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FINAL Version:Doting HusbandAll I have is my name, my body belongs to the owners, and my innocence to yesterday, after I was tricked and sold, i lost everything. before, I used to live with my family. We did not have a good name in our village, we were poor. Really, there was nothing in that town, nothing, and so, no one had a good name. All of us were farmers and labourers, all poor! It was odd, when a man came one day, asking about the women living there, but not uncommon. He had a sleek car, looks and a really handsome suit. He was searching, he said, for a wife. My parents, and a few other people offeFINAL Version:Doting Husband
by ~xCrimsonCont-agion
The PatientJust tell me what I need to take so I can forget it already. I'm shattering, breaking off like shards of glass or something and I can't get my head straight anymore. You want to help me? Perscribe me an easy fix. The victim is always right, you don't blame the victim, not with something like this over their heads. I need it, what could I possibly say that would convince you? Alright, fine, we'll do it your way. I'm trying, I really am, you don't know what it's like to have to confront your reflection and face the truth each and every day. It numbs the soul. &nbsThe Patient
by ~xCrimsonCont-agion
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to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart. that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows, the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older we get, the more we need the people who knew us when we were young. I will tell my daughterto map sunrises...
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone, but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter to travel with
by ~this-epiphany
TortureSometimes I like to torture words with obscene acts to nouns and verbs. I tie them up in sentences and whip them till they make no sense. I love the screams of prepositions while pulling them in odd positions; and conjunctions make a lovely din when decapitated by my pen. I bind the wrists of adjectives just for the pleasure that it gives and adverbs leave me hot and bothered once their meaning is uncovered. Interjections beg for release with pronouns trembling on their knees. And once my fiendish work is done, you'll find that I have just begun myTorture
by =Scarlettletters
Time MachineShe’s like a broken hour glass The sand spills out much too fast Never will a moment shine to last As he grips the sand of memories pastTime Machine
Still the tape is on rewind Watch it again in his mind It’s far too late to try again He’s gotta settle for being friends
So now he wants a time machine Gripping the image on the T.V. screen Standing between Today and last Halloween
Faintly lit in the corridor She shines a candle waiting for Another chance in an unlocked door Hoping that its like before
He knows that she
by =Mr-Ie
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- Current Residence: Sacramento
- Favourite movie: The Fall
- Favourite genre of music: Robot music
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman
- Operating System: Windows Vista.
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod.
- Skin of choice: Mine.
- Favourite game: Labyrinth.
- Favourite gaming platform: erm- Nintendo 64?
- Favourite cartoon character: CatDog
- Tools of the Trade: Computer, pen
- Email: xCrimsonSicknessx@live.com
- MSN: xCrimsonSicknessx@live.com
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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You are a figment of the imagination that shattered my past. I can't quite figure out who you are ..my innocence or my sanity?
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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