~LordAndret

A white-washed Asian...

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Is this a Just punishment...?
in Horror on 9/5/08

Drunken Madness
in deviantID on 5/27/08

Voice for the voicelessFrom a far you say, "I'm not ready for someone" You want someone there
Your tears are on hold As the phone is near my ears They burn with pity
You call at midnight Crying your story to me Too bad I'm jaded
What he did was wrong You were taken advantage But you forgive him
The wounds are left deep No medic or shrink to repair Yet you tell me this Voice for the voiceless
in Haiku & Eastern on 2/10/08

Towering Flesh I force myself to loathe her..

Haiku 1 We were strangers then You and I make connection We are awkward now

Haiku 2 Those azure eyes kill Every time I look into them It releases death
Haiku 3 I regret that time Because l realize it now I lost myself then
Haiku 4 The drink clouded me I take you home and fall hard It was only me
Haiku 6 I try to get close You shut me down easily But we were just temps
Haiku 7 You come back later To build up my dying hope Towering Flesh
in Haiku & Eastern on 1/24/08

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Forgetting who she was...

Journal Entry: Tue Oct 7, 2008, 8:21 PM

After about 2 years of excommunication I have forgotten who Vary Pen Jackson (aka my birth-mother) sounds and looks like.

In photos with her and I or just of her, there is just a feeling of her being a stranger. I don’t know who the person she has become and all I have is the bitter feelings of what she created for me two years ago. The wish of immediate death has become more of an afterthought but I still truly hope that she will rot in a gutter on the streets of White Center. People always tell me that in time you will forgive her but forgiveness is something I never truly learned. If I were to see her face to face, I probably won’t even recognize her.

It’s a sad state of affairs because I am 95% of the way there...

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