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Sometimes I feel like a peeping Tom, or wolf. For I love the essence of words upon the pages here. For many have very strong emotional ties to which they write. The stories seem to grow with leaps and bounds, forming short stories of vampires and lycans. Yet they seem to draw you in with every word, unlike the novelists that try today. They should come and see the works of the people on VR and get some clues of what writing should be. (Sorry my feelings) The poems seem to extract the very essence of their life and bring their feelings to the reader. For is it wrong to read these journals without, their knowledge, yet I think to myself that it is here for all, shakes head.

Some of the other writing here intrigues me to say, for it is so dark and talks of death and life. For the passion of life is to save and make life a lot better. For at a time I too felt this pain of life and mistrust of others. Yet I seemed to wrap myself into the writing and the doors of my mind. I feel the pain that others write and sadden by the words that fill me, I hope they may seem to find an answer to life before life itself is gone.

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ladygoddessaries
21:26 Mar 20 2008

Indeed.. I couldn't agree more my dear~

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What kind of mind fills with mistrust or hate or even the powerful feeling of love. Is it a logical person who puts their life in numbered order so that their whole week is planned out to the tee? Or is it the creative person who takes everyday as a new challenge or stepping stone into a future that only holds mysteries and lies. For if a logical person has planned their life out and it doesn’t go by the numbers; than how come they are so easy to blame a person or a thing that has no direct involvement with the situation that they have concurred to happen. For example, a person who falls so short on a test or a job opportunity, and looks to the heavens and says we’ll I guess god said it wasn’t to be. Yet we don’t take the blame for the lack of studying or the lack of ability that lost us the stuff we blame someone else. Or for the person who has had trouble in their life and the world seems to fading in around them, they blame someone else or pick so much at another person that soon they have laid the blame off on someone else. For is this right or wrong. For the creative person who has failed at something; they know exactly who is to blame for they know that they have come close and didn’t succeed. Better luck next time, or wait tell next time I’ll show them. for they have taken a blame out of the reach of everyone and put it on the very soul that has done this to them. Which is themselves, how ironic.

For they say life is said to be a mystery yet, we learn tell we eventually pass from this knowledgeable world. So at the end of our being we would have the experiences of the century that we have only lived. Yet we in the school’s we study that of history; for it is said that history in our time is very repetitive and yet a new line is formed which in fact, it is being changed. For life or the future is said to be not set in stone as we know it, but countless dreams or potential endings always await us.

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CryingMist
18:49 Mar 17 2008

countless dreams..hummmmm...so delicious taugh

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For when is a madman to be sane. This is a question I have encountered many times in my not yet sane world. For like a mouse that scurries around in the shadows of the kitchen floors, this is the way I feel like in this concrete maze we call earth. This DR. JEYKLE lives in one of the large wooden doors of my soul, and is released or comes to life when provoked. But for me it seems that this creature comes around when I’m scared of this outside world, for the slightest thing may trigger this madman to the surface. For I sometimes think that my emotions play a major role in his life force. For I think he would not exists without the fire in my heart to call him out. For he makes me blue, and enthralls my anger to a point in which; I myself am very scared to see. For no time in my life did such a beast rage within my soul. For I care for the weak and love those who need the love or romance which they are missing in their life. For I know my heart is good and yet this thing evolves and breaks the chains that bind it.

Why is this world so complex, that someone such as me cannot get a grip on what is reality. For everything in this world that is beautiful is only a mere image of total blackness. What is said about this is no matter how much good is in this world that there is abundance of evil such the same. For we try to see the truth in a person, but no matter how much we look we cannot see the real monster within the bone jail that we call ones mind. No matter how much we do for people or what good we do for our community, which we ourselves become an evil vampire that lurks around the corner. Yet to our dismay, that is what society has given to us.

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ladygoddessaries
00:49 Mar 13 2008

Rough day?

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RedQueen
07:14 Mar 14 2008

What ever you get a grip on IS your reality, sugar- just because it isn't the same as mine or the next person's, doesn't make it less real to you...

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