SpankieSocks

Happy without means

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Song of Old... by SpankieSocks, literature

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Song of Old...

"Maybe when this road is through Ill have grown alittle too into this skin that keeps tearing away from my heart where the songs never seem to stop and so It keeps singing...I want to know a map of your heart, tell me all there is to know, baby youre all I want so...let me love you" "Three year have passed and I've not seen your face, but everyday I swear I hold your heart, can you feel the kisses I send? Do you think of me at the start, of the day....Baby, I dont want to love you, let me love you..." "Every morning I wake with a phantom of you in my arms but as I smile and say I love you, it turns and isnt there, I can smell you on my pil

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I hate you. . . by SpankieSocks, literature

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I hate you. . .

These roses are dead these violets are too all of my loathing I hold for you that sweet crimson honey I long to see a blood covered corpse Is what you shall be a soulless frame I send you to hell from which you came These roses are dead these violets are too all you are is that thorn in my view that pinch at my skin the pain I feel like the sweet combination of skin meeting steal death will not hurt not for long give into darkness dont try to be strong cower in the corner of your empty mind become dead to me leave yourself behind follow the light never return I send you to hell where you shall burn!

These Fields of Imagined Reali by SpankieSocks, literature

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These Fields of Imagined Reali

In these fields of death and hate the air does stifle all come to suffocate In these fields of love and loathing lovers may come to strip off the clothing In these fields of mares and dreams all is lovely all is not what it seems In these fields of doubts and hopes all is imprisoned slaves of the ropes In these fields which I imagined real is fake and fake is real everything all a pageant In these fields that slowly burns flames touching only me until the table turns

Fields of Grief by SpankieSocks, literature

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Fields of Grief

These fields are my world my heaven my hell my haven enter at your own risk your life your death your strife living in the reality of a dream a nightmare a thought a scare separated from all the world all the pain all the people all the strain others existence unknown unreal unimportant unveil nothing has a meaning a reason a point a season all there is is me my reefs my thoughts my griefs.

Slits on my wrist by SpankieSocks, literature

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Slits on my wrist

I watch with a smile as my life flows down the drain drip by drip this life was all just a game the blood drizzles from my arm and a tingle goes through me pleasant thoughts fill my mind of thing much to cold and dark to see soon I can be free to forget the curse of emotion and worthless feeling dizziness more pure than any potion eyes get heavy and tired wishing to sleep and heal but the body is hyper and wired the pain dulls another and frees from all other thoughts as they flow down the drain soon I will be something that rots. The slits upon my wrists generous to flow now my consciousness leaves so goodbye I have to

I love you I hate you by SpankieSocks, literature

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I love you I hate you

Slit by slit till the marks are colliding To carve out the name of this pain thats been thriving to course through my viens my body and soul to take up this love I now pay the toll I hate you; I love you to love and to loathe how to decipher between these feelings I hold How do I prove to you and to me that somehow our love is forever to be? how can this come- when I hate you as much? when I both shiver and coil under your touch? The taste of this passion The feel of this anger to think of your safety and also the danger The daggar is thrown will it shatter or strike? can it kill the confusion of love or to like?

Through another by SpankieSocks, literature

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Through another

Tryumphant angel wrapped up in chains hung from the walls reflecting thier pains Look through yourself from within another enter the sins made by some other Be charged for a death that was your own surrounded by people yet die alone You are the angel bound by these chains you are the demon causing thier pains you are alone but completly crowded all is so clear but mind is so shrowded Live a life that isnt yours enter a house possesing no doors Feel all the pain that can be felt know this is the life that wasnt dealt You are the angel with all imperfection you are the one who'll have resurrection.

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K.I.L.L. M.E. S.L.O.W. by SpankieSocks, literature

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K.I.L.L. M.E. S.L.O.W.

Kill me softly Nice n' slow Kill me lovely Here we go Fall to heaven Fly to hell Sit here dying In my cell Drink the potion Bite the fruit Trade the beans That shall not root Kill me hard Nice n' slow Kill these wounds They always flow Stab me quick With your words Stupid lies Fly with birds Come kiss frozen lips Of maiden locked in glass Touch the love That cannot last So kill me quick Break my heart Follow the story And play your part This stupid tale Of love the fallen Listen up You know I'm callin' Silent scream Rest my head Ill say farewell Now I'm dead.

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About SpankieSocks

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United States
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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MP3 player of choice: Dont really care. As long as there is music.
Shell of choice: the one I wear over my heart..or where I had a heart
Skin of choice: I like mine thanks...
Favourite cartoon character: rhino
Personal Quote: They say there is no wrong way to say 'I love you' ....but I cant seem to get it right.

Favourite Movies

OMFG AVATAR!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

owl city/Paramore

Favourite Writers

Cam, Always

Favourite Gaming Platform

OLDSCHOOL NINTENDO!!!

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SpankieSocks

Feb 22, 2010

Its stuck in my head...and my heart....

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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it OK There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction or a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the Angel far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn There's vultures and t

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SpankieSocks

Feb 21, 2010

A picture is worth a million words....

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But a million words are all that I see....words, pictures...faces and music- all of which so familiar and alien at the same time...how long has it been since this face has truely smiled like this? Time has a funny way of catching up to you...and Im so glad it did...(stupid past :P) "We must in tears Unwind a love knit up in many years. IN this last kiss I hear - surrender to thee Back to thyself, so thou again art free; Thou in another, sad as that, resent The truest heart that lover e'er did lend"

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SpankieSocks

Dec 20, 2008

Why??

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do I keep writing in this journal anways? Not like anyone actually reads 'em. Not like anyone here really gives a damn whats up or what I think about it. I could spell this all wrong..Tell you all Im bombing the white house...anything...you would just be like "oh look, Sakura wrote ANOTHER journal... Myeh". Well fuck you all..Im done with impressing any of you. Especially those of you who seem to think you know me. Or act like the person I am isnt really who I am. Fuck that, I am the way I am and if you cant change that, if you cant fix my heart, then what do I really care if you dont read this? Or if you dont care?! Why should I give a fuck?