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Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

Subject:Poem: The Glassworks
Posted by:ziarre.
Time:10:27 pm.
Feedback welcome!

The Glassworks

Because bewildered we stood
when the natural synthesis occurred
and the future flowed out
soft and molten,
too hot to recieve with
our naked palms;
because with trepidation
our awe was tempered as
we watched it billow
at the end of the blower's pipe,
our hands went to our own crafts
with more care than before -

and suddenly under
the things we fashioned, our
towers of words, our houses rough-hewn,
something shone enigmatic - not terrible, yet,
that we could see,
but we whispered more, and when
we danced among ourselves in our spacious rooms
a certain fear clipped our movements, drew closer
our limbs:
we were thinking of what we had seen.

And they built factoriesCollapse )
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Friday, March 9th, 2007

Subject:Yesterday's Mistake
Posted by:bohowoman.
Time:6:25 am.
I had really learned my lesson. From now on, I better be careful about who is at the door. My uncle & cousin was onto me about letting in the wrong person yesterday. This morning, they had reminded me about why they fussed at me about it. I still feel guilty about it, but I'm trying to get over. Anyway, today is a new day. I'll have to face it while the sun is out.
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Wednesday, June 28th, 2006

Posted by:ex_caterpill616.
Time:12:17 pm.
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Monday, June 12th, 2006

Subject:first monarch of the season...
Posted by:ex_caterpill616.
Time:3:53 pm.

more can be seen in my journal :)
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Subject:Save The Furries!
Posted by:lemonbox.
Time:2:35 pm.
I don't know if this is okay,
but I didn't find that is was written as forbidden?

I've become a foster parent for two kittie families of BARC.

Until last night I had 2 nursing mothers & 6 babies(3 each).
As of 12:48am this morning, I lost one.
I spent all of yesterday & last night with her, but she just wasn't strong enough.

One of my kittie families is very sick. They contracted some sort of virus inside the shelter before I picked them up.... now they are battling for their lives. One of the kittens seemed healthy, & I seperated her out immidiately. She is doing well & has been adopted(so to speak) by my own kitties.

The remaining kitten & it's mother are very sick. Not doing well at all!

The mother is coughing & sneezing & is absolutely dripping mucus. Very dehydrated.
She is pretty miserable. She has stopped eating & as a result has stopped producing milk for the baby.
We'd essentially been force feeding her, but this stresses her out so, it's almost not worth it.

The baby is very hopefull, & can be coaxed to eat goats milk & wet cat food.
She still isn't intaking enough. She's catching her mother's illness.
Her dehydration has reached a level that causes horrible diarreah.
This means that none of the benifits of her eating is sticking.

They both need medication, IV fluids, & much much more.

BARC can/will only cover this for a moment.
They will provide some of the IV fluids & medication.
These animinals need much much more.

I'm asking all of you now, please help me!
I'm requesting donations from anyone & everyone.
Anything you can give. Everything helps!
Without this vital assistance, they will die too!

When making a donation, if you'd like updates on these babies...
Comment in your contact info. We can send you pictures & info of their(hopefull) progress.

Thank you!

if donate button fails,
you can donate via paypal to friendsoffurries@yahoo.com

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Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

Subject:Something I do that I'm sharing with you and wouldn't mind if you shared it with yourselves...
Posted by:velouriumdouche.
Time:11:31 am.


Let us know what you think and let your friends hear it.

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Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

Posted by:emoxxxedger.
Time:11:26 am.

break free... add them to your mix tape.
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Tuesday, July 12th, 2005

Subject:Under the Overpass
Posted by:ziarre.
Time:1:51 pm.
I have never
this before; the first day
of light and

the railroad tracks
smell sharply of creosote and
and I, I
feel built for this,

with heat
tall grasses catching
between my toes -
I make contact with the ground,
drowning in foxglove and indian paintbrush,
daisies with ants clinging, violets
buttercup lupine

the sky feels like paper even
as the greenish
river water
on making it's pummeling ascent

I imagine bodies caught in the
weeds just out
of sight but will is
sometimes stronger
than imagination

and I force movement
into my limbs
and walk on,
breathing in a summer
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Wednesday, July 6th, 2005

