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Therapeutic Cleansing

The blade slits through her soft, supple skin A path of red crimson beads follows And then comes the gush.
It flows like a river…like the Red Sea Haha, get it? Red Sea? No? It’s okay; you can tell me the truth. Don’t be scared. I’m safe. You won’t be my next victim you know; I only release the souls of those I don’t know.
The blood is a fast-flowing torrent now, Running down my hands, Seeping into the bed sheets surrounding her now-cold body, Dirtying them, desecrating them.
I wait until the deluge stills, Unt

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MonsterMonster
I look in the mirror It looks back at me A sick, evil grin spreads across its – my – mutilated face A silent scream escapes my mouth
The monster – I – stares back
And I cannot help asking Is the monster in the mirror? Or is the mirror in the monster?
I keep hoping this is some joke Some disgusting prank A nightmare even I pinch myself Hoping it will jolt me awake
Red streaks are left behind
And I scream again But it’s not silent Monster
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The Siren's CallThe Siren’s Call One minute her feet were being scalded off by the baking sand, the next, they were sending shivers up her spine as she entered the icy cold depths of the Pacific Ocean. As she trudged on through water and mud, she heard all she was leaving behind; the shouts and angelic laughter of children, the bustling noises of a throng of people, the annoying ‘caw’ of seagulls, all permeated by the sound of crashing waves, eroding the coastline away. It was now too deep to walk through, so she swam through the water, leaving a jagged pool of ripples in her wake. The c The Siren's Call
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Pleasure
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Swing SwingSwing Swing

Swing up, swing down Swing up, swing down Swing on the swing of moods
You’re up one day, you’re down the other Up and down, up and down you go It’s awful one day, awesome the next Up and down, up and down
The world crashes underneath you And there you fall, down down down you go Never to come up again
But then a rope falls down from the sky You grab it, and up up up you go Flying through the air
Up one moment, down the next, Like a yo-yo, bouncy bouncy bounce you go Swinging through the Swing Swing
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Devious Info

Current Residence: over the hills and far far away
Interests: reading, writing, music, travelling, learning, blogging, finding good quotes
Favourite movie: when harry met sally, juno, blood diamond, freedom writers, lion king, stepmom, erin brokovich....
Favourite band or musician: ACDC, Cheap Trick, Nickelback, The White Stripes, Rascal Flatts,Alanis Morissette, Skillet, TFK
Favourite genre of music: all types, but rock is the best
Favourite poet or writer: ted dekker, christopher paolini, c.s. lewis, bryan davis, stephen r. lawhead
Operating System: windows...it sucks, i want a mac!
MP3 player of choice: ipod, of course ;)
Favourite gaming platform: ps2, computer
Favourite cartoon character: jerry from tom and jerry...a classic
Personal Quote: "Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future."
Tools of the Trade: a pen, paper, and the pc

100 Themes Challenge

Sat Feb 21, 2009, 2:59 PM

I haven't been writing much recently, just little bits at a time, and the stuff i've written lately is really not good enough to post here. so i've decided i need practice, and lots of it. after all, practice makes perfect, right? not really, there is no such thing as perfection, but it does make you better. so i'm going to do this 100-theme challenge thing, and i'll write and post something at least once a week. i'm afraid if i set the bar any higher, say every other day, i might not be able to cope. so baby steps first. baby steps. here are the themes, and i'll be starting from next weekend with my first one. and btw, i don't think i'll go in order, just do whatever i feel like at the time.

Hundred Themes Challenge

Themes
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Rot
6. Break
7. Heaven
8. Away
9. Cut
10. Breathe
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Spit
17. Blood
18. Under
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. War
22. Mother
23. Distastefull
24. Want
25. Lurking
26. Europe
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Urban
30. Rain
31. Flower
32. Night
33. Wrath
34. Moon
35. Walk
36. Precious
37. See
38. Abandoned
39. Dream
40. 4:29 PM
41. Citric Acid
42. Still
43. Die
44. Two Roads
45. Two Guns
46. Drop
47. Dirt
48. Young
49. Preservatives
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Old
53. Desecrate
54. Tower
55. Need
56. Biohazard
57. Sacrificial
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Desert
61. Fairy Tale
62. Voodoo
63. Do Not Disturb
64. City
65. Horrorific
66. Snow
67. Drum
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mislead
73. I. Can't.
74. Confrontation
75. Mirror
76. Broken
77. Testament
78. Drink
79. FUCK [if this theme offends you you may do the alternate theme "Balk"]
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. +
83. Heal
84. Cold
85. Sick
86. Seeing Red
87. Hunger
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drown
92. Rape
93. Iron
94. Soft
95. Advertisement
96. Storm
97. Safety
98. Puzzle
99. Alone
100. Gone

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Mood: Optimism
Listening to: 'masakalli' by A.R Rahman, in the movie Dehli 6
Reading: too much at once
Watching: the screen
Drinking: water

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“Some people do not have to search -
they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned.
They do not seem to ask much of life,
sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously.
At times I envy them,
but usually I do not understand them -
seldom do they understand me.

I am one of the searchers.
There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life,
hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves,
hoping to understand.

We like to walk along the beach -
we are drawn by the ocean,
taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.

Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with the one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know -
unless it is to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself,
for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we want to love and be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede
our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls.

We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
We are wanderers, dreamers and lovers,
lonely souls who dare ask of life everything good and
beautiful.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves."

James Kavanaugh, (There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves)

"I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.

I was born to find goblins in their caves
And chase moonlight
To see shadows and seek hidden rivers
To hear the rain fall on dry leaves
And chat a bit with death across foggy nights."

James Kavanaugh, "Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights"