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The Scratching Post Diaries
My Poetry

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I lay against the angels throne
it carved fom smooth alabaster stone
my love for him i would have never known
if i had just never looked to him

Refuge i find in his silken wings
Comfert in his arms
even though i feel his pain
he'd never bring me harm

Why do i feel the need to cry
i know tears will never come
but the locked up tenderness i keep inside
beat my insides like a drum

I want you here, i want you now
why are you so far away
love isnt meant to hurt this bad
atleast thats what the couples say....

Come out of your hiding, roll up your sleaves
Show your bruises, and the scars
Dont be afraid anymore
Dont look down when they call your name, or touch your arm
Walk out of that door
They cant hurt you anymore
Dont be afraid anymore
Scars are memorys of the past
but thats just what they are
Walk in the future, and lay in its warm glow
you have something to make of yourself
dont be afraid
He wont leave you now
all by yourself
He is your safety rope, and he has your hand
You cant feel it now, but he is there
Crying helps to let it out
the beatings, the words, the neglect
Dont be afraid anymore
You are strong now, you can hold your head up
You arent by yourself
Your Angel is there
You'll never be afraid
Not anymore
..Lord dont you leave me, all by myself..
when I lay there bleeding, blood in my hair,....why am i blaming you God? ...because you were the only one there..

Why is it so rainy, beads trickle down my neck
in the darkness of my aperture
i cannot feel my sun
its cold and damp down here
but no one cares to find me
or ask where ive gone to, they dont care at all
spiders crawl around me, they worship me like a shrine
i let them feed off my body, to flourish from my decay
they grow
dont take my sorrow to feed your pity
i can pity myself without your help
you think im not capable

You might be a goth if ...

*You pay 6 bucks for cigarettes that match your outfit
*You like to play dead in public
*You wake up still drunk at 3 in the afternoon with anonymous black lipstick on your face
*The shade of powder you wear is called "Sheet Of Paper"
*The Count was your favorite Sesame Street character as a child
*You wear long, velvet coats in the middle of summer
*You go to Denny's at 5 in the morning and think, "These are my people"
*You think dead flowers are prettier than live ones
*You refer to your age in mortal years
*You buy $15 fishnets and rip them on purpose
*Your combat boots cost more than it takes to feed a third world child for two years
*You've willingly undergone cosmetic dental surgery
*You own 16 or more Cleopatra c.d.'s
*You own even 1 Projekt c.d.
*You can't decide whether Morticia Addams or Lily Munster is prettier, then decide Wednesday blows them both away
*You were disappointed to find out that "American Gothic" is a portrait of two farmers
*You think of the hearse as a "family car"
*You own a glow-in-the-dark rosary that alternates between your neck and the rearview mirror in your car
*You fashion your eyeliner after a culture that's been dead over 2000 years
*You have seen "Nightmare before Christmas" more than seven times
*Your purse is large, square and metal
*You argue on whether Poppy Z. Brite or Anne Rice has the more realistic view on vampires
*You and your friends take lengthy drives to visit non-local graveyards
*You spell Vampire either Vampyre or Vamphyre
*Your boyfriend complains that his ribs just don't stick out the way they used to
*Your girlfriend complains that you look better in her black, velvet skirt than she does
*You refer to others as "The Normals"
*You are happy when no one has ever heard of your favorite band
*Christians accost you with pamphlets on the street frequently
*You accost Christians with pamphlets on the street
*You and your boyfriend fight over who gets to wear the fangs
*This list made you depressed



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