Andreah

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Anyone with some intelligence, motivation, and desire to get somewhere in life. There's too many wasted minutes thinking about what we could have done, yet we continue to sit and ponder.Sorry to have to waste the time to add this message but to all you dumb ass guys who write looking for friends with benefits, or anything remotely related I'm not the girl your looking for. If I seen you face to face and you actually had the balls to come at me like that in person I would beat your ass, although I'm slightly confused as to why nobody has already. I'm surprised there's that many of you idiot's out there. But, don't worry if you keep looking there's plenty of unfaithful, filthy, disease infested hoes out there, and I'm sure your all looking for the same thing. As for me, I'm not her, nor are you the guy I would give the time of day to.

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There will be mud on the carpet tonight and blood in the gravy as well. The wifebeater is out, the childbeater is out eating soil and drinking bullets from a cup. He strides back and forth in front of my study window chewing little red pieces of my heart. His eyes flash like a birthday cake and he makes bread out of rock. Yesterday he was walking like a man in the world. He was upright and conservative but somehow evasive, somehow contagious. Yesterday he built me a country and laid out a shadow where I could sleep but today a coffin for the madonna and child, today two women in baby clothes will be hamburg. With a tongue like a razor he will kiss, the mother, the child, and we three will color the stars black in memory of his mother who kept him chained to the food tree or turned him on and off like a water faucet and made women through all these hazy years the enemy with a heart of lies. Tonight all the red dogs lie down in fear and the wife and daughter knit into each other until they are killed.- Anne Sexton/ The Wife Beater
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)" - Sylvia Plath/ Mad Girl's Love Song
By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid : A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree. If he were I, he would do what I did.- Sylvia Plath/ The Hanging Man
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. ~ Emily Dickinson
Nowhere can a secret keep always secret, dark and deep, half so well as in the past, buried deep to last, to last.Keep it in your own dark heart,otherwise the rumors start.After many years have buried secrets over which you worried, no confidant can then betray all the words you didn't say.Only you can then exhume secrets safe within the tomb of memory, of memory, within the tomb of memory.In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems.Vibrations in a wire. Ice crystals in a beating heart. Cold fire.A mind's frigidity: frozen steel, dark rage, morbidity. Cold fire.Defense against a cruel life death and strife: Cold fire.Life without meaning cannot be borne. We find a mission to which we're sworn --or answer the call of Death's dark horn. Without a gleaning of purpose in life, we have no vision, we live in strife, --or let blood fall on a suicide knife. ~ Dean Koontz from Coldfire
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Get away And lock the door,You fuck with me I’ll fuck you more,Turn away And don’t look back,You piss me off I will attack.
Where do you turn When there’s nowhere to go?How do I learn When there’s nothing to know?Where do you look When there’s nothing to see?Look what it’s took When it’s taken from me!
You see me cry I slowly die;What’s inside I need to hide;I hate to lie Forced to deny.
Death in an isolated place Seen by a familiar face Just need a little more space To break from this deathly embrace.Secured in this world of hate Rationally, I’ve become irate Locked in this mental state Apparent that this is my fate.I cannot just run away And put my life on delay Yet hope for a better day My life is always in disarray.No matter how far I run Or where I may have begun I am always the one outdone I am the reason to be shunned.I take a look in the mirror And nothing becomes clearer My life is one big error My death is getting nearer.
She took her life away Somewhere- That isn’t here.She stole a piece of me Never- To return it back.She hurt of pain Searching- For a release.She dealt her time Suffering- Her hopeless desire.She was lost awhile Suicidal- She finally found her way.