tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58303825185817244532024-03-05T10:30:12.565-08:00The1989DementiaLet me enter your mind and lay my eggs... Keep reading and never be the same again.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-31712412702183479522011-11-29T10:48:00.000-08:002011-11-29T14:52:20.793-08:00Hand to PhoneHAND TO PHONE. SHE SITS CLOSE BY.<br />TAKING IT ALL IN, WHAT SHE HERSELF HAS CREATED.<br />A LIFE LIVED NO LONGER FOR HER BUT FOR THE LIFE SHE WAS TOLD TO WANT...<br />SHE CANT BELIEVE ITS GONE ON LIKE THIS..."SO LONG..." SHE THINKS.<br />HER HEART ACHES...ACHES FOR THE <span style="font-weight:bold;">TIME</span> THAT TIME SHE CANT GET BACK.<br />SHE'S LOST HERSELF.<br />SHE GETS UP...THROWS THE PHONE ON THE PAVEMENT AND STEPS ON IT.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">ALL IN ONE QUICK MOVEMENT</span><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br />THEN SCREAMS, THE LOUDEST SCREAM HER LUNGS, VOCAL CHORDS, AND MIND CAN HANDLE PRODUCING.<br />HER FACE TURNS RED... BRIGHTER THAN SHE THOUGHT HUMANELY POSSIBLE.<br />SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND, ON HER KNEES SHE SITS HOPELESSLY FINISHED, FINISHED CARING OUT HER...HER<br />200 DOLLAR JEANS, OR SHATTERED SMART PHONE. <br />...GLASS DIGGINGG INTO HER KNEECAPS SHE STANDS... TAKES OFF COAT. RUN. JUST RUN. DONT THINK. GO. GIVE YOURSELF FREEDOM.<br />MOVE!!!!! <br />...DROPPING WHATS LEFT OF HER MIND IN FRONT OF HER SHE STOMPS FORWARD. LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT...RIGHT...LEFT, RIGHT.<br />SHES CRYING, CRYING HISTERICALLY. SHE DOESNT LOVE. SHES NEVER LOVED. WHY.<br />WHO TOLD HER HOW? WHY CANT SHE FEEL?<br />WHY CANT SHE DISCOVER. EXTENSIONS. COMPLETE. SHES ALONE.<br />SHE IS WRONG. FOREVER. REMAINS A WOMAN WHO WAS NEVER TOLD RIGHT.<br />HELP ME... SHE THINKS. <br />PICKS UP THE ROCK AT HER FEET AND CARRIES IT HOME WITH HER.<br />THIS IS MINE...ITS REAL.<br />ITS HEAVY.<br />-JUSTINE MARIEJustine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-41452917957480739452011-05-11T16:12:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:29:14.164-07:00FEAR...Fear limits the human mind... STUNS it. Sometimes fears pass, you move forward. sometimes they BECOME YOU.<br />Fears make the warm heart go cold...and the soul shudder and flee. Trying to overcome fears can be as simple as facing them...but on occasion fears can consume you...Make you PERMANENTLY scarred. Without fear, there would be no learning, no sense of self accomplishment. No defining moment that gives you what it was you fought SO HARD to achieve. Fear made MY MANIPULATIVE head worse...made me do the hurtful things I did to others to block me from facing those fears.<br /><br />-Justine Mariiie<br />May 09Th., 2011<br />...................<br /><br />*Opening to my latest writing works....the rest is too private to show, and something that will have to wait to be shown*Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-37556182752513883272011-03-17T13:47:00.000-07:002011-03-17T14:03:04.508-07:00SHORT: CAN'T ESCAPE (SERIES: HER OWN PERSONAL HELL)Tanya's trapped...Drowning.<br />Spending every waking moment aching...for what?<br />She already HAS it. Has just what she wants, and needs. <br />EVERYTHING that life promises. <br />She even stares into the eyes of it...what could POSSIBLY be hurting her.<br />Why <span style="font-style:italic;">WHY</span> <span style="font-weight:bold;">WHY</span> does each little "Hiccup" hurt so FUCKING bad. She cries.. the tears WONT STOP! There is no direction she can go. No way to escape it.<br />"OUCH!!!!!!" she screams.. just STOP, please just STOP. There's nothing now.<br />It's all gone. A strange place surrounds her.<br /><br />Looks Left. Looks Right.<br />Nope.. Where AM I?! Tanya thinks. <br />She pounds on the walls, and kicks at the locked doors...