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society I trekked through the graveyard in solid black attire Passing by the headstones fenced off by sharp barbed wire Each looked damp and cold as they slowly crumbled away They’ve never seen a heart of warmth or even the light of day The ground was stiff and solid because the frost air drifting by Clouds loomed overhead eradicating the sun from the sky The church on the hilltop roared alive with its bells Calling forth the buried souls from their eternal hells Bodies, limbs and faces rose forth from the ground beneath Dirty bones and decaying skin and mouths of rotting teeth Each lumbered lifelessly to the grim church far ahead With rhythmic stomps of footsteps they sung the sounds of the dead Their brows cast shadows that ran past their eyes Hiding the blackened tears that amplified their cries My internals twisted endlessly and my ears began to bleed I grabbed my head and closed my eyes for they where being deceived But the cries just got louder as they wearily approached the quarry Lighting struck and lit up the yard and exposed its Gothic Glory I headed for the exit gates, fighting past the rambling oddities Revenants and wraiths and all of their kind all right next to me The iron gates where tall and heavy and locked tight with heavy chains As they enclosed on me with their taste for blood my hope began to wane My flesh was torn and my body twitched, tossed into the bloody ground All bones where shattered and my soul was taken and I was left to drown I have seen the church and the souls that it’s robbed I’ve been tasted by all the Horrors and I’ve become the Macabre  ~ Jolielaide  |
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what if i say to you that it was inspired by MJ's thriller, would it gives you an idea what to write? ~ Jolielaide
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i hte working with notebook the colour on the screen hurt my eyes and the letters are so small for crying out loud but my daughter settled herself in my PC room where the big round bed is she's staying with me for the time being till her job training is over i am not used of so many people crawling around the house making everything messy and dirty and my mother put a hot iron on my kitchen counter leaving a very distinctive mark on the surface but i'm cool in fact i'm ultra-cool i'm almost freezing and the radiator keeps knocking ~ Jolielaide
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this is a pretty accurate discription of what my children might have felt in the past ~ Jolielaide
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i am gritting my teeth for a long time it becomes a habit my physiotherapy advice me to put a cushion next to me while i'm sleeping and try to keep my hands on it with the fingers spread out instead of placing them close to my chest tightly balled into fists. he says it will help me not to grit my teeth and hold my breath. ~ Jolielaide
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*someone sent me a letter that says: "define pure". i deleted it. ~ Jolielaide
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* i know the person is refering to something i put on my profile. i hte explaining myself, especially to people who think: is she or she isn't? ~ Jolielaide
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12/11/2008 8:13 am |
 awooooooooooooooooo!!!  thrillerrrrr u just need this baby!      
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12/11/2008 8:53 am |
*someone sent me a letter that says: "define pure". i deleted it.  (if he's a HE...)
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awooooooooooooooooo!!!thrillerrrrru just need this baby! i'm out of resources ~ Jolielaide
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do i know him? (if he's a HE...)here we don't really know for sure ~ Jolielaide
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am back! but wont comment on the material itself since you wrote with their bones as ur pens and thier dried blood as ur ink on their rotten skins as ur sheets its a moment of seeking macabre when you look for ur soul fund it lost! and for the first time, the church bells doesn't call of forgivness but calling souls from their hells! why did you assume that?! sometimes, it is sin not to sin! but always it is possible that we are forgiven! 
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do you know any candidate? i'm out of resources 
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rusty bones and rotten teeth still occupying ur thoughts! unless smiley can deal with such ghosts for you?!
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am back! but wont comment on the material itself since you wrote with their bones as ur pens and thier dried blood as ur ink on their rotten skins as ur sheets its a moment of seeking macabre when you look for ur soul fund it lost! and for the first time, the church bells doesn't call of forgivness but calling souls from their hells! why did you assume that?! sometimes, it is sin not to sin! but always it is possible that we are forgiven! In case of me To be a quite poet is possible In addition, I have to be cool. The days have to face Good ways To begin its first hour To get its special power. I cannot hear anybody’s voice I can realize my age To do something better Not caring any matter. When Moon says I can guess She says something special Those are needed for all. I have to face Some case in any case. Sometimes, no case can be found Without she says, like “Hi! How are you For the few With your near dear Are there any tears in your eyes? When she says…” Man can be silent Ocean can be island He can be brilliant Even You can be toys When Moon says. All guys are nice To play with their lives. Everything seems to us Like a touch Of heart, And That is a part Of our life To survive. When Moon says Men pays attention much Because, what she says, is a touch. If Moon doesn’t say anything Then for her not saying All will be dying. When she stops saying Everything seems to me lying. When she will say I may Wait for him Than other For sine-dine Even until I die. ~ Jolielaide
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glad you're back ~ Jolielaide
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oh! is it time for application submission? then... you left without even saying that youre leaving i was hurt and it really wont be easy to forget yesterday and i pray that you would stay but then youre gone and oh so far away i was afraid this time would come i wasnt prepared to face this kind of hurtin from within i have learned to live my life without you maybe ill just dream of you tonight and if into my dream you come and touch me once again ill just keep on dreaming till my heartaches end are you familiar with this song? playing on the radio while i was writing this ~ Jolielaide
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rusty bones and rotten teeth still occupying ur thoughts! unless smiley can deal with such ghosts for you?! less of all sweet, sexy smiley she got her own ghosts followers to deal with one who is partial to beaver i happened to like cannibals especially the ones who can catch beavers ~ Jolielaide
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