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Random ThoughtsALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-48158303825304356782009-01-19T07:07:00.000-08:002009-01-19T07:11:54.378-08:00WINTER OF MY SOUL<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXSYH-lRFdI/AAAAAAAAABg/dhmmvzfBybI/s1600-h/19971711_5b430b082b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022724892988882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXSYH-lRFdI/AAAAAAAAABg/dhmmvzfBybI/s320/19971711_5b430b082b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><br />It seemed as if warmth and love would never end<br />I was young with you, you were whole with me<br />Together we lived in the consummation of sunshine and joy<br />New found love and endless summer danced an age old rhythm<br />That ended abruptly and brutally like violent death<br />Leaving in its wake the lingering bloodless remains<br />Of crumbled dreams<br />Welcome to the winter of my soul...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Winter of My Soul"</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-4815830382530435678?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-42335177241367396462009-01-16T23:04:00.000-08:002009-01-16T23:47:38.325-08:00ECHOES OF MISERY (A Dark Poem)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXGNBZxUDDI/AAAAAAAAABY/SFS9SK8TZVs/s1600-h/45.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166092374150194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXGNBZxUDDI/AAAAAAAAABY/SFS9SK8TZVs/s400/45.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXGMTNr17mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jfXSTwRBXE8/s1600-h/45.bmp"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXGJyT6DK8I/AAAAAAAAABI/ZiELpu-0loc/s1600-h/45.bmp"></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Echoes...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Echoes...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Echoes...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">In my mind...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Mind...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Mind...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Darkness...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Darkness...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Darkness....</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Deep inside...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Inside...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Inside...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Trapped...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Trapped...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Trapped...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">In this hell...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Hell...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Hell...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">I'm so cold...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Cold...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Cold...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">I can't move...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Move...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Move...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Frozen...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Frozen...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Frozen...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">By the pain...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Pain...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Pain...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">And the fear...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Fear...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Fear...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Who will save me...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Save me...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Save me...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Can you hear me...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Hear me...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Hear me...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Echoes...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Echoes...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Echoes...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">In my mind...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Mind...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Mind...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">So much pain...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Pain...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Pain...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">In my soul...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Soul...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Soul...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Will it always...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Always...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Always...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Be this way...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Way...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Way...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"Echoes Of Misery"</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author</span>.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-4233517724136739646?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-75486009131949550462009-01-16T22:13:00.000-08:002009-01-16T22:17:51.915-08:00THE DOORWAY (A Dark Poem)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXF3oIfBMHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zshIDh_qSRk/s1600-h/2071904531_2165b824a2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292142568493101170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXF3oIfBMHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zshIDh_qSRk/s320/2071904531_2165b824a2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><br />The door is open<br />and inside my nightmare awaits<br />The joke was on me all along<br />For daring to think I can be whole<br />Pain isn't just my companion<br />It's my destiny<br />There's no escaping what was meant to be<br />And still I feel strange comfort<br />In the familiar darkness<br />The dirty view of the world<br />Is exactly as I remember<br />Its as though none of it ever left<br />I take a deep breath as I<br />Step through the doorway<br />I close my eyes<br />And enter the cold cruel embrace<br />Of my old friend... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"The Doorway"</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-7548600913194955046?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-14291731980353466162009-01-16T16:17:00.000-08:002009-01-16T17:14:26.235-08:00FOREVER SLEEP (A Dark Poem)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXEvKxjbwaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ekQnc3jDe38/s1600-h/304240332_a30c65c6e8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292062899284197794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SXEvKxjbwaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ekQnc3jDe38/s320/304240332_a30c65c6e8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There is no satisfaction</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>To be derived when sleep eludes</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And I tire of making the effort to even breathe</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I smile at the sweet thought</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of the forever sleep of death</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Wandering through life trying to hold back </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Bleeding out my soul through a fake smile</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No one can know</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>How the cold blackness advances in me</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I smile at the sweet thought</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of the forever sleep of death</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>One more day to get through</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I struggle to hide the ugly</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I carry around with me</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Madness is a dark ballet </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In the back of my mind</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I smile at the sweet thought </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of the forever sleep of death</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happiness is a high and when I crashed</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It left me broken and twisted<br /></div><br /><div>An emotional cripple</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now I limp through life dragging </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The battered, bloody remains of who I was</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And I smile waiting for the lovely</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Forever sleep of death... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">" Forever Sleep"</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.</span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-1429173198035346616?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-18366606455820346852009-01-12T20:30:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:37:42.159-08:00MINDLESS RAMBLINGS FROM AN OBSESSED WOMAN<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SWwadAGhMPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6CqDdCgjgWA/s1600-h/imageaa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290632747799359730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SWwadAGhMPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6CqDdCgjgWA/s320/imageaa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I OFTEN SIT AND THINK ABOUT US </div><br /><div align="center">AND THIS SICK FASCINATION YOU HOLD FOR ME</div><br /><div align="center">I WANT TO HAVE THE COURAGE </div><br /><div align="center">TO TELL YOU ALL THAT’S INSIDE ME </div><br /><div align="center">BUT IN THE END THE COWARD IN ME </div><br /><div align="center">NEVER LETS ME EXPRESS MYSELF </div><br /><div align="center">I'M GREEDY YOU SEE </div><br /><div align="center">IF I CANT HAVE ALL OF YOU THEN I'LL HAVE SOME OF YOU </div><br /><div align="center">AT THE EXPENSE OF MY SELF RESPECT </div><br /><div align="center">AT THE EXPENSE OF MY HEART </div><br /><div align="center">AND EVEN AT THE EXPENSE OF MY MENTAL STATE </div><br /><div align="center">I'M ADDICTED TO THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL </div><br /><div align="center">AND THOUGH I'VE TRIED SO MANY TIMES </div><br /><div align="center">TO WALK AWAY I NEVER CAN </div><br /><div align="center">EITHER I'M TOO WEAK TO LEAVE </div><br /><div align="center">OR YOU SENSING THAT I'M PULLING AWAY </div><br /><div align="center">DRAW ME BACK INTO THIS SWEET NIGHTMARE</div><br /><div align="center">BECAUSE YOU SHARE MY ADDