Marie

You whisper such sweet words
Into my ear as I lay
With no strength and no power.
My light is slowly dimming as
You take control of the night.
My eyes close as I feel the pain
Inside me rise up and engulf me.
The pain! Oh, the pain!
As I lay there I scream inside,
No one to hear or to know.
My light is almost out as you smile.
Cursed is that smile! Oh, wretch!
That smile of the devil!
It has caused me...

Dear Everyone,

Tomorrow I leave for San Fransisco with my two aunts and my cousin. It'll be interesting, as I've never been. If anyone has any ideas of where to eat or shop, please let me know.

I came to my aunts house yesterday. She was shocked by my jet black hair and nose piercing. Didn't even recognize me. I can't blame her since I use to look blonde and hippie-ish. Yesterday and today have been filled with awkward moments. I love my family but sometimes I just...

Sunday night, June 27th, was amazing. Why you ask? Because Furthur (the Grateful Dead minus Jerry and a few other originals) played at the baseball stadioum in none other than Coney Island. And I went (of course). My parents, few family friends, and I went. My bf and I went our seperate ways from the others and saw a sideshow. Then we went back to see the show and have our own fun.
The band was awesome. They playe Fire on the Mountain, Sugar Magnolia, Dear Mr. Fantasy, and many sweet songs....

Hello Everyone,

It has been a very long time since I have last written. I haven't had a good year. A close friend bullied me and caused me to do something that put my mental and physical health in danger. On top of that a close friend took advantage of me in the worst possible way.
But I am back. I'm alive. And I'm here to stay.
I want you all to know that I took a break from the Goth scene for several months. But as you can see I'm back and wearing black. I've missed...

Here's a poem about the brainwashing of teenage girls by the screwed up media's definition of beauty:

I look in the mirror and
See an ugly mass
a monster in disguise.
Fat, scars, and painful promises.
I see the images on the television
And can't believe my eyes.
Thin girls, fancy clothes, and
Glittering diamonds.
It's all too much to take.
Loving you is hard to do.
So I look at myself
In the mirrors...