Jaded-Turmoil

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Then and Now by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Then and Now

I felt a pain When you were still here Because I loved you My heart tore ever day When you were still here Because I loved you I was strong When you were still here Because I loved you Two tears When you weren't still here Because I loved you Living life That's what you taught me When you were still here And living life When you aren't still here Is my vow Because I felt pain And my heart tore every day And I let the tears run And I will live life Because you are still here Here in my heart And because I still love you

12 Days of X-mas Mage Style by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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12 Days of X-mas Mage Style

On the first day of Christmas A true mage sent to me A blizzard on a hot day On the second day of Christmas A true mage sent to me 2 Dead Dogs And a blizzard on a hot day On the third day of Christmas A true mage sent to me 3 Phony Wands 2 Dead Dogs And a blizzard on a hot day On the fourth day of Christmas A true mage sent to me 4 Sole-less Shoes 3 Phony Wands 2 Dead Dogs And a blizzard on a hot day On the fifth day of Christmas A true mage sent to me 5 Psychics' Heads 4 Sole-less Shoes 3 Phony Wands 2 Dead Dogs And a blizzard on a hot day On the sixth day of Christmas A true mage sent to me 6 Regions to Fight 5 P

Happy Birthday by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

untitled 6 by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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untitled 6

When my blood flows My heart slows. Stress that mounts so high Crushing me- it's goal for me to die. I read the thoughts... Soon my neck'll also have knots. Were you lying to me? Changing you so 'us' could be? You held back everything from me. Your thoughts, good and bad, should run free. I don't know what to say... Is this really an elaborate play? You should speak the situations in life! This hiding is my skin on a knife! Is the only way in to bleed? Because if so— my blood seems to be too thin— or is it my knife too dull...

The Witch Pine Stump by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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The Witch Pine Stump

I hear the sound of a hollow heart. This, m'friend, is where history shall start. Wicked eve unlike the rest, "Take me child to they chest. Welcome me with open arms Bring bloody reign to the farms" Under hallow- hidden away, Her boyd is and where it stay. Anon, on this evening oh so light, Away goes her vengeance into the night! Run from hollow heart, fore, still it may beat Over yonder creek and fencing leap. Away from black burnt body— b roiled and charred, "No one can run from the power afar! Take me child to thy chest. Power unwielded in both our breast! No leader, no friend, no one in sight. Here, child, pass power to t

The Gauntlet by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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The Gauntlet

Walking through, Only seeing you. On either side I say, "I lied." A gauntlet This is where I fit- Because I did this shit. You'll say the fault is yours, "I caused the aches and sores." But I walk the gauntlet; This is where I fit Because I did this shit. Paranoid and worry, Is what makes you sorry. Why did this have to be? Why is destruction the key? I know now what I am- I'm a siren; I'm a damned! A gauntlet I walk— But the fantasy I created is where you sulk. I feel the pain Entering my vein. But it will never replace What I did, or your face. So I finish this trial- Stomach overflowing with bile, I don't want to

Pass Go by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Stars by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Stars

The stars glitter above So insignificant to others But to myself… They show a dream… Thoughts I haven't seen for some time. Philosophies of the past. Wounds of the present. Dreams of the future… They glisten with a knowledge None come to see… I wish I knew what they knew… Yet the secrets are never released. The stars glittering above So significant to me But to others… …Others… With their hopes— Their dreams lost… These stars… They aren't the beginning of a new hope… A new dream… A new day… At least to the crushed… These stars— They are t

Pain by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Pain

I see your pain. And the blood stain Goin' down the drain— Everything lost Nothing to gain. I feel your pain. The moon is in wane. Why won't you explain? Everything lost Nothing to gain. I see your pain And the blood stain Goin' down the drain— Everything lost Nothing to gain. I take the pain Endless tears of rain Let it keep you sane Everything lost Nothing to gain. I see your pain And the blood stain Goin' down the drain— Everything lost Nothing to gain. I taste the pain Not a sugar cane This is profane Everything lost Nothing to gain. I see your pain And the blood stain Goin' down the drain— Everything los