Posted by:ziarre.
Time:11:48 am.
The wallpaper is peeling in the corners, long strips of it dangling limp, blue and gilt. It is humid, but at the same time the sheets seem like not enough and she wonders if she has made a mistake.
"What are you?" He says.
And for a long time, she will lie with her back to him, her face to the wall, trying to think of just the right and most clever thing to say. With his fingers he traces the long, curved column of her spine, each vertebra jutting out like the shoulders of tiny beasts, hunched and stacked to form a totem pole.
There had been a kiss one night, fueled by Jamaican rum and Irish Creme, ripe with tongues like slugs and utterly devoid of anything resembling passion. Yet as time went on and basements got more depressing and drinks started to lose their taste, they couldn't help but touch and then to talk, if only to keep unweildy confessional demons at bay. The first morning they lay supine in the spare bed, discovering what it was to feel full and dizzy and naked at the same time. After that it had become a Saturday evening date, sometimes soaked in wine. Sometimes not.
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Friday, June 24th, 2005

Subject:"Return to the dust, and a million.."
Posted by:merippedexposed.
Time:4:21 pm.
Do you dream of unhappiness
A child unkempt has left the nest
Before the field of broken Dreams
Shattered hopes, and peace serene
Come into one's own, and forget not
ethereal passages, suspicious plots
be clean, be pure, be white as snow
show faith and love with promise in tow
Live but don't forget to give 3's and 4's two's and ones
but faithless jobs to weight a ton
Embrace the foolish, wise alike
Progression deems our fates alike
Be honest, be still, be chaste, be true
Les humanity get the best of you
don't dawdle, don't stand, stagnant, still
Progression halted life unfulfilled
Pain and pleasure needed strife but joy is in love pure delight
Roundabout we reach our goals, but each direction takes it's toll
look across the burning sands, across the rolling seas
find beauty and purpose in returning to these.
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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005

Subject:Obligatory first post
Posted by:bloodandsmoke.
Time:5:14 am.
Hello all, this is my first time posting. I'd ask you to be gentle, but I don't really want you to be.

ApologyCollapse )
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Tuesday, June 14th, 2005

Subject:The Liquid Hours
Posted by:ziarre.
Time:10:45 am.
Everything is sleeping;
and while the green things go on
growing unnoticed,
slithering into the dark
with such a practised grace,
men tell stories with unwary lips,
heads drooping to shoulders.
Everything sleeps; a
thousand muttered Hail Marys before
waking at once to
a name not quite lost
in the shouting-
Dear silly daughter,
resting on the doorstep,
too late, forgot the key!
And everyone one wakes thirsty,
wrapping themselves in red gowns;
stealing icy sips of water and
watching the moonlight
fight for purchase
on the silver lawn,
contemplating how
the dunes of dreams have
shifted and disspated
and are nothing more
than sand.
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Friday, June 10th, 2005

Posted by:ziarre.
Time:10:12 am.
Last time I met you,
I was numb,
numb of face and fingers,
numb of clever words, of turn of phrase
turning me
inside out and flailing and
and tipping, ever so gently
over the precipice -
and I calculated some wild rebellion,
tiptoeing between and over
Yet - even now, even
steady breathing - I was so
fixed, so still and
gently and willingly pinned
by the tumblings
of desire,
such a tender opiate.

"I want to kiss him silly."
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Monday, June 6th, 2005

Posted by:anastasia_says.
Time:12:55 pm.
I haven't felt so wonderful in such a long time and these words just...washed over me. It's still pretty unpolished. Let me know what you think, if anything at all.

osmosisCollapse )
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Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

Posted by:ziarre.
Time:10:53 am.
Gustav Klimt
understood the subtlety
of Eros,
that tempermental, frolicsome
godling -
his lovers wound not
in limbs and tasting mouths
but in a luminous cloaking of
strange pattern, milkily sharp
hue and tone, lips
brushing, head bent and eyes closed,
breathing. THE KISS is not
really so much about THE KISS;
but that space between their bodies that
we cannot see,
hip to hip and breast to breast,
warm and dark and filled with
anticipation. As if he leaned down and whispered in
her ear, "don't be sad":
intimacy to console,
as a remedy!
Her thoughts must be ticking away,
lost in rhapsody,
Ophelia redeemed, kneeling in her flowers,
one or two or
three caught in her hair.
You can bet she doesn't mind.
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Wednesday, May 25th, 2005