<br />no exit, no opening, no path.<br />She needs to ditch the ACHE that her heart is facing.<br />It burns to think.<br /><br />Tanya is stuck in her own personal HELL.<br /><br />There's no way out.. forever she will be in.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-8508953975006854702011-03-15T13:08:00.000-07:002011-03-15T13:11:45.564-07:00POEM: ReceiveCOLLECTED <span style="font-weight:bold;">NOTHINGS</span>...<br />THINGS THAT MEAN <span style="font-weight:bold;">NOTHING</span>...<br />ARE <span style="font-weight:bold;">NOTHING.</span>..<br /><br />TO GIVE IS TO LET GO.<br />LET GO OF HUMAN SELFISHNESS.<br />TO GET AWAY FROM OUR INSTINCTS.<br />REGAIN A FEELING OF <span style="font-weight:bold;">DIFFERENCE</span>.<br />TO BREAK THAT CURVE<br /><br />GET, RECEIVE, WANT, TAKE...<br />NEGATIVE PATHWAYS, <br />THAT ARE OFTEN TRAVELED BY ALL...<br />SELFISHNESS...SELF-CENTERED CREATURE...<br />THATS ALL YOU ARE.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"FOREVER YOURS" </span><br /><br /><br /><br />(this is a poem about myself, and my journey into selfishness...Its all me, all my faults... all my horribleness. forgive me world, for i take take take...and im sorry, but i dont want to give.)Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-32088384031579382152011-02-22T01:31:00.000-08:002011-03-17T13:52:02.880-07:00SHORT: ALONE (SERIES: HER OWN PERSONAL HELL)IMAN SITS NEXT TO THE EMPTY SHELL OF A MAN SHE ONCE CALLED HER LOVE. <br />HAVE YOU EVER SAT NEXT TO SOMEONE WHO ONCE COMPLETED YOU...AND NOW MAKES YOU FEEL MORE ALONE THAN YOU EVER HAVE BEFORE.THIS IS WHERE IMAN IS. SHE CAN'T TALK TO HIM...DOESN'T LOVE HIM, CAN'T STAND HIM... AND SHE HATES HERSELF MORE FOR ALL THOSE FACTS. INSTEAD OF TELLING HIM ANYTHING SHE KEEPS IT HIDDEN...CRIES HERSELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT, AND BLANKLY TELLS HIM SHE LOVES HIM.<br /><br />IMAN IS STUCK IN HER OWN PERSONAL HELL.<br /><br />COWARDLY AND QUIETLY SHE LIVES HER LIFE, NOT KNOWING AN OUTLET. HE USED TO BE HER OUTLET...NOW HE'S HER REGRET...THE ONLY THING SHE REGRETS. IMAN GOES INTO HER KITCHEN...GRABS THE GIN, ICE, CUP, AND A KNIFE. <br />SHE POURS A DRINK AND WALKS TO THE LIVING ROOM. "YOU'RE GOIG TO NEED THIS..." SHE HANDS HIM THE DRINK. HE LOOKS UP AT HER WITH HIS BIG, BLUE CARING EYES... <br />SHE HOLDS THE KNIFE TO HER OWN THROAT AND SWIPES...A CLEAN SLIT ALL THE WAY ACROSS. HE SCREAMS AS SHE FALLS TO THE FLOOR...HER BLOOD POOLING AT HIS FEET. HE WIMPERS OUT HER NAME.<br />A COWARD...SHE DIES.<br /><br />-JI3Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-42083792364624666442011-02-07T15:39:00.000-08:002011-02-07T15:39:12.255-08:00Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g45PgMJMqLY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />STRANGER.<br />PAGES.<br />FLAME.<br />MAKE IT UP.<br />SCARED.<br />AFRAID TO SEE.<br />RADIATE.<br />SMILING FOR ME.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-8202788240495996692011-02-03T15:54:00.000-08:002011-02-03T16:02:38.390-08:00Apocalypse Mind.AS THE DARKNESS COMES AND GREY TAKES HER.<br />SHE SITS QUIETLY OBSERVING THE WORLD MELT...<br />IT MELTS SO SLOWLY, ALL THE COLORS BLEEDING TOGETHER...<br />SHE CRIES SOFTLY AS THE PAIN STARTS.<br />THE SLOW BURNING PAIN, THAT LASTS EVEN <span style="font-weight:bold;">AFTER</span> DEATH.<br />HER INSIDES SCREAM, AS HER BLANK STARE LAY...<br />FIXATED ON THE WORLD OUTSIDE OF HER BEDROOM WINDOW.<br />THE COLORS ARE MELTED NOW, INTO A POOL OF BLACKNESS ON THE GROUND.<br />AS EVERYTHING STAYS STATIONARY, WITH A LIFELESS GREY HUE.<br />SHES TAKEN OVER...HER BODY CANNOT MOVE. ITS GONE.<br />THIS IS THE END. SHE FEELS NO MORE... SEES NO MORE.<br />HER BODY FADES AND HER MIND DIES AWAY.<br />NO THOUGHTS ARE LEFT TO PULL AT...NO LOVE FELT.<br /><br />GREY. GREY. GREY... COLOR NO MORE.