The Velf by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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The Velf

Not many know the story of Talyea. The only few that do, are not the ones to be able to tell others, though. It goes against the code we all hold so dear to our life. But Talyea is posing to be a threat to all, and her story must be made known. It was some time ago when Talyea was blessed into the worlds. Her smile was as innocent as any babe's at the time. Everyone dawdled at newborns, for their magic seems to outweigh even the strongest of our kin. Talyea's eyes the usual green of any of our kind. The baby's hair was growing quickly, being fed by the Inner Music. Sun seamed to loathe the brightness of the golden strands of hair. The infant

10 days by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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10 days

It's unnerving how one's life can be turned upside down and inside out in a matter of four days. The first of this news came to me on Thursday. It wasn't that bad, though. Besides, my mind would mentally shrug, Grandma had gotten cancer last year and she was still singing the tale. Dad and I didn't think about the surgery, though you could see a glimpse of what Mom was thinking. Her eyes shined like newly polished pennies at various times. Nothing else happened that day. Mother and Father drove to the hospital Friday. They went for more poking and prodding tests. My sister and I went to school, like always. That day drove by quickly, as it

Sweet Dreams and the Sand Man by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Sweet Dreams and the Sand Man

Sweet dreams of the good times had, No nightmares of the sad times bad, The night is upon us once and for all… Now go to the Sandman, Darkness is come to fall. Sweet dreams of the good times had, No nightmares of the sad times bad, The dreams of the past form a wall… Now go to the Sandman, Darkness is come to fall. No nightmares of the sad times bad, Sweet dreams of the good times had, No dreams to see? Go to the Sandman, Darkness—a fair lady. No nightmares of sad times bad, Sweet dreams of the good times had, Dream of me Go to the Sandman, Darkness is to be.

Why the Pain... by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Why the Pain...

Why… Why do I feel this way…? Day after day… Your words hurt my head. Making me wish I were dead. You never remembering what you said. Why… Why do I feel this way…? Day after day… You hurt me more than you know. I recite that saying—"you wreak what you so." How could you stoop so low? Why… Why do I feel this way…? Day after day… The hurt will never heal. All these secrets; I not reveal. This fantasy is so real. Why… Why do I feel this way…? Day after day… Fury fills me… Why won't you let me be? Why not let me run free? Why… Why do I feel this way…? Day after day… I know why… …I feel like I am a lie… I should just

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Rose Petals by StagnantSoul, literature

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Rose Petals

Scarlet as The painted lips Of a mistress Stepped down from Heaven Petals are scattered Like lily pads Across the surface Of my heart They drift As if Upon the sway Of a nearly stagnant pond Crying out your name A haze of mist and dreams So surreal, Echoing into night In every fabric Of my soul This song reverberates Melodic as the chimes Stirred by a restless breeze So far away The memories of our life Once upon a time I knew you Was it merely dream? They separate Like restless wanderers Fading from sight For bare moments Remnants of years Spent in utter solitude You are, Dear to me as madness All that I hel

Bright Nox by Meaka, literature

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Bright Nox

The Night is thought as old as Day With vastness as his Moon With endless thought and wisdom full With weary, hopeless tune His arms are seen as strong and full His face, so dark it scowls And with the passing of the Day With howling wolf, he growls Yet ponder now his noble face He cannot be so old He's not one now to sit alone Nor one to hate the cold His face is vast, yes, that be true His heart is vast as well And in the darkness of his skin Small angels sing and dwell His face is freckled with their light They bring to him a smile Young Night of now, this present time Holds youthful, Summer guile So sleep you now with

Gentle Touch by DistraughtPenguin, literature

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Gentle Touch

I can't express my love; Not to you in thousand years. Your presence is my universe; Without you there would be cold. The coldness would consume; Make me heartless and dead. The little shreds of warmth; Eradiate with your gentle touch. I am flawed; But you seem to look past that. You look into my eyes; The world seems to be a little less unpleasant. You are the one; Even if we are young. I know we have much time; But time is cruel and fast. If you know the way; I will follow you there. Guide me to the light; Keep the warmth in my life.

