*The Misery Queen*
Look at me... i know what i am, i know what you see. i am a miserable failure.
i am the mistake never intended to make. No one fails worse than me, i am the
failure queen. All of my subjects are dried up and dead, blown away by the
careless wind. Therefore i am left alone.  All alone is how i am, and how i
shall always be, for i am the misery queen. I shed tears of pure grief and
sorrow. That will probably never change either, forever melancholy is what i
am destined to be. I dont bother to see my reflection in the glass, let it
drive me more mad than i presently am. Solitary i walk this endless, great,
empty earth, searching for  someone to help set me free from me. but that is
most likely never to happen, for i am all alone. i wasnt always alone. i had a
love, and i loved him dearly. i spent my days with him, staring into the deep
dark secrets of his eyes, listening to his every word. When he spoke, the
world seemed to come alive, to become even more beautiful. At night, i dreamt
of him, of his loving touch and warm embrace. Then it all changed. He left me
with a kiss, and i havent seen him since. The words we did exchange afterwards
were painful, i knew he had found a new lady to show his magic to. And with
that i felt a pain that i never had felt before. It was my heart, and it was
breaking. And that is how it is now, broken. No one can ever mend it, for who
wants a queen of misery and sorrow. No one wants a sad being like me, who
loves the night and scorns the day. No one wants me now that my fire is gone.
But just maybe, maybe one great and glorious day, some brave sould would take
the time out of his life to try and mend the broken heart of this misery
queen. But until that day arrives, it is just a dream, a hope that i dare not
whisper to the subjects that arent there. It is just a hope, a tiny twinkling
star in the sky of life. But that hopeis the only thing that keeps this broken
hearted failure of a misery queen alive. The end.   ~Aug 10th, 1998~

*Untitled #1*
Strong, pretentious & vain. Ignorant & judgemental winds sweep the land.
Beauty and love rare treasures no one can seem to grasp. Concepts, plans and
ambitions fall to the floor. Loves won, loves lost. Death and destruction.
Self-deprivation. Thundery anger, disgust and despise. Onward blindly we go.
Stumbling into, falling into, forced into love. Then the inevitable-
irritation, disinterest and impatience. If you are unlucky. We, yes we, will
one day rule the world. We can see and appreciate beauty. We understand the
non-understandable. Blink. Flash. Spark. Silver tipped moon leaks mercury,
mercury to the endless end of space, time, and all that is known. Endless
opportunities, blinding light. Failure and success. The preoccupied lose. They
are obsessed with impatience and hate and superficial forms. they strive to
reach perfection in others eyes. But they will all lose. We will win.  ~Aug/ 11th, 1998~

*Love*
Light the smile. Frown the light. Grin to the moon. Wondering and wishing to
know. Angel Dear, I love you. Love is overwhelming and suffocating. It drags
you in and pulls you under, and you know you have no choice but to surrendur
your all to it. You become it, it takes you over like a parasite looking for a
host. Love is a sweet and blind thing. It drives you mad, enhances you and
currupts you. If you give in.    ~Aug/ 11th, 1998~

*Untitled #2*
Energy. The creator of all things. Masses of enery just waiting to be
discovered, waiting to be mined & exploited. Secret locations, invisible to
the eyes of the weak. Humans are the cruel subtle destroyers of this energy,
they do not know of its massive potentials. Some, the enlightened ones, know.
But they dare not tell. The energy is the soul of the soul, it enhances and
purifies it. Energy is all one really needs, and sometimes one can find that
energy in another person. The energy between them becomes bright & euphoric.
Both of them give their all to keep the energy, the magical sweet feeling of
love. But it is not easy to get that energy and hold it, hold it in your hands
without tripping and letting it fall to the could ground. Usually no matter
how careful they try, they let it slip and fall, only to have it shatter into
a million tiny sparkles of what once was that no one can put right again.
Along with that goes the heart, and it too shatters into a million pieces,
like some beautiful explosion. They will not learn, they will let it happen
again and again, only to feel pain and sorrow.  ~Aug. 11th, 1998~

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