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-4156338656842591212011-01-28T11:45:00.001-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.954-08:00SECRETS UNFOLDThe bleeding of my heart.<br />The pain held close inside.<br />My worry seems to uproot.<br />It tells me secrets I can't bare to keep, stories I want to share.<br /><br />I share.<br />I share. <br />I share. <br /><br />I'm still alone, my bleeding heart still tells me things, sad sad things... Too sad to share, but I try. Again, again, again.<br /><br />Alone I sit. In my room with all of my secrets unfolded... The laughing crowd around me... <br />My head held low and legs dangling off the bed.<br /><br />You sit at my feet, your warm hand tucked. Tucked neatly underneath your head. Which lay firmly on my lap. Your face soaked with tears, mine to match. Where did you come from? I don't know.<br /><br />You look up to me and ask... "can I tell you a secret...?" <br /><br />I listen as your secrets unfold... Unfold all over my room, mixing with mine. We share it all. Tears. Laughter. Anger. We become one.... A finished puzzle. <br /><br />We laugh at the laughing crowd. Our secrets folded neatly in a corner for only us to see. <br /><br />Ours. Ours. Ours.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-36315008206985364452011-01-03T08:27:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.961-08:00Chapter 5.... Tooth extractionShe's browsing the net. Looking up videos on her next step. <br />How-to, self help almost.<br /><br />It's time.<br /><br />She goes to her bedroom... Grabs the novacane syringes... <br />And proceeds to the bathroom.<br /><br />She walks over to him. Smiles. Covers his eyes. She sticks two small plastic plates on either<br />Side of his mouth to prevent him biting down. <br />Then she grabs her first syringe and JABS it between the gum and tooth. he lets out a startled scream. then...she takes a second and numbs the area inches away from the first...to ensure the extraction is quick and painless. mostly...<br /><br />Pliers.<br />Gauze.<br />Sorrow.<br />Regret.<br />Worry.<br />Begin.<br /><br />she takes a breath and grabs his bottom jaw... pliers to number 6 canine. She pulls, as hard as possible for a hundred and fifteen pound woman.<br /><br />The tooth comes out easy. Not a single slip of the wrist. She moves left a tooth...looks at her book and sees that its the #5 Premolar.<br /><br />"okay lover...its going to start getting a little crazy...AND fast. Im going to start moving towards the back... you're going to feel a LITTLE more pressure with each tooth okay? Great!"<br /><br />#4 Premolar<br />#3 Molar<br />#2 Molar<br /><br />Now number one molar showed to be a little more tricky for Rosemary.<br />Taking a small hammer and ice pick.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CRACK!!!<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />She pulls out ONE piece, and then the other...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Side one of two complete.... She thinks to herself.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />................................Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-83396639329998364132010-12-30T10:42:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.967-08:00Story update chapter 5"i still love you" <br />she hears him mutter under his breath...<br /><br />When did this get so hard...when did he change......when did she?<br />she oh so desperately love him.<br />where is it all now? <br />her brain is filled with so much clutter. grey matter.<br /><br />Rosemary's confused.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-75121133648815118972010-12-29T22:56:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.968-08:00ConcentrationSHE SITS. BLADE IN HAND.<br />STOLEN FROM THE GROCERY STORE. <br />SLICK. CLEAN. UNUSED BLADE.<br />BEAUTIFUL. TASK AT HAND.