e-Tink

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I am a hypocrite, first and foremost. I know what is best, but I do not practice what I preach. I figure this is because, as a catalyst, I don't need to survive forever. So when they're here, around my shallow vessel, trading blows with bones and cartilage... I don't need to worry. Simple as it is, I turn my mind inside out and project what I want. I am not here, bleeding beneath their hands. I am in my ivory tower, lying against silk legs and velvet pillows. My dearest children; boys wrapped in saris and girls in linen gowns, whispering and loving. The walls of stone are high enough-- Enough being a fortress. Us

My Darling Dear by e-Tink, literature

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My Darling Dear

I'm sorry, I really am... Love, why are you still listening? Do you keep speaking because it upsets me? You hold yourself above my head Hold yourself against me, because how can I argue with YOU? You are my husband, my son, my father, my friend. But, more than anything... you are my LOVER. I adore you for being what you are. ...Yet, I cannot believe you are still Here with me. Baby, please turn away, don't let yourself be hurt by me. I am so old, so worn, my corners are bent and torn... I was never cared for before, and I don't deserve it now. You don't see my eyes shining, you don't see the tears. Please tell me you don'

what branoiken speaks of... by e-Tink, literature

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what branoiken speaks of...

x. On the ninth day of the singing ghost, the willows shall fall from cosmic posts. From the to ground where fire will perish only to be replaced by scarring and the small insignificant germs that breed upon the waste that lives in TirNaNog. x. The wasteland shall dry within the hyena’s eyes, a sight reflected upon none. Water brings the last note the ringing tick-tock upon a dirt-strained bared throat. x. Somewhere in the land of plenty Where the greedy feast and foil, let the beast be awoken lest the greedy corpses begin to rot and spoil. Let it be known that on this day when the One shall have her way, That it wa

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Not Me by e-Tink, literature

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Not Me

Through night and day I rot away a soul trapped within a cell locked away where I can't escape this life has taken it's toll but somehow I will escape this black and white world to where I belong not living in these shades of gray I am like a splash of oil in clear waters I just don't mix I destroy and I confuse but what I really do is what I am meant to I always destroy what I touch and it seems I can't stop but with the breaking of the bars the freedom shall be saved my spirit travels away from me and I wander aimlessly the day the night all the same to one who long forgot herself I am not here to live the life that I live I am not in the r

I still hate you by e-Tink, literature

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I still hate you

even when I try to forget I still remember the pain that you've caused me the horror and trauma I've suffered in your name only trying to get back to your side where you wait snickering at my blind faith you bury me in a sea of sand and I swim to the surface you strangle me in vines and I grow along with them you drown me in the poisoned waters and I walk along the heavy toxins smiling at the oil's iridescence you try to break me but I'm durable I'm the only one you cant kill I'm a shadow that you cant wait for midday to lose I'm just that voice in the back of your head telling you that you'll never truly be free because I am a part of you th

Mourning The Hung by e-Tink, literature

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Mourning The Hung

To what do I owe this honor of visitation Upon this night of angst and redemption To whom must I bow down now Upon this night of my bad intention From what well do you draw this hate Is the well something I can dry Or is this death strung in my fate Since I see a tear crawl from your eye Yes, I truly deserve this From your heart this pain I wrenched Her presence you must miss Now that she has been lynched Sweet venomous misery It fits you now that Your love is but history Your heart is your trap I most likely had this coming Surely the death of her is numbing But it was not me who slit her throat It was only me that pulled

Thoughtless --truly by e-Tink, literature

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Thoughtless --truly

When will I stop making everything tough emotions complicating every thought which runs through my head and out of my mouth when will I stop to think about things before I take it upon myself to fix them as if it is my responsibility to control everyone's misdoings and make things right why can't I just live with it and get myself together before helping others gather themselves up off the floor stopping to point out every strange thing which catches my eye focus lost as quick as that memory fleeting like a shy horse why should I always be the one who stands out and stands up for anything that she likes having to be the first to do something

Let Go by e-Tink, literature

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Let Go

I tried to warn you Tried to tell you it was wrong To tell you he had left forever And he was gone You gave him everything Your soul and more He tried to let go But you held on for your life Girls shouldn't get so attached To boys who are happy to die Boys shouldn't welcome company From girls who are desperately lonely It didn't look too good From the very beginning But you were so happy I didn't want to wake you up From your fitful sleep And delusional dreams So I walked in that day To see you collapsed on the floor A razorblade in your hand A broken lock on the door You tried to blame me And pointed fingers as was be

you weren't The One by e-Tink, literature

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you weren't The One

I thought you were my love The One who would be there forever To hold me back And guide me forward You walked me down the untread path And you said that you loved me In that very moment I realized You weren't for me I thought you said You could never love me I wanted someone I could trust And leave behind the same way And I know the minds change But I tried to keep it the same The way it should have stayed I never wanted you to help me I never wanted you to love me I wanted you to stay with me And say you would never leave me

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Mornings Like This by e-Tink, literature

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Mornings Like This

The small drops of water Run off my chin, Each one tinged crimson with blood. The sting of air Dances painfully slow over my skin, Tickling open cuts until they cry. With rigid movements and bent shoulders, I sink to the ground and lay alone, With my face pressed into Dew-cooled grass. I am burning inside, With my toxic iron cross And shredded fairy wings. I am eaten alive by dancing flames Fed by all of my mistakes and Tainted thoughts. I can only laugh like I'm insane And hope to freeze, Hope for the snow to come And the ice to consume me. On this cold morning You can feel every breeze Twisting in your bones. It's al

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Deviant for 19 years
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Favourite genre of music: I like EVERYTHING, but I <3 goth rock
Favourite photographer: Nana Vikki
Wallpaper of choice: Floral
Skin of choice: Scaly
Personal Quote: It's not that I want to die. It's that I want to be dead.

Favourite Visual Artist

HR Giger, Brian Froud

Favourite Movies

Nightmare Before Christmas, Kung Pow

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Rasputina, Bad Relegion

Favourite Writers

Poe, Block

Favourite Games

Primal

Tools of the Trade

Hammer

Other Interests

Anything that has to do with water. YAY WATER!

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Aug 10, 2005

the story of my life

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new story. already fourty-odd pages. eight point. since last week. joy. moving. getting mohawk and lip pierced again. mom says it's a bad idea. but I <3 mohawks and labret ringehz, so she is fu-screwed. this is me summed up pretty damn well: a well disguised emo boy in an overly feminine butch girl's body. I will never, ever fit in. It's like just this ironic little fairie tale. even when I find something that seems so right, it goes wrong. end of story.

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Jul 29, 2005

ladeedaaadeeeedaaaa

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okee, feel like I should be writing again. we're moving to another house. joy. I'll go exploring every night. It's an awesome hood. I broke up with Amanda. Not that big of a deal really. I was fucked up for a while, though. No self-harm this time, though. Go me. I realized far too late how fake she was sometimes. There were so many signs, and I was to stupid to pay attention. Rebecca was right. I guess everyone learns their lesson at some point and time. Anyways, every stepping stone leads you further down the path. Perhaps, to destruction. I have found another weed in the road. Salvation in so many forms... Alice, I love you. I