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Oar Tasarin

we all have a dark side

About Me

not much to tell not much to say. i write and draw and read i am a prisioner of my own thoughts and always will this be. not to keen to large groups of people nor tight spaces. but dont mind some company from now and then to take me from the constant echo that my thoughts bring. i have a wonderful husband and although hes antisocail which makes things difficult sometimes he knows how to treat a women right and knows just how to make me feel loved so i look past his few faults i mean everyones got faults thats what makes things interesting. i love poetry and folk lore anything that lets me drift into the world of old, or the lands of fantasy. walking through the woods be it winter or summer rain or shine i love it always.
i am earthy yet dark demented twisted and tortured at times but i have learned to live with such. i am often refured to as gothic becuase of the style in which i write but actually i am just me. i discribed myself the other day to a friend online and although ment as a joke the discribtion fits better than most, modern gypsy meets the adams family. i often find that people dislike me because of my constant mood changes but it doesnt bother me because i am who i am and those that stay my friends through out it all are the only ones i need. my best friend mike calls me a phylosipher but truelly i am but a simple poet a wander in this world, a shifter between the realms of reality and so called make believe. i am the dark mistress if you will alow such a name for even though my life is much more pleaseing to with stand now than it once was and even though i am more often in a pleasent mood than not i am still dark. for once your life has glimpsed the darkness it never truly leaves you. i will forever remain the dark one that i am and the dark one time has made me. i have my beliefs and you yours we can go ahead and astablish this difference between us as fact. and as a great man once said "all the worlds a stage and men and women merely players" we all have our parts to play in the great design of things so let us play our different parts and if a friendship be formed all the better if not we still must play our parts so let us go on with such. do not sit and contemplate how different we may be for you would be sitting doing such until your time is done and even then would continue your contemplation.

My Interests

if you truly wish to know anything about me read the following poems. if you are still interested fine send me a message i may let you deeper into my world. but truth be told i am not here for friendship if it may be developed overtime with someone here so be it. but i am here for the simple perpose of expressing myself and keeping in contact with my family and friends that i love dearly.

Dark Modern Gypsy:

earthy yet dark and forboding
mysterious and deep, demented
unnerving yet beautiful in all her glory
blue eyes that pierce
the depths of thy soul
there is a sadness to those eyes
a sadness to her look
time has changed her
though nothing shall tame her
beauty of the darkened skys
mistress to the pains of time
mother by nature a kindness to her eyes
a heart that nothing shall kill
a ghost in the world of men
shadow in this darkness
listen to her words
in her voice it shows
beneath the willow
all lies revieled
beneath the willow
tears reasons told
beneath the willow
the key to her soul
soft as the wind
through the summer trees
her true voice sings to thee
"come away on the wind
find me where it ends
where land meets sea
and reality, dreams
close your eyes
catch a glimps
of who is hiding
who is cring
meet me where the wind ends
and the land meets the sea"
your wandering arent you
whos hiding within
those ocean blue eyes
listen and you'll find her
look deep and she'll find you
touch deep those eyes do
hits deep that smile does
remember always her.

you just dont know
how could you though
the thoughts the doubts
swarning through me
the hurt the pain
the fear
all the things that
continue to this day
tring to consume me
im tired of fighting
tired of tring
to take controlle
the darkness is winning
im looseing my grip
on all the things
i wish for
tears wish to fall
instead blood spills once more
and i feel no regret
as i slash up my skin
it isnt you completely
it isnt really anything
yet everything at once
i am alone
theres no denying
theres no since lieing
i have noone
but the darkness
and my weakness
to blame
i can not continue
to fight off my past
i can not continue
to try
what is the since in it
i feel empty again
or maybe
i have been this whole time
and everythings been just a lie
why wont someone tell me
im fine
why wont someone
help me
why am i left to fight this alone
why am i left to this darkness
i close my eyes
once agian i find myself
looking at those pale eyes
that blood stain blade
and the empty darkness
that trys so hard to claim
my fighting soul
this constand battle
that rages within
every breath is like poison
you couldnt understand
the pain i feel each moment
of each day
you couldnt understand
the hurt i feel inside
i close my eyes
and pray silently
hoping someone will hear
but noone does
and i am left
within myself
looseing this battle
and looseing myself
not that i even know
who i trully am
seems like the darkness
is my true self
i am too weak to contiue this fight
to tired to raize my blade
once more
what is the point why do you care
im useless to you
weak to the core
im shaking so bad
i can berely type
these words anymore
i dont know what to do
i dont know why you care
why anyone does
whats so important about me
that i have to fight this
i just cant see it
i cant tell you what is wronge
i dont even know myself
so many doubts and fears
i just cant sort them out
i feel like im falling
off the edge of a cliff
and all i can see below
is the darkness reaching for me
i pray someone else will catch me
but i know that noone can
ive lost my way
and theres no light to lead me home
no way to see where i step
no way to know what tomorrow shall bring
if tomorrow ever comes

My Blog

ummmm yeah

theres nothing much going on with me except this ever constant race between all of my thoughts that i believe is to see which can give me a headace first. im not tired but nor am i hyper im just in on...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:57:00 PST

thoughts swimming through my head

sometimes i feel like i know exactly how a fish in fast moving water must feel. my life is the water pushing me at such fast speeds and with such force i barely have the time to catch my breath let al...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 01:55:00 PST

tired

well im sitting here at`my sisters waiting for my husband to get here. i can barely even see this keyboard so its oftly difficult to type. im tired of working at dq it isnt getting me anywhere in life...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 12:29:00 PST

song needs work

you'll never understand the pain in her eyes you'll never understand the reasons why keep tring to figure out whats brought her here keep tring to understand why she always fears oh lonely child w...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Wed, 04 Jan 2006 05:20:00 PST

dark modern gypsy

earthy yet dark and forboding mysterious and deep, demented unnerving yet beautiful in all her glory blue eyes that pierce the depths of thy soul there is a sadness to those eyes a sadness to her...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 07:46:00 PST

you dont know me

i walk alone in a twisted world cus no one else is here my dreams are visions of the past that have all but disappeared my voice has grown so weak that i can barely even speak and the past haunts me w...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 07:44:00 PST

annoy

i dont feel like sitting dont feel like standing dont feel like eating know i cant sleep would just end up lieing eyes open wide bored out of my mind everything keeps getting to me every littl...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 07:40:00 PST

walk the path toward thy fate

distant echos of days long gone memories of a time i can not relive nor at times do i wish too haunting figures pace before me locked doors line the corridors eyes glowing in the sahdows watching as ...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Tue, 30 Aug 2005 10:47:00 PST

always

haunting footsteps distant screams always does my soul sing i try and wipe aways all that makes me gray but the past is just so hard to push away tears fall silent on the floor hair falls in my fa...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Fri, 26 Aug 2005 07:45:00 PST

full of unknown thoughts

its gotten late i should be sleeping but my minds so full of thoughts i cant even figure out just what im thinking. so many thoughts swimming round my mind catching themselves in the cobwebed corner...
Posted by Oar Tasarin on Thu, 25 Aug 2005 09:22:00 PST