<br />SHE PULLS BACK THE SLEEVES.<br />TURNS ON THE WATER. WARM.<br /><br />THE LOUD DROPS OF WATER. SO MENACING.<br />DO IT SHE THINKS.... TOO MUCH NOISE<br />NOTHINGS EASY, OR QUIET SHE THINKS.<br />NOT EVEN THE FOCET CAN BE SILENT.<br />SHE WANTS THE NOISE TO STOP.<br />END IT ALL.<br /><br />SHHH... SHHH... SHHH...<br />THE BLADE HELD CLOSE TO SKIN.<br />SHE PUSHES DOWN. THE BLADE.<br />POP IT GOES UNDER THE SKIN.<br />RED. RED. RED. THE CUT, SO SIMPLE.<br />SO QUIET... SHE THINKS.<br /><br />FINALLY SOMETHING QUIET. QUICK.<br />EASY. SIMPLE. SHE CAN BREATH.<br />ALIVE. SHE CRIES OUT LOUD.<br />NOT SAD. NOT HAPPY. ALIVE.<br />THATS ALL SHE WANTED... THAT'S ALL.<br />SUBMERGED GOES THE DELICATE WRISTS.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-79675539535055199862010-12-27T01:47:00.000-08:002011-03-24T19:15:06.293-07:00Chapter Four. (take me insane)Blindfold off... She undressed him. Sits him on the seat and turns on the shower. It's warm on his naked flesh.<br /><br />She turns his head to face the sink...next to of which she begins undressing... Her skin so soft... Complexion so pale and delicate. She smiles at him and walks towards the shower... Steps inside and begins to touch him.<br /><br />Arousal.she sits on his lap, and kisses his lips. He can't help but stare at her beautiful breasts and sholders. He wants her. His dick can't hide what his mind tries to desperately tuck away...<br /><br />She faces him still, as her hips start moving faster... Grabbing his neck. She chokes him. HARD. Then as she starts to come, she let's out a long hard moan...she kisses him. Her whole body convulsing and shivering, wetness all over his still hard cock. She's finished. She stands up and begins soaping off, teasing him with every delicate soft movement... She rinses. Leaving him there wet, hard, and ashamed.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-5365053402898054942010-12-26T12:43:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.975-08:00our forrestOur forest so cold,<br />our lives so in tune...<br /><br />the sounds of the branches. snap. click. rustle.<br />the dark beautiful leaves drape down the vines. intertwined. intertwined.<br />im suffocating now, and so are you.<br />drowning in the earth, the smell of the wet ground all around us...<br />i <span style="font-weight:bold;">want</span> to suffocate, gone. gone.<br />underneath our tree. together. dead, but more alive than ever.<br /><br />Thank you forrest. Thank you.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-30346723637127211412010-12-21T11:25:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.977-08:00TOGETHER.WITH EACH SLOW STEADY CLICK OF THE PENDULUM,<br />WE VENTURE FURTHER TOGETHER, INTO OUR OWN LITTLE WORLD.<br />TIME WE SAY, IS NOT ENDLESS.<br /><br />BUT FOR YOU I FEEL IT COULD BE...<br /><br />THERE IS NO NOW, THEN, TODAY, OR TOMORROW.<br />ONLY AN ENDLESS VORTEX OF EMOTIONS AND THOUGHTS...<br /><br />CONNECTING PIECE BY PIECE...<br />EACH ONE FITTING EFFORTLESSLY WITH THE NEXT.<br /><br />COME TO ME, BE WITH ME.<br />RUN TOGETHER. OUR FORREST.<br />FOR <span style="font-weight:bold;">TIME</span> IS FOR THEM...AND <span style="font-weight:bold;">THIS<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> IS FOR US.<br />HERE'S OUR TIME SWITCH.<br /><br /><br /><3<br /><br />-JUSTINE MARIEJustine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-34507217385541926482010-12-18T13:04:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.981-08:00Chapter four....*recap* (Rosemary just got home, and knocks out her husband)<br /><br />-----------------------------------<br /><br />ROSEMARY PICKS UP HIS RIGHT HAND,<br />AND KISSES HIS BULKY FINGERS...<br />SHE PICKS UP THE SYRINGE AND THEN INJECTS HIM WITH A POWERFUL <br />SLEEPING CONCOCTION SHE MADE HERSELF, TO MAKE SURE HE WAS OUT FOR THIS.