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Relics of Relationships by AvenueA, literature

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Relics of Relationships

Books from her childhood, A handful of poems, Knowledge of hypnosis, Two year old Christmas Crackers, A leather bound notebook, A heamatite necklace, A pair of silver ear-rings, A black suede thong. These are the relics of my relationships, Those talismens and tokens I will carry Forward and onwards. Concrete reminders of emotional baggage Of damage done Of lessons learned Of battles fought Of vistories won. Each marker keeps the place in time For happy memories, Letting the sadness form a backdrop. Only one creation still stands firm, Having weathered many storms. Still strong enough to provide shelter When I need to hi

ID by AvenueA, literature

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Revelation Chapter 12 by AvenueA, literature

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Revelation Chapter 12

Caught in a fight I have to choose sides, Even though I have decided It's not as simple as saying so. I've chosen the gentle whisper of lovers' touch; Pressed between warm bodies of friends, Cherished and cared for. I've chosen to love and be loved in return, To care more for others than myself, To trust them to meet my needs As I serve their happiness. I've chosen to be vulnerable in love And open to that unique pain. Saying this does not make it so, I am still trapped; Held by the nightmares of my past, Consuming me even as I fight. I fear these shadow daemons will drive away my loves. Alone, the only hands that touch me ar

Miscommunicating or All I am by AvenueA, literature

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Miscommunicating or All I am

I crawl to my bed each night, Curling under crumpled covers, And counter the cold between the sheets With rememberings of you. Fleeting ghosts are all I have, Aside from worn leather tied around my wrist, A symbol you don't understand, Whose significance you have forogtten. Alone in the tangible and abstract, There is little to drive the chill from my skin, Save half remembered embelishments Of what once was But will not be again. A formerly infatuated realist, I can stomach the bitter pill Of your absence. Though I wish you had not taken So much of my heart with you, Leaving me so defenseless against the cold.

NOS by AvenueA, literature

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NOS

We choose careful words To hide our feelings, Couching them in gentle kindness For others not ourselves. Inside storms rage, Anger swirling midst frustration, Raining pain of pasts remembered On a once peaceful community. This blatent lack of honesty Grates on my sensibilities Until my storm spills out In a stark truth. Falling into old ways, she runs, Unwilling to hear these so considered words, Leaving a wake of lightening With nowhere to ground. We will weather this without her So she will return to a post storm sky, And having lost so many recently, We will be afeared to lose more. Sometimes decisions are hard And spe

By Suzanna by AvenueA, literature

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By Suzanna

I think I am learning your face, your eyes, Studying your concentration on a 2x3 screen. I toy with the idea of offering, Aware of the irony, That this is not a game. I loathe the distance, And count the days, month to month, Encounter to encounter. I'm besotted, addicted, transfixed. I'll settle for compassion of violence Caring or hurt, Anything to know I matter to you. That somehow, sporadically, I sneak round the edges of your consciousness. That you'd notice me, Could smile for me, Derive pleasure from me, However, whatever, it takes.

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Note by AvenueA, literature

Relics of Relationships by AvenueA, literature

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ID by AvenueA, literature

Peer Pressure by AvenueA, literature

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Girl in Camp by AvenueA, literature

Revelation Chapter 12 by AvenueA, literature

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Revelation Chapter 12

Miscommunicating or All I am by AvenueA, literature

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Miscommunicating or All I am

NOS by AvenueA, literature

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NOS

By Suzanna by AvenueA, literature

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By Suzanna

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untitled as of yet by 67shadesofgrey, literature

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untitled as of yet

I met a man lying in the road when I was on my way to school this morning. His breath shook along a narrow timeline, sending shivers down his spine. He said, "Girl, let me tell you- a man is a fragile thing." And there wasn't much to say to that, so I just kept walking. On my way home, I noticed that he was still there; unmoved and untouched, except for the ants on his face. I stopped to ask him if he was ohkay, but his spine no longer shivered and his eyes were already dried, So I turned to keep walking, wondering how many cracks it took to finally set him free.