God's Dictionary by failurepoet, literature

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God's Dictionary

Extreme sports: God's way of cleaning the Gene Pool STD's: God's way of saying "Keep it in your pants, you retard" Natural Disasters: God's way of showing that he, too, hates weathermen The Stock Market: God's way of proving that what goes up, must come down Senility: God's way of making old age interesting Computers: God's way of making the weak strong and little kids available to creepy old men. Martha Stewart: God's way of showing that we should never trust anyone that colour-coordinated

Fed up by flamingjune, literature

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Fed up

The cubical walls are closing in and the water cooler drip slips, quick, under my skin and I cringe... every beat, every drop, is Chinese water torture and the hands of the clock stop, plop! my hopes drop, it's two hours shorter than my day is supposed to last, but my boss won't let me leave working any less than all damn day is something she can't conceive. She watches me, watching time - she's watching "hers," I'm watching mine. Her poisonous glare is burning, the look says it all, her right hand tapping, nails drumming against the wall. She stares at me in denial of the smile on her face, but

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12 Days of X-mas Mage Style by Jaded-Turmoil, literature

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Current Residence: Lexington
Favourite genre of music: Techno; alternative rock/metal
Favourite photographer: My friends
Favourite style of art: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Operating System: Macintosh
Favourite cartoon character: Grim (The Grim Advenures of Billy and Mandy)
Personal Quote: You have GOT to stop finding dead people, Hanna! Winthrop's going to get the wrong impression o

Favourite Visual Artist

Monet, Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

Fiddler on the Roof

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Too many I suppose

Favourite Writers

Mercedes Lackey, Anne Bishop, Friends

Favourite Games

.Hack series

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS 2

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Keyboard, Micro Word, Random Thoughts/Convos, & Dreams

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Writing, Music, Painting

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Jaded-Turmoil

Nov 7, 2006

EPP

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Three has always been the magick number, hasn't it. It doesn't cease there, however. There are three types of love (friend, family, lover). there are three types of hate (misconceptional, foe, blood-oath), and there are three types of pain. The only unique thing about pain, however, is that one can have all three at once. Level A) Psychological Pain:  Manipulators can twist another's will until a person doesn't know how to walk without direction anymore. The pain from this realized dependence may shock a person for quite a long time. You've been raped of yourself. Level B) Emotional Pain:  You cherish it so deep and then there is emptiness.

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Jaded-Turmoil

Nov 5, 2006

To all those Idiots out there

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If you dont like what I do with my time, then find a cliff and jump off of it. This is my fuckin life, and I am doing what I want to and what I feel is right. So what if you don't think my morals are up to your par, so what if what I do with my time isn't what you wanted. I'm not your dog, I am not your secretary, I am not your reason to stop habits that you want to stop. I am not fuckin responsible for your life so I would appreciate it if you would stop acting like I was. If you dont want to do your work, then don't do it. If want to go jump in the freezing lake at midnight, then by all means remember to take a couple of towels with you. If

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Jaded-Turmoil

Sep 25, 2006

I sit down

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    I sit down and I think and I think and I think and you know what I think about it seems? Nothing. Or I think about Everything. Sometimes its a concoction of the two that doesn't make any sense.   I sit down and I remind myself I'm not more special than the person that is sitting right next to me doing the same thing I'm doing. I remind myself that we all have trials and we've all had errors.   I sit down and I think and I think and I think about if what I've done in life is going to bite me in the ass. I try to not think about how much I like a guy just to know that while I'm trying to not think about it, I'm truly thinking about it