<br /><br />ONE BY ONE SHE BEGINS PULLING OFF THE NAILS OF HER HEAVILY SLEEPING HUSBAND...<br />FIRST THE INDEX, THEN THE MIDDLE..SHE LISTENS TO THE POP AND CRACK OF THE SKIN AS <br />IT SEPARATES CUTICLE, SKIN AND THE FIBERS OF THE NAIL. THE BLOOD BEGINS TO SEEP OUT OF THE NEWLY BARE FINGERTIPS AS HIS BODY TRIES TO COMPUTE WHAT HAS JUST HAPPENED. <br />THEN THE RING FINGER. PINKY. THE THUMB.<br /><br />SHE WRAPS THE BLOODY HAND IN A BROWN TOWEL AND THEN RAISES IT TO THE SINK. SHE <br />THEN TIES THE TOWEL TO HIS HAND AND OPENS UP THE BOTTLE OF RUBBING ALCOHOL. SHE <br />POORS IT OVER THE ENTIRE TOWEL, COMPLETELY DRENCHING IT, SETS HIS RIGHT HAND BACK ON HIS LIFELESS LIMP LAP, AND SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HER.<br /><br /><br />----------------Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-5715711160269905562010-12-16T20:14:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.985-08:00REPETITION.SLIP INTO A SILENT SLEEP...<br />ENTER A QUIET UNIVERSE ALONE...<br />WHERE YOU DREAM OF REGRETS REVOKED...<br />LOVERS REUNITED...<br />PAIN REVERSED...<br />FAMILY COMING TOGETHER...<br /><br />TOSSING AND TURNING,<br />SCREAMING OUT LOUD.<br />WAKING UP IN A COLD SWEAT.<br />NO MORE. NO MORE. NO MORE NIGHTMARES...<br /><br />AS YOU STARE INTO THE EYES OF YOUR NURSE...<br />IF YOU CAN ONLY UNDO THE STRAPS,<br />PULL THE ARMS BACK AROUND,<br />OPEN THE COLD METAL DOOR,<br />AND LEAVE WITHOUT THE INEVITABLE.........<br /><br />A PAINFUL PRICK OF THE NEEDLE,<br />THE MUFFLED VOICES ABOVE YOU AS YOU FALL TO THE GROUND.<br />WAKE UP AGAIN IN YOUR BED,<br />PADDED AROUND ALL FOUR CORNERS...<br />YOU SIT. THROW UP.<br /><br />TIME FOR YOUR MEDS...Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-37955403162672848942010-12-16T12:19:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.987-08:00I wish...I have SO much I want to write down today and record...SOOOOO many ideas I need to put to better use.<br />Damn work today... so many words flowing through my head, and down to my fingertips...my hands are uneasy wanting to move as fast as they can...<br />ugh.<br /><br /><br />work.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />---------------<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ill get some done tonight.<br /><br /><br />For now its back to work...<br /><br /><br />What can you do when shes dressed in black?<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhsAAbn6D5o?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhsAAbn6D5o?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-52887116359048491042010-12-15T16:53:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.989-08:00NO MORE SANEWITH HIS MIND FULL OF SO MUCH HATE,<br />HE GRABS THE SHARPEST KNIFE FROM THE KITCHEN DRAWER,<br />WALKING TO THE ROOM. SHE REMAINED.<br />CRAZY PASSION. A LOVE NO MORE.<br /><br />HE STABS HER. STABS HER...SO COLD.<br />SHE CANT FIGHT BACK NOW. SO NUMB.<br />SHES WISHING TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY.<br /><br />HE HATES WHAT HAS BEEN DONE.<br />THAT HE MUST CALL THE SHOTS.<br />HER COLD LIFELESS BODY. NAKED ON THE FLOOR.<br />HER HALF-HEARTED LOVER, TREMBLING LIKE A BABY.<br /><br />HE WALKS TO THE SHAKING CONCUBINE.<br />THE MAN BEGS 'PLEASE?!'<br />UP GOES HIS KNIFE. SINKING IS THE BLADE.<br />NO MORE PAIN. NO MORE SANE.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-32052761314422474792010-12-13T18:58:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.994-08:00Huh....MAGICAL.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><3Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-69558662264055002132010-12-13T16:58:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.996-08:00Painful Realizations...<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">OLD POEM</span></span><br />-------------------<br /><br /><br />SHE SITS WITH NO THOUGHTS, <br />SHE DROWNS IN THE FEELINGS,<br />SHE SLIPS INTO ANOTHER WORLD...