Stupid by BlackEyedGirl, literature

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Stupid

I feel stupid today, like a bad song over-played on the radio or like my bones are in all the wrong places. And tears are flowing up the insides of my eyelids instead of out, and so you can't tell. But I feel stupid today, because I think that maybe words have an expiration date after all, and I'm afraid to cling to things that were said two and a half months ago. But if they're the only thing I've got, it's better than drowning. And so I feel stupid, like the veins all lead to one point right next to my heart and a bruise is spreading, but it's invisible, so you can't tell. So no one can tell. And I just keep playing,

Every Tear by wings-of-alundra, literature

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Every Tear

Every Tear Chorus, all of my memories close to my heart sentimental treasures i could never part lost in a perfect love for a century or two all of my memories of our love pure and true Verse 1 if i could have stayed should have tried harder to hold in all of the suffering our love was still so bold somewhere in the night sky a star shone down just when the end is near royalty escapes the thrown Verse 2 remind me again of this perfect love to find my way back home i waited so long for a reason to run back into your arms our road of love never ran smooth through complications, we stand our ground but when it all came

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Cecily

Cecily was perfect. She had flawless alabaster skin, eyes as blue as a clear summer sky, hair like woven gold; you name the cliché of beauty, she had it. All the boys wanted to be her date for every social function or excuse that presented itself. So why she hung around Norma Roberts was a mystery to the whole school. Norma was a bookworm. In the way that Cecily was perfect, Norma had smarts. There was nothing the girl couldn't figure. Where Cecily had her boys, Norma had her teachers. They talked with her after class, advised her on what colleges she should apply to, gave her hints about scholarships and grants, and in these last mon

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Blind - Prologue by AvenueA, literature

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Blind - Prologue

"Dear Diary," langid cursive began to fill the pages of a battered journal, Stephie liked the quiet of the evening, after all the chores were done and her mother was out, working nights in a beaten up diner on the other side of town. This was her time, when she could curl up on the porch and watch as the heat seeped from the day into the darkness, alone with her thoughts. "There's a little over a month left of school, and I can't wait for it to be over. Sure it's only for the summer, and I have another three years to look forward to, and sure I'm going to be working in the diner for most of the daylight hours, but anything, and I mean anyt

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Leicester
Favourite genre of music: Something with meaning
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Personal Quote: Have mercy on my soul and I'll never let you know where my mind has been. E.M. Etheridge.

Favourite Movies

Practical Magic

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jewel/Ani Di-Franco

Favourite Games

UNO

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Pen and Paper (usually the back of a debate crib sheet)

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Reading, Writing, Debating, Singing, Playing Piano, Spending time with my friends.

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AvenueA

Jun 15, 2008

Because I don't seem to have a scrap book here

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I guess I'll be using the journal. . They are just flashbacks, just memories.  I got through it then, I can get through it now.  No viaulas just physical, and it's like I can hear the commands, or maybe I just know what they're going to be.  What's another flashback anyway?  Just one more round, I can deal. I'm kneeling at an altar rail, "priest" standing in front of me; "take my life and let it be always only all for thee..."  "The body of God" and receive.  Work had to receive it, suck hard, work harder and don't waste a drop. I keep seeing Osiris, out of the corner of my eye, in a room I just walked into before I'm sure it's empty.  He

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AvenueA

May 18, 2008

Writer's Block

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I just realised the last bout lasted nearly a year, according to dates of posting things here.  And that's scary.

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Apr 20, 2007

Because the previous journal was annoying me

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I thought I'd write a new one. And then I realised I had nothing to say. But the line that "I've not written anything in an age" is clearly a lie.  I've been writing, and that's a wierdly good feeling.  Now I think the trick is going to be to keep writing. Whilst doing the uni thing. Exam today was exam-y.  I passed.  I don't need to think about it anymore. I'm thinking about labels.  What they mean, what they signify, my emotional response to them.  What ones various parts of me give myself. And also toying with ideas or different consciousnesses contributing to the same piece, I know this has happened once before, and the poem came ou