Sunday, 26 July 2009
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I remember the times of pain
sharp objects touching skin
I remember the times acid tears fell
I remember dying then
As I weep I am but a child
molding myself in my fears
As I hold in sadness I am a women
Hiding from all the years
I remember the time of innocence
then I remember it taken away
rough hands breaking skin
bruising bones
I remember dying that day
As days find me cold and silenced
Words rip through closed lips
My hands bleed out painful words
As I write all I do is regret
I remember the years of emptiness
not knowing where I did belong
I remember looking at a stranger
ashamed at who I was
As I remember the days of sorrow
I remember why I am
I can't say then I was proud of anything
When I watched myself die & die again
Sunday, 31 May 2009
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This is real... my life now. It is hard and challenging and full of emotions I can't really comprehend. I think in an odd type fashion, weaving metaphors through my brain and writing to understand myself. Now, with this said, I do not think I am interesting above anyone else and by no means do I feel anyone who looks at me or talks to me thinks my life is any more challenging than anyone else's. I am now just another person living alone in a big city.
Today, not too long ago, I spent about 25 minutes walking back from the Chicago Metra Station. On this walk I tuned out everything and everyone with a hodgepodge of music. As I walked I thought and thought and then I began to feel tears, like uncontrollable tears. The kind that filled my eyes with intense weight. After that I spent every alternating second holding my tears inside. Not because I was ashamed of my tears, but because I didn't want any extra attention; I already looked like depression walking.
This city is eating me alive, and I am letting it because I am unsatisfied. I am living here with the rules of a high schooler, except I am long gone from that time. The fact that I must share my apartment with a 19 year old who can't even drink is enough to drive me nuts. What kind of summer am I expected to have when I can't even have alcohol in my own apartment and I can only have my b/f over for 3 days in a row every two weeks? I thought that I was an adult.
I guess I am cashed in before I even begin. I am cashed because I sacraficed a lot to be out here. I am far from my family, friends, and my boyfriend. I am not making a lot of money, and I am missing a lot of family functions. If I could choose now, I would give it all up to have more time with them, and especially him..
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
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I am sitting in the beautiful city and I still feel alone. I am not sure why I feel this way, because it isn't an I hate this place or everyone hates me feeling. I just feel like my mind and body long for something that I can not provide. I realize I only have a couple good friends, I mean ones I like to talk to and go to for things. However, then I realized that I barely even have that. I have a best friend in Finland, I have a friend back home who is more concentrated on how bad everyone can feel for her than having fun, I have 2 guy friends who are great and will come visit (Thank god for Pete and Jay), then I have a shit ton of other friends who care more about finding a b/f or g/f than being friends, I then have Nate's good friend who talks to me when Nate is not busy, and then lastly I have my boyfriend who is amazing in all ways and would do anything for me. So really I have 3 friends who care about me and want to hang out because I am worth their time, and one is my boyfriend so that doesn't fully count. Maybe, that is why I feel alone..I have only 2 true friends and I can't even hang out with them now.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
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I am so flawed, and I hate that about myself. I have some severe feeling that everyone is out to hurt me always. Maybe this is because usually that is my reality. I felt a lot of pain since I can remember, from not being able to have friends as a child because we moved so much, to getting raped, and getting cheated on. I have also had people I thought were my friends sleep with my boyfriends and get pregnant as well as just plain up and leave me. These things have taken a serious toll on me and my emotions. It is like my brain is always telling me "you know they are using you..you know how this will go". I want this to go away. I don't want to hear that anymore, because now I am hurting people that mean a lot to me.
Maybe it is time for me to go to counseling for all of this. Maybe now is the time that I need to get myself figured out so that I can love more. I will make an appointment today. I know this sounds crazy, but I need to know how to love myself so that I can love better. I don't love that my past is attached and I just have to get past it finally.
Please let me be fixed..I don't want to lose him.
Friday, 24 April 2009
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I am a mistress to failure
My legs covered in fishnets
I am tempted by your sinful games
Then I let you untie my corset
I dance to your cheap music
you revel in your mystery
you pull me into bed with you
I'm suffocating in a lacy misery
I am a mistress to your wickedness
I let you do your dirty deeds
fondling touching and abusing me
leaving me there to bleed
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- Name: i3rookemae
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I'm a writer, a poet, and a novelist. Basically I am creatively overdone.
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