Sticks-n-Stones

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A Breath Away by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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A Breath Away

Such sweet beauty Walking by.. Her scent, Invading My senses... Parfume of the gods Catching My attention rapidly turning away to hide my interest.. Approaching... Gathering the wafting aroma of her luxurious tendrils Beseaching me to touch them.... Fingertips, a breath away Silky locks, Escaping My grasp... Sensing My hesitation, Turning, She catches my gaze.. Smiling... Knowing... So like me In her interest... So unlike me In her beauty... Lids slip shut, the smell... so very invasive.. Crashing Through my nostrils Eyes wide open... I know her... I feel her.. I want her. Sinewy legs, tanned in color.

Alone in the Dark by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Alone in the Dark

Have you ever jumped From a plane in the sky Wanting to fall With the sun in your eye Have you ever been loved On a beach, in the dark Behind the shed, on a swing On the carousel in the park Do you want to Ride with a hog and a girl Down the road, wind in hair In someone else's world Can you think, for a second Of one thing you cant do If you set your mind on it Your dream will come true Have you ever loved one who lives far away Every moment without them Was your longest day Can you remember a time When your blood ran so hot You wanted to BE it But knew you were NOT Could you tell a tall tale Pretending it were real

Provocative by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Provocative

Mesmerizing eyes, full of lust Love is what I seek Hypnotic gazes, bashful looks turn away slowly don't let me enter you Crawling deep into your soul I see what I seek Walking beside you, for only a moment I forget what was inside Reach out, hold my hand Touch me with your eyes Mesmerizing eyes...golden and green dark lashes so thick peppered noir, grey lightening streaks framing the windows, That I see myself in. Cherubesque you say... Angelic, another word Far from innocent..close to maddening Tears spill forth, from my own lonely panes or is that pains... A mere glimpse into my reality the entity that is me Let me c

Gauze Covered Haze by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Gauze Covered Haze

In the shadows I wait, for some kind of sign A motion of hand, a thought in your mind Recognition eludes, the shadows are dark I remain in the corner, awaiting a spark Peering at you, through a gauze covered haze Beseaching your soul, 'til the end of all days Begging and pleading, with no whispered word My mind, the tormentor, completely absurd Rejection, dejection, reflection; and more Thoughts rummaging past, the all-but-closed door Hope is a glimmer, that I no longer see My spirit got lost, 'tis no longer free I'm doomed to obsession, in hiding I wait Taking no chance, to upset my fate Risk means injury, no matter how slight

Brutual Atrocities by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Brutual Atrocities

Screaming echoes and silent tears Long lasting memories, laden with fears Brutal atrocities, traumatic pain Rebellion ensues, no loss and no gain Visions of penis, bruises, and vice Fists that come flying, bags full of ice Words that come stinging, hurtful and wrong Patience and virtue don't last that long. Mind full of anger, heart that beats rage Sick and so tired of being jailed and caged, Prisoner of passion, dramatic and mean Mature to the nines, before age thirteen. Thoughts of death enter her head. Whispers that she would be better off dead. Sir Death visits nightly, daily sometimes, Counseling her, on all of her crimes.

She's a Little Runaway by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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She's a Little Runaway

Tight aching muscles, clenched and taught Gritting my teeth with every thought Seeking relief from demons within Am I a sinner, or do I just sin? Pill bottles calling, from the desk over there "Depression", "Congestion", "Handle with Care" "Take with water", "Swallow, but dont drive" "May cause drowsys" "Symptoms are hives" Begging me silently, screaming my name Gulp me down quickly, Medicate the pain Im broken, Im damaged, I can't be fixed My life is a sentence that cannot be nixed I'm doomed to live it, suffer on through Without so much as a promise from you A promise of friendship, at least, would be grand Yet here....alone.

I Stand Accused... by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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I Stand Accused...

My lonely heart travels, through the dark Surroundings are cold, minimal, and stark I fumble around, the best that I can Reaching out blindly, for a non-existant hand. Nobody around to comfort this child Growing so tired, thoughts suddenly wild Frantic and desperate to find ANY door A way to get back, the innocence of yore No longer so pure; mutilated and weak Living in the past, yet its my future I seek Hopeless and helpless to stop all the screams Shattered and broken, ripped at the seams The lonely heart, breaking, hoping to be saved Remorseful of all, of the times misbehaved Guilty as charged, I stand accused I give up, rap

Family Beatings by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Family Beatings

Family Meetings Beatings Faded are my memories, Casual and free. Wistful rememberence, Images of glee. Lovely young innocence, A long gone youth. No harbored resentments, A lie, or a truth? Silly woman, you're lying, It wasn't like that. Hitting and screaming, Your lip always fat. Bruises and Black eyes, Hard punches never missed. Shaking and hiding, Running from fists. Hand guns and hammers, The weapons of choice. Starring down the barrel, Silencing your voice. Crude names, so abusive, Never hearing your name. Justice, Elusive.. Every moment, the same. The morning came early, The whippings began. "Your room isn't c

Child, Girl, Maiden by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Child, Girl, Maiden

She wears a mask of ironclad armor, Concealing all the hurt and pain. Aching inside for a quiet harbor, A silent place to safely lay. She trusts too easy, but not at all, Awaiting words of delicate praise. Building, brick by brick, a WALL, Bitterly creating, and watching it raise. The walls are her enemy, sad but true, Secretly imprisoning her self. Watching, waiting, becoming so blue, Her feelings resigned to a shelf. She addictively builds, brick after brick, Protecting desperately, the girl. Understanding nothing, a horrible trick, The Wall, abducted her world. She sulks inside, removing the mask, Uncovering a beautiful ma