Subject:sorry for the lack of posts
Posted by:_bittersweetlov.
Time:4:48 pm.
Breathe On

Young lives wasted
Day in Day out
Taking a puff of this a hit of that
Killing the lungs needed by one
Just to survive
Not because he smoked,
Not due to second hand smoke
Because of an illness

He thought he was fine
Just like his twin
But he was so wrong
Everyone knew the day he passed out
Something wasn’t right

He hasn’t been back since
But is still holding on
The local community knows
And the city wide press has told
“Pulmonary Hypertension” is the problem
This teen faces

But he is not alone
The whole school and his family
Are working to help
So that he can
Breathe On

Dedicated to: Justin Martinez, Age 17

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I wrote that in the middle of history class this morning because he sat right infront of me and I looked at my wrist and his empty chair... I wrote it in a hurry..

tell me what you think
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Monday, May 23rd, 2005

Posted by:spork_goddess.
Time:7:58 pm.
hey guys! well, I've just kind of been a lurker here, not doing much of anything other than looking at what everyone else posts. but I regret to inform you that I am going to leave the community due to my inactivity.

You're all wonderful!

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Sunday, May 15th, 2005

Posted by:xpurplepeacex.
Time:2:12 am.
This twisted blink of fate
that has led us to where we are
and where you aren't
has left my mind absent of all conclusions
as to why things are
and why they aren't what they should be
and why you can no longer smile
or dance or sing or act
because you aren't here
because you were taken
far, far, away
in a sick and twisted blink of fate.

(about my sister who died randomly in a freak accident at the age of 20 on April 1.)
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Monday, March 28th, 2005

Posted by:pellacoppter11.
Time:8:33 pm.


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Wednesday, March 16th, 2005

Subject:Wrote it today
Posted by:x_doomedyouth_x.
Time:6:06 pm.

‘No more!’ she said to herself,
As she threw away the blade.
Her heart is saying otherwise,
‘No one can live forever...’ it tells her.
‘…. Why not just end it now?’,
She wants to live out her life,
Live it like there was no tomorrow.
Her heart is urging her to run back and get the blade,
To hurt herself even more.
She’s using all her will power,
To stop herself from making a mistake.
She thinks of everyone who loves her,
And the reason she did this in the first place.
She wants to just cry,
But she needs to be strong.
She feels emptiness in the room,
Without the sound of blood dripping to the floor.
It’s quiet,
Almost too quiet for her.
She runs and grabs the blade,
And the room is filled with the sound of blood…. and a scream.
She didn’t think of everyone who loves her,
And who will miss her.
All she thought about was the cause of her pain,
And now she can’t go back and change what she did.
Now there are people who will suffer for her actions,
And they will miss her dearly.
If only she knew that there were people there,
They were there for her.
And people she could’ve talked to,
And gotten help.
But she blocked everyone out,
Except her.
Now she will be the person to suffer the most,
Since today is her birthday.
She has just turned 16,
There was a car waiting for her.
But now her parents will get the biggest present,
When they walk in and see their baby girl dead.
She led the best life she could,
Without all the distractions she had she would’ve been fine.
But now there is no one to blame,
But herself.
No one forced her,
No one pushed her.
Today was her big day,
Everyone was at the door with her presents.
Her mom came to get her,
And all they heard was a loud scream.
Her dad came running,
And he then saw what became of his baby girl.
He didn’t believe it,
It didn’t sink in until the funeral.
As she was being lowered,
He couldn’t stand it anymore.
And broke out in hysterics,
And fell to his knees.
All they hear throughout the house,
Is nothing.
Only the wind blowing through her room,
And the sound of her voice going through their heads.
Laughing, giggling, and talking,
She is missed more than she thought.
Now her only her spirit lives on walking the halls in her house,
Watching over her family and friends.
And watching her younger sister grow up and becoming just like her,
A cutter.
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