Poetry/literature

[Amy]

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[Amy]

Scars of sin

No matter how long time passes.. Scars are never fully healed... The pain never
fully vanquished.
We have scars to remember the pain we once felt. There is no escaping it...

As is sin is eternal. Those who follow no light, are shown no light, and thus are
left in the dark. Forever in battle with their own pain. Their own deep internal
suffering.

With no light to lead the way, the path to redemption is futile.Tread further and
further into the abyss, untill you have fallen so far that there is no hope!
Fester in your own Dark and selfish Heart! For you are not worthy!

[Amy]

The End

The memories are so dark and horrible that in instinct, my hand moves to cover my eyes to shield me from the evil that have lay before me. The evil that I could never forget. The Red.. Dark, crimson red as it slowly took over the floor, oozing from the figure that lay sickly across from my feet. My hands tremble. I take a step back. I look down upon my hands. They too are red with the sin I have done.
My legs give out and I fall to my knees. In horror I watch the blood engulf my legs. I go to cry out but no sound makes it way. Violently, I tremble.
Stunned, as if the devil himself held me in his darkness. Surrounded by a lake of red, of sin, of evil, of blood. Pain. I felt pain in my chest. The beating of my heart. It pounded so hard it felt as if it was trying to break though, to get away from the person it's in. What have I done? My God, what have I done!?

[Amy]

Magic of Childhood

Childhood, why it's the best thing that we ever had. I look back and I see now

what is so special about childhood. It is the magic. When we actually believed in

magic and fairytails, anything was possible. Take Santa Clause for example.

Believing in him made us also believe in other magical possibilites. Such as

wizards, fairys, dragons, vampires and other mystical creatures. Our mind was so

open. The world was so alive and magic shined into our hearts and minds. And

then, once we finally learn that there is no such thing as magic and that life is

just life, the world becomes flat. It becomes dull and boring.. Sometimes I wish

I have never grown up at all, so I can continue to feel that special glowing

feeling in my heart called wonder. Childhood, where anything was possible. I miss

it. Once it's gone, it is lost forever. I want to feel the wonder and magic

again.. I really wish I could...

[dalliah]

May 6th, 2004
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I know what it's like to want to die. What it's like to be truly lonely. To feel unwanted and unloved. A mistake.
I know, how it hurts to even smile. How you try to fit in but you cant. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the monster on the inside.
To me, Death is not the most tragic loss in life. The most tragic loss in life, is what dies inside of you while you're still alive...“

[dalliah]

April 12, 2004

I am the object of their hate,
their reason.

Swallowed by my own fear, loneliness,
I loose all grip on reality.
I fall deeper into darkness.
I cannot get out. I cannot free myself.

They are fighting again.
Two sides fighting over me.

I scream out for peace…
They only mock me and lock me away.

From my cage,
I watch the world around me,
I want to be part of the world,
but they look at me like a freak.
Is there something truly wrong with me?
Or is there something wrong with the world?

[dalliah]

Doppleganger - March 14, 2004

No matter where we are or what time of the day or night it is, we are never truly alone. Deep within ourselves exists an alternate version of who we are, a twisted mirror image, that reflects our very nature, all the while standing as a virtual polar opposite for the way the world sees us everyday.

For some of us, this person represents who we'd like to be, the ideal person we'd want to become in a perfect world. For others, this person represents what we fear becoming, the soul that's lost control or the person walking down the wrong paths in life.

Nonetheless, day and night, that person is there, staring at us, watching us, living inside of us in our dreams, our thoughts and our ideas. This person, this doppelganger, is always there and even though many try to deny his or her existence, they too are haunted by this ghost and they're caught in a race, trying to outrun their mirror image, just holding on until it overtakes them.

There's no escaping this presence and there's no avoiding its creation. Maybe it's our drive for balance that drives us to create this other being within our minds. The need to tip the scales just a little bit the other way to avoid going completely mad while running down our chosen path.

Whether we're chasing our shadows or trying to flee them, we're still defined by them. Because, like it or not, our doppelganger reveals more about who we are than any persona we put forth in front of the world.

After all, we can control our smile, we can change our words and we can alter our appearances. All of those things can be as false as broken promises. But our doppelganger, our shadow self, is something we can't control and it never mirrors what we show the world, just what lies underneath.

Because, for there to be any shadow, there must be light and, be it the light of the sun or the light of truth, it cuts through the lies we put around ourselves and only shines on what is actually there.

That's why, even when I'm at my loneliest, I never try to run from my doppelganger nor do I try to catch her. Instead, I try to talk with her, find out what she has to say, learn from the shadow I cast in my own mind and find out what it says about me as a human being.

Because even though her reflection is like staring into murky water, it's still the most honest answer I get anymore. More honest than my friends, more honest than my family and certainly more honest than my opinions of myself.

And even though I am often frightened by what I find out. I never disbelieve what she has to say. Though shadows do many things, they never lie and it is better to be frightened by the truth than calmed by a lie.

Besides, facing oneself, even in shadow form, is the first step to facing the world. And the world, much like my doppelganger, is always waiting for me, looking back at me, challenging me and, personally, I'd have it no other way.

[pervysage]

nice posts ladies i like your writings btw amy maybe we can share mangas like this too? The script ofc xD To be more like literature part or something cos i know you make manga, and i do too, and i would love to get some feedback of how is it goin

[Amy]

I only have the story and some scenes written down. Since I fail at drawing (will probably always fail) I can't make it yet. xD

[saga baneshadow69]

dark dreams

i wake to dreams of sorrow murder eternal flames that burn a azure blue. i see the shadows of my friends family animals people ive never met before and thos whom forever haunt me. my dreams lay sawdered and decayed. no more of dreaming of a beautiful lady i used to be able to call mine. i can only dream of sorrow and anquish why must the dead haunt me? i took upon a curse i shall live with that curse to the day i die. when i wake in the middle of the night i feel no pain. no remorse no benine illness. i can no longer feel love. comfort. all i can feel is fire. unsecure warmth. loneliness. and dismay. but as compared to being afraid or startled or even scared.. i embrace it i can no longer run all my soul will ever be able to do is roam this earth weither it still be life or death my aura shal never resignate color again it shall be forever dark bloody red with blackend lining.