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November 23rd, 2004


10:04 pm - make yourself and others happy.
because lestat's description of me brightened my day immensely, im stealing her stolen idea.

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1. Reply to this post if you want/need me to tell you how cool you are!

2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I think you rock my socks.

3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!

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05:03 pm - work in progress
Kiara's Song (edited and extendend) )

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November 21st, 2004


09:17 pm
another short story )

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November 19th, 2004


08:46 pm - short story in progress
Kiara's Song

She pulls on the long black gloves that hide the old scars on her arms, where a promise broken only once prevents new ones. Sliding sunglasses over green eyes, she steps into the bright sunlight. Gliding through the crowds like a shadow; a pale skinned ghost dressed in mourning. Her destination looms ahead. Reaching the oak door, she draws off the chain around her neck, and fits the silver key into the lock. She didn't want to be there, but his polite request was a carefully phrased demand. Placing her coat and glasses on the table in the entry, she breathes deeply before walking into the parlor, where she knew he would be waiting. As she stepped inside, she gazed at the handsome man sitting before her. He had not changed in the three years since she had seen him; he was the exact same charming, sleek, dark man he had always been.

He spoke first. "Kiara, my sweet. How has my gorgeous girl been all these years?"

She glared at him before replying. "Perfectly happy living life without you, Raul. Why am I here?"

"Why, indeed?"

"You know I couldn't turn down your invitation. But why do you want to see me again, after three years of ignoring me?"

"Still sore about what happened with Nina? I didn't think you'd be one to hold a grudge."

"This is so like you. Leaving, and not returning until I'd finally found a life of my own. I get over you, and then you come back? How many times are we going to play this game? How many times are you going to hurt me? I'm sick of playing your games, Raul. It's over."

"Come on now, sweetheart. Didn't you miss me?"

"The first few months, perhaps. But I'm happier now, without you, than I ever was with you. You can't just expect to walk back into my life. Things are different now. I'm going to college, and Sean and I are buying a house . . . "

He cut her off there. "And who is this Sean?"

"My fiancee. We're getting married in June."

"Married? Were you going to invite me to the wedding, darling?"

"No, I wasn't. It's over, Raul. And for the first and last time, I'm the one leaving." With that, she strides out of the room, and the house, slamming the door behind her.

Raul sat, dumbfounded, and knew what Kiara had felt when he had left her behind. But she was no longer a gullible teenage girl with big dreams and a big heart. That much she had shown him today. And what was he going to do, now that he'd realized he loved her, and she hadn't come flying back into his arms like all the times before. For the first time in his life, he felt his heart break, and wondered what to do with the pieces.

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August 30th, 2004


09:51 pm
so i havent updated in awhile

but i havent been writing anything worth sharing with the world.

oh well.

maybe soon

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July 2nd, 2004


09:38 pm - Vacation. and a change.
Vacation for next 5 weeks. I'll miss you all. Updates not very likely.

also..hair color change ^_^



Love you guys.

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June 28th, 2004


10:12 pm - Strawberries and Cigarettes
(NOTE: this is posted here because i believe the person it's about doesn't read this)

Strawberries and cigarrete smoke remind me of you. Tonight I caught the faint, imposssible smell of smoke. But no one has smoked here for over 5 years. Even so, the smell was there. It made me think of you.

You tell me I shouldn't love you. That it's self-destructive, a mistake. Although you tell me you love me too. But I fell unwanted, ugly, unloved, because iwatch you date others all the time. But I, who have love you for so long, am unworthy of that attention.

Because "it's not a good idea right now." When will it be? When will you truly love me? Will you EVER love me?

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i held your hand
and didn't want to let go
i once kissed your lips
i wish you'd kiss me again
i slept beside you
but wanted so much more

i just wish that just once you would love me
in the same way i love you.
Current Mood: [mood icon] angry

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09:03 pm - poems written on trip
_Goodbye To Poetry_

I fell in love with a poet
It seemed almost perfect at first
My heart caputerd by sweet words
Enraptured by talent

But we slowly drifted
Talking less and less often
Now seems we don't have
As much in common as we had thought

Now he has given up poetry
Said it was a weak form of art
It's almost an ironic similarity
Goodbye to poetry, goodbye to our love.