My Dream for Us by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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My Dream for Us

My Dream for Us I sit here each and every day, Never knowing what to say. Words corrupting, my every dream, Sounds expressed, but not what I mean. I can't really speak, so you will hear, None of my feelings, reaching your ear. Never a one, touching your heart, I speak through my rhyme, music, and art. That seems to impact you, more than my word. Reading is hearing, emotions captured. Drawing is seeing, art is my speech. You learn what I mean, my moment to teach. I'm happy to have that, fortunate at least, We have an arena, where our souls are released. Two come together, forming a team, So much for my words, you give me a drea

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I'd Give Up by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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I'd Give Up

Grey and cold Wrinkled and old Those are my thoughts Within Dark and red Decaying and dead Every move that I make is a sin Sarcastic and Fake Worthless and dank He doesn't listen to me when I pray Not worth the effort I must be a pervert Hoping and wishing to fade away Ahh, 's no use, 's all the same my faith, my worth, my shame I'd give up, I give up, I gave up. Copyright © 2004 - Shari Reardon

Forfeit the Game by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Forfeit the Game

Steaming corpses, rotting flesh, Inner demons, still quite fresh. Razor sharp edges, little blue pills, Worthless body, non-existant will. Hoping for silence, living in noise. Liar to the girls, Whore to the boys. Mindset so tired, Lost and forlorn, Regretting myself since the day I was born. Take me, break me, eat me, and swallow. Tiring self pity, loads of denial. Slippy wet teardrops, chew up my face, Gooey blood falling, at a deafening pace. Sharp objects satisfy, all of my pain, Cut myself deeply, yet here I remain. Give me a moment, of contemplative thoughts, Find pain within it, the battle unfought. Forfeit the game, Li

Raspberry Wishes by Sticks-n-Stones, literature

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Raspberry Wishes

Raspberry Wishes My Soul so dark and dim. Gauze covered visions, Seeking out the focus of Your face, in my lonely bed... The voices in my head, Whispering their screams, That I'm better off alone. Nightmares of scissors to Slash....The fabric of reality... I dream of complete vision Focused, Clear, Crisp, Vision... I wish to see your face.. Turn on the light and remove your veil, Reveal your soul to me, Show yourself to my heart. My chocolate fantasies; In a sea of acceptance. My raspberry wishes; In a field of dreams. I am your love; In a lifetime of hate... Shari Beth Reardon Copyright ©2004 Shari Beth Reardon

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: In the screaming silence of my mind....
Favourite genre of music: Sad
Favourite photographer: Miro Ito, Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: Horror & Macabre, Fantasy
Operating System: WinXP
MP3 player of choice: Winamp Pro 5.4
Wallpaper of choice: Anything from Abnormis.com
Favourite cartoon character: Hot Topic's Emily
Personal Quote: Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.

Favourite Visual Artist

Luis Royo, Salvador Dali,

Favourite Movies

Se7eN, 12 Monkeys, The Cell, What Dreams May Come, A Knight's Tale

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Black Eyed Peas, Billie Holiday, Amel Larrieux, Metallica

Favourite Writers

Walt Whitman

Favourite Games

Diablo II - LOD

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

Notepad....

Other Interests

Poetry, Art, Music, Romance

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Sticks-n-Stones

Jan 28, 2005

Over it

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Thank you to the COF team for taking their time to stop by and give words of encouragement and concern. I hope that my last journal didn't give the wrong impression, and I honestly believe that nobody saw the journal entry before the last one spelling out WHY I was feeling the way that I was. I have re-swallowed the pain, the angst, and all of the memories from the past week. Hopefully they will not rear their ugly heads for a long long time. I appreciate your thoughts and prayers and kind words, more than you know. Thank you so much for caring... :hug: ----------------- My art account ~Sintilation (https://www.deviantart.com/sintilation) - :iconcynthetic: My stock account

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Sticks-n-Stones

Jan 25, 2005

Dealing with it.......

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Dealing with it? No, not so well... I have a shitload of pills within my reach at this moment, but I am not a courageous enough person to fucking swallow them. I am weak, worthless, and inadequate. This past week has taken its toll on me, and my mother's assualt this morning has pushed me over the edge. I had to look at a molester in a casket, hear people saying things about him that were a farce, and pity him. AND an abuser and another molester sat there grieving. I had to pretend that it was all ok. I had to put on a mask of acceptance. I am so past being able to deal with it that it isn't fucking funny anymore. I want to go downstairs and

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Sticks-n-Stones

Jan 18, 2005

One molestor down, two to go...

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Mood:  Nauseous Listening to: E. Fitzgerald-They Can't Take That Away from Me... I dunno where to begin.... Last night, less than 12 hours ago, my brother died. He was 40. It was sudden, and unexpected. Althought I am sad to see my mother grieving, and all of the people around me, I am thankful that God took him. I know that may sound harsh, mean, and cold, but you don't know the whole story. Let me explain a little, and hopefully someone will understand. When I was a kid, I was abused pretty horribly. My father and mother both emotionally and physically beat me so many times that I can't count them. If you have ever read any of my poetry

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Viika

Jan 28, 2005

Hi!
I'm your new CoF-moderator

butterflygoddess

Jan 26, 2005

hun, you're daughters may be taken care of but would they want to live without their mother? What if they thought for the rest of their lives that it was their fault? You are loved by many people and no one wants to see you gone....I hope that things look up for you

Sticks-n-Stones

Jan 28, 2005

Thank you for your kind words, and yes things will look up soon I'm sure.

I hope so!!

welcome to DA