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(no subject) [Apr. 4th, 2004|10:53 pm]

[Current Mood |coldcold]

To the man who has been beaten,
And forsaken,
You are not but a man who has lived for others,
Your abondenment is nothing more than your love for your people,
Your pain is nothing more than your compassion,
To lose all hope and face the world only to gain it back again is to see what this world has to offer,
By grace of the fates we have all been given paradise,
By the folly of man we have all ruined paradise,
But by the divinety of ourselves we have made what was once torn mended,
And by your hands will feal,
By your breath we will breath,
By your ears will hear,
And by your eyes we will see,
And all that we have to offer you is a hole in your side,
One that will do nothing but grow until it consumes you,
Until your vital fluids drain from your once living body,
Till every tear in you has been driven back to the earth,
And until your flesh has rotted and decomposed,
We can give you nothing but you can give us everything,
The past is it was and future is what will be and the present is a middle ground that will never exist for each passing second is not that but history and what will be is nothing so no can not live past for the past is all that we have and the future is all that we will never have,
Don’t bother to slit your from ear to ear for death is not what will make you great,
But rather it will be your hand,
To be stricken and not to strike is to take pain for someone else,
And that you will ever own will be those for whom you have just done so.
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Whee... [Mar. 17th, 2004|07:39 pm]

[Current Mood |amusedamused]
[Current Music |Dimmu Borgir - Spellbound]

So I wrote this last week, going with the theme of a drawing I did. It's not terribly disturbing to me...but others say it's the most disturbing, vivid, evil thing I've written. I doubt that, but it's amusing just the same. Enjoy.

A Twisted LoveCollapse )
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Okay, I'm new, so here's one of my writings: [Mar. 11th, 2004|08:41 pm]

Narcotic PoisonCollapse )

This is the most recent poem I wrote.
Comments are wonderful.
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More Fun and Games From Isorion [Mar. 11th, 2004|09:15 pm]
This is techincally more of a song, but here it is anyway...

You, Damn YouCollapse )

Give me some comments, people!
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sorry had to!! [Mar. 9th, 2004|01:23 pm]

[Current Mood |hungryhungry]
[Current Music |courtney love-mono]

Speed of light down the PCH
And oh now he's gone
I slashed his tires,I bled his brakes
It simply had to be done
Their handjob lives where just too cruel
mercy was done
We drowned them all in their swimming pools

(mono-courtney love)
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I'll show you emo....*grumbles* [Mar. 5th, 2004|07:20 pm]

[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[Current Music |Prodigy - Firestarter]

Here's some horrible verse I wrote a year or two ago. It's rather bad. And angsty. And ...just bad.

Ph34r t3h horriblen3ss of it all. Ack.Collapse )
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Time To Play [Mar. 5th, 2004|06:40 pm]
[Current Mood |artistic]
[Current Music |Some stuff, this and that]

Seeing as I'm on a Hellraiser kick of late, I thought I'd write a little poem in the spirit of my favorite horror franchise.

Between this world and the next, there is the Schism
To see us, to feel us, you must call us through
There is but one way to bring us upon you
You must solve the configuration, open the gate
Once it is done, the experience can begin
Should you wish it; should you call us to you
You must be prepared, and be ready to play
For we are architects of suffering, artists of the macabre
We shape and reshape the flesh, design the human form
We create beauty from pain, pleasure from ugliness
Do you wish to experience this, the penultimate high?
Do you wish to feel an ecstasy like none other?
Solve the puzzle, unlock the door, and release us
We await your command; we relish the possibility
Of yet another trip into the dark heart of torture
Tell us, please, what is your pleasure?
Do you seek pain and pleasure, indivisible?
Then call us, and we shall come, and play...

Tell me what you think...
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Another New Community From Yours Truly [Mar. 5th, 2004|11:08 am]
I don't know why, but I felt compelled to begin another community (you do remember rantsravesmoansrantsravesmoans). This little bitch is called orderof_thegashorderof_thegash; I would have made it without the damn underscore, but somebody already had that name. Bastard... Anyhoo, I guess this community is really just for Hellraiser fans (cuz after all, only a Hellraiser fan knows what the fuck the Order of the Gash is in the first place), and for posting sick and twisted shit. You know how the saying goes, "pain and pleasure, indivisable..." If you understand that, then you already get the drift. The community has closed membership, meaning you must be OK'd by me to join. Just leave a comment on the community's main page, and I'll add ya. I only did this because, well, I don't really know why. Just because. Whatever. Join if you wish, I don't care. It could be pretty friggin' interesting...
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Poemness [Mar. 4th, 2004|05:09 pm]

[Current Mood |blankblank]
[Current Music |Stand Up - Adema]

Not my best, but its my most recent one....o.o'

'Faded Farewell'

so this is how it feels to lose
the last thing that kept you stable
thus far nothing has happened
you strugle to regain control of your demon
the dark side to your light
or is it the lightside to your darkness?
is there anything left inside your heart?
assuming you had one to being with
floating freely along the cold air
suffocating as you drift away
your spirit is battered, maybe even torn
nothing was there to stop the pain
you've become consumed by things they do
decayed within your mind
you bleed out all your tears
it doesn't really matter anymore
your letting go
so now your life is leaving you
passing you by
turned to stone and erroding to dust
farewell is in your eyes.
You've faded away....

-Alison Levesque
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Harhar... [Mar. 4th, 2004|05:24 pm]

[Current Mood |awakeawake]
[Current Music |Some random song by American Headcharge]

I figured, since I started this thing, that I should prolly post something up or whatever. So here it goes. I wrote this yesterday during speech, whee...

It's True That We Are All Alone

Sunlight shattered,
Raining down
To fiery bits of dust.
And in the silence
Left behind,
The world spins in Darkness.

Until the Angel fell again
Bearing black flames
And harrowing spirit,
The cold crept
Through bones
And bitter Nights of Winter.

The sleepers wavered
On the brink;
And endless chasm
Yawning beneath them.
But screaming from the depths
Were crystal Dreams.

With them came
The Light --
Burning eyes and stars --
And the feeling of
A thousand years left
To rot without a God.


So there. Ignore the spelling mistakes if there's any. I typed this rather fast and am too lazy to proofread. Mwah.
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