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_The Oldest Little Girl In The World_

A lonely little girl
With big blue eyes
Stares out from inside
A lonely teenager

The little one beats her fists
Against this cage of ribs
Drumming irregularly
Causing this heart to skip unusually

An inner child
That seems over a thousand years old
Inhabiting the body of a young woman
She gazes out from a dark place inside

Seeming so much older
Than those her own age
Physicallly, she is the same as them
But inside she is not almost sixteen

Inside.....she is ancient.

Current Mood: [mood icon] thoughtful
Current Music: Why Can't I Be You? - The Cure

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June 21st, 2004


09:06 pm - Stare into the Face of Death.
they wouldn't let me see you
i couldn't say goodbye
though i was only five
your departure left me
with a profound sense of loss

but my memories are fading now
and all i have left
is remnants and material objects
like the minature tea set
that still smells of gardenias

"i could not stare into the face of death"
they wouldn't let me in to see you
on that cold white hospital bed
i never got the chance to say goodbye
and Keely never even got to meet you

but i still think of you
every time i smell gardenias.

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for my aunt who died when i was five, of leukemia. she was 29.
this memoir is a long time coming, i know.

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June 20th, 2004


10:15 pm - least favorite part of every dance i've ever been to.
_We'll All Waltz To Hell_

the tempo drops
slow beats
like a death knell
kill my happiness

couples entwined
they twirl
gazing into each others eyes
with dreamy expressions

those pairs
are a blunt reminder
of how single
how lonely
i am

the point:
slow dances are depressing.

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June 17th, 2004


11:04 pm - bad depressing poetry
is it possible to die from a broken heart?
cause the ache in my chest
can't be natural
unless i'm having a heart attack
at age fifteen
almost constantly

there's no reason i'm crying
just for the hell of it
or maybe for the attention
but possibly
it's because i can't take it anymore.

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03:11 pm - the sleep deprivation poem.


_Insanity, INSOMNIA_
a phenomenon
an alien occurence
for a child of inght
to be suffocated by the darkness

the silence of 2 AM is stifling
long hair becomes a noose
the sheets like a death shroud

that face at the window again
i'll close my eyes
but i still see it
i hallucinate your voice
calling out to me

i'll turn to the wall
and shut my eyes again
attempt to sleep
drift off into dreamland
where my real nightmares await

this is insanity by insomnia.
Current Mood: [mood icon] tired

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June 12th, 2004


10:33 pm - just for laughs.
skillet sent me this, which she got from some random person.

so a random picture from random people


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June 11th, 2004


10:46 pm - best friend.
Read more... )
after the last day of school, at panama bay
Current Mood: [mood icon] creative

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06:14 pm - moments of yesterday, and the day before
these snapshots of time... )

wow. sophmore year is over.
can't say i'll really miss it, though i will miss a few people who are graduating. next year will be odd with them gone.

happy graduation trevor and sarah.

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June 10th, 2004


10:19 pm - CUTENESS



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09:08 pm - love me.
i wish love was simple. i hope for once you could just love me.
but i'm snow whtie, not cinderella,
and my this not "my dreams coming true"


Current Mood: [mood icon] creative

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06:05 pm - fears
i've never been afraid to die
i'm more afraid to live
afraid to make a decision
to choose between two things
decide which is right for me
so i wander many paths
aimless and alone
lost because of my inability
to pick just one

i've never been afraid to die
but i am afaid to choose

i am afraid to live


Current Mood: [mood icon] contemplative

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June 8th, 2004


10:13 pm - gray


gosh i have so much hair.
Current Mood: [mood icon] artistic

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09:38 pm - reflections
dark golden hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders
blue eyes with hints of green
stare out from an oval face with a slightly pointed chin
a strong nose sits between prominent cheekbones
soft lips smile in a rare moment, to reveal straight white teeth
a multitude of freckles cover her pale skin

she gazes at herself in the mirror
trying to view objectively
they tell her she's beautiful
but she wonders why
the people that she love seem to miss this "beauty"

dark golden hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders
moved to cover her face
an attempt to hide the tears
falling from that face...
that face in the mirror


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