<br />NO TURNING BACK NOW.<br /><br />IT STARTS OUT SLOW, SWEET AND TRUE...<br />THEN QUICKLY ESCALATES INTO SOMETHING NEW...<br />SHE CANT SAY NO, SHE CANT TELL WHY.<br />HER THOUGHTS COME BACK TO HER.<br />SHE PANICS...NOW WHAT?<br /><br />ITS TOO LATE NOW, THE DAMAGE IS DONE.<br />AS SHE LAYS THERE SHE CRIES...<br />WHAT FEELS OH SO GOOD, IS HER DEMISE.<br />ANOTHER VICTIM IS MADE, SHE THINKS...<br />THE LIES SHE KEEPS INSIDE.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-91456701423777483182010-12-11T19:03:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:20.998-08:00Time is Key...I'm nervous to begin this upcoming project...<br />Its a toughy because this project isn't about the art of it...<br />its about the time and effort put into it. <br />Time isn't endless for me right now, but I want to make sure i put as much time as i can into it...It has to be done right.<br /><br />Im so detail oriented so itll be a challenge for me with something like this.<br /><br /><3Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-64142542739324133512010-12-11T09:17:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:21.000-08:00FLESH...SHE CHEWS AT HIS DECAYING BODY,<br />PICKING AT ALL THE MAGGOTS,<br />SUCKING AT THE ROTTED MEAT...<br /><br />SHE CRIES NO MORE, SUFFERS NO MORE, BUT IS PAINED AT THE SIGHT...<br /><br />THE BONES CRACK AND CRUMBLE IN HER FAST MOVING HANDS,<br />THE MARROW BEGINS TO MUSH...<br />THE STENCH OF HIS SKIN, IS ALMOST TOO MUCH.<br /><br />BUT STILL SHE EATS, CONSUMING AS MUCH AS SHE CAN.<br />LOOKING AT HER LOVE, SHE LOOKS TO HIS EMPTY FACE...<br />COLD BLOOD AND NOTHINGNESS IS ALL THATS LEFT...<br /><br />THEN SHE STOPS....FADES.<br />COMPLETELY TRANSFORMED.<br />ONLY HER SCREAMING SUBCONCIOUS IS LEFT,<br />TO BEG HER SHELL OF A BODY TO STOP.<br /><br />IT WONT, THE ZOMBIE NEEDS FLESH.<br />SHES STUCK INSIDE. TOMB. <br />FOREVER TO WATCH THE HORROR SHOW <br />THROUGH HER OWN EMPTY EYES...Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-5084390830661877242010-12-11T09:12:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:21.009-08:00Memory comes, what memory is sold....<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBAzlNJonO8?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBAzlNJonO8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br />This song since the first time I've heard it, has become a piece of me....<br /><br /><br /><br />But all of their songs touch me:<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN3oOo7bpks?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN3oOo7bpks?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_Gb22GQ7Kc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_Gb22GQ7Kc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />The videos are amazing too....Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-61062347544557510472010-12-10T19:59:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:21.012-08:00Inspiration.I'm inspired, inspired like I've never been before.<br /><br />The darkness is surrounding me, and Im loving it... <br />Im embrassing this new feeling.<br />New experience.<br /><br />Totally sucking every creative morsel of juice out of it.<br /><br />My creativity is bountiful, and I'm ready to share it with those that will appreciate it.Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830382518581724453.post-55910346650845646832010-12-10T19:54:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:56:21.015-08:00I dont want to crawl no more....<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciLjqjlPfu4?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciLjqjlPfu4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Justine Mariiiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692303380499671029noreply@blogger.com0