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Forgive Me. by mooseywench, literature

I just wanted to say... by mooseywench, literature

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I just wanted to say...

I thank you for welcoming me into your mind; divine isn't it? how I can not see inside, but.. I'm here, I'm standing at the threshold hanging on the doorhandle; key in the lock. Stop. This language forms words, thoughts of what you're taught, symbols on a page; Meanings, emotions connected to quotations. Divine isn't it? I have been in your life, I thank you. Thirty seconds, I reckon, devoted to a stranger's way with words, absurd, that my words are in a soul of another right now, right here in you. I thank you and will leave without a face, without a trace, but for one second.. just one second... I whispered moments on the s

lovers tongues by mooseywench, literature

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lovers tongues

Without an ear to hear me call I fall; for without you to hold I'm nothing but a song amongst the trees. And here I stand among the wishes of a thousand broken promises destroyed in a summers breeze. Did you realise what you were to me? a melody, a smile in morbid times; a bitter remedy, you let me see a miracle to the blind. So don't forget me, regret me let me be faded into time. A shakespeare tragedy in eternity, So smile at me within perfect eyes. Starved of all these emotions, devotions I sit within myself and contemplate how life will treat the lost. because without your purity, serenity I reel, feel the dams inside of

Realisation by mooseywench, literature

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Realisation

Why? Why couldn't you turn to me, why did you fall? Why did you hide baby, infecting your soul? How is it that I lay you to rest? My sweet little girl why were you so depressed? and even now as I fight back the tears how long have you hurt baby, how many years? oh why couldn't mummy wipe tears out your eyes guess you're to big now, doesn't time fly... this isn't right hunny, you've gone the wrong way can't turn back the time for one more sweet day. Don't think my legs will hold me to stand I fall deep inside with no where to land. your small perfect face brushed with a chill red raw baby wrists you lay there so still. your crys

Deafening Silence by mooseywench, literature

Divided We Fall by mooseywench, literature

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Divided We Fall

And forever parted by invisable divides, Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes. A forged smile creases the everyday mask Can you see its not me, never me? Over stark white, sobbing literature tears Trails under my eyes merge into dark years Murmering its nothing and turning away do you know why I cry, die inside? **Chorus** Its hard to know you don't know why I fall, why I crawl. Hard to hide in your eyes they can't see what I see, never free, never be a thing like me. I hate the blindness, hate the nievity, hate how you hate the visions inside of me. Read the message in the agony, the bleeding A reason, I'm pleading

Turn to the stars by mooseywench, literature

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Turn to the stars

and startled I awake to find that time has come to make me blind, a sign I've hidden deep inside, has freed itself and turned the tide. Bolt upright within my bed, I shake off thoughts within my head and this image of you instead fills my body full of dread. oh why can't we live in our dreams? Everything that seems, to have meant to have been. Why is this emotion so hard? That willing bodies are barred from the final few yards. how is it always so far? That the beauty of love is lost in the stars. but surely it cannot be, we've been friends to long for me to see and free what was meant be from forgotten realms without a key. cold

Defiled by mooseywench, literature

Coming Home by mooseywench, literature

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Coming Home

Bubbling and churning I wait on the verge; Posed and ready, my hand holds steady. Slice through this mask with precisional ease, a wince and a cry as I drop to my knees. The happiest birthday I hope to endure, I've swallowed this madness, discovered a cure. Sweet mama I swear it won't be much longer now, This tragedy's over I've taken my bow. Intoxicated by my life's rich liquer, soaked in it's red wine 'Sweet Numbness Divine'. Crazed eyes watch the source pumping, flowing The waters of Moses come crashing and growing. The happiest birthday I hope to endure, I've swallowed this madness, discovered a cure. It wasn't your fault I

collection by mooseywench, literature

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collection

Tonight isn't our night darling, isn't it clear? I know what to write, but I'm mained by this fear. Words dance through my mind, but refuse to go further, What begins as a roar transforms to a murmer. The barriers up, So tell me what can I say? The old feelings rise and disperse the same way. Why can I not say whats etched on my heart? It rises to my mouth but my lips can not part. The touch of your hand only tightens this lock, Your questions confuse and only strengthen the block. --------------------------------------------------------------- Of Teenage angst depressed and tense, I whisper lonely tunes, A fatal fall, to small to

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Teenage angst by mooseywench, literature

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Teenage angst

Pain's deformed talons tear my pure flesh, Ripping into the place I dare not see. I choke and I stumble upon this weakness. Empty eyes; trespass in, as I stand here exposed; Nineteen years of innocence, crumpled with my clothes. The sky stretches forever, stars glinting impassively, Screams grate my throat, yet are drowned out by silence Each footfall Reverberates like I'm lost in a crowd, But no one catches me when I fall to the ground. Chained to this earth, my body and this mind looking through these blurred windows, nothing appears. Tormented by shadows, by Fear's poisoned whisper I pound on my temples and cower, curled up sm

Unrequited Love by mooseywench, literature

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Unrequited Love

And as I part your sweet lips, yours nose touching mine My eyelids dance in electricity; your power over me. Then you shrug off my arms, eyes the barren Antarctic Telling me in that sigh, that frozen tear in your eye, That there's a time for us, a distant time and a place; Where your hand will fit mine, brush the tears from my face. Take your claim on my heart, I offer this much to you; Yet you leave it to beat, to beat for me once more, While I wish for the kiss that had stopped it before. Don't let my hand fall so fast as I crash to the ground Without a sound, you watch me choke as I drown. Regretful smile as I cry, mouthing 'sor

Walk on alone by mooseywench, literature

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Walk on alone

Darkness is taking over me to wipe away my fears The time is right to say it right, infinity draws near. What darkness shall this be that hides inside of me? Its fear, just fear; I fear to fear a feeling thats the key. A stupid thought lurks closer, that they begin to chant And so I go to let them know; a deep subconcious rant. Young children are walking closer to this evil that surrounds; It takes them whole, screaming they fall, to the evil underground. It whispers in a hidden code that I don't understand. Are you scared? I'm scared. Will you take my shaking hand? This path we wonder all alone, What we wonder I'm yet to know This

A final farewell by mooseywench, literature

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A final farewell

The skin so pale as porcelain, to lips so touched with blue. So silent in death my friend. Where are you now? Your eyes forever staring through the stars to eternity. Leaning so close that my breath stirs your lifeless hair I whisper this to you; 'To the angels who hold you know; take care of him like the most precious gem to glitter upon the sands. To the lord who retrieved this soul remember he deserves so less a place that the shrine of Heaven. And finally to you my friend; you will not be forgotten for you are in our hearts and entwined with our soul and the tears that fall are crystal gems; a present to your life. We wish this

True love by mooseywench, literature

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True love

Pitiful screams are silent as you gnaw through my last defence. I lay bare to you, as you consume the sight. Slowly. Cruelly. Malevolent shadows dance in candle light within your eyes. Distorted, aborted. Our love lays mutilated by your hand. Cold passion swirls in the pools of darkness; Window to nowhere. While fear cowers under my swollen eyelids; in the emptiness. The demon hate grows more grotesque wailing his revenge. Pounding around the cave of ice, in my forgotten heart. I've died a thousand times, yet your kiss revitalises this form. Accepting a thousand apologies and every time I can accept one more. You've drowned me in my

Entrapped by mooseywench, literature

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Entrapped

Grating these chains along crevasses of stone, Stumbling we're pulled till our skin just shows bone. Dark caverns surround us and pitfalls consume us. Empty eyes, creased with smiling, blindly press on. Here millions of people are bound hand in hand. Blinded to the prison they are forced to endure. Enlightened ones rip out, turn to be free; their Screams are pitiful as they're crunched to the ground. To shine out the crowd would mean condemnation, To walk on alone, is to become the hunted. Those manic driven vessels just trying to be. Have hindered the hope of a you and a me.

From beyond The Grave by mooseywench, literature

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From beyond The Grave

Alone, encurled by these mists of oblivion. Whispered voices float on the nights chill. haunting melodies hang across the meadows I mouth your name as it all falls still. The crumbling concrete marks your place and brambles fasten your fading name. As an owl screams across the moon my panicked bravery is fading fast. Diabolic shadows creep across the church; chasing through this forgotten earth. Wailing wildly with the winds. Turn and run from deaths bitter touch Flesh rotted corspes grin under my feet blankly staring their silent goodbye.

What will be? by mooseywench, literature

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What will be?

Boxed and packaged by these clothes I wear; By this physicality that's true to your eyes. Yet am I not this girl, these thoughts This being you cannot ever hope to see. 'What are we?' I ask touching this familiar face. Not knowing myself but what I feel and Wondering how, therefore, can anyone know me? I feel trapped inside this weeping face, My created soul longs to escape. The Freudian hope to be Anything but this dispensable me. I live each day, within myself, watching through the blue. Seeing death as escape, but to what? A perception less, bodiless, intangible, Invisible Miserable being, alone for all eternity. Surely that

Mummy's Angel by mooseywench, literature

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Mummy's Angel

A cascade of emotion plummets within this form; A flood of brutal coldness drowning what was warm. The choking of realisation to what you have just said The sudden screaming emptiness throbs within my head. The foolish tear of pity hurls itself down your cheek, An uncertain hand of friendship, stumbles where it's weak The intensity of foreboding suffocates me now. The determined sword of justice falls meekly to the ground. My shooting star destroyed, ruined by a slip of fate. My tiny boy alone, standing by St Peter's gate. His 'will to live' sacrificed for the sake of another bed The shiver of a mother's nightmare; my little boy is

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Hidden within the deepest depths of olde England.
Favourite genre of music: Indy Rock

Favourite Visual Artist

Derangedfirebird

Favourite Movies

Donnie Darko amongst others.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Theres no definitive one.

Favourite Writers

Wilbur Smith, Milky Rabbit :)

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A pen and my lonely, but powerful, braincell.

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Reading, socialising, relaxing etc

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mooseywench

Mar 19, 2006

I'MMM BACKKK!!

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Hello there! I decided to come back and say hello! how are you all...do you even remember who I am!? lol! Well if you do then it would be nice to hear how your doing :) Take care my sweeties, Nik x

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mooseywench

Jul 31, 2005

howdy!

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Hello there my children and friends! I have just returned from my holiday from the delightfully english resort of blackpool! Three words... Tacky, expensive and drab! thats my opinion...if I was feeling nicer I would say... vibrant, boozy, arcade however they would be lies! It is also a little violent! and the food?!?!! man its all junk food! I found one place that sold healthy food!!! Ironically enough I only drank in this place and didn't eat there! I think it would have been different if I had been with my friends but hey...:) Sorry I take so long responding to comments, I'm not meant to be on this at work and my sister and brother

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mooseywench

Jun 20, 2005

WTF!?!?!?!

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yaaaaaaaay I'm a member a member a member :boogie: Whoever did this then thankyou, and if it is one of these freebies then...YAY!!! :excited: I saw greeeeeennndaaayyy the other day, they were in milton keynes, it was mad!!! I loved it to pieces (thankyou nice-one-trev for taking me there). It was so damn hot though (and a girl like me only comes out at night...for your sake rather than mine)...and trust me the scent of weed coming from the woods was potent enough to potentially knock out half the 65000 strong audience. Greenday were everything I hoped they would be and more, it was a shame I'm too scared to brave the valley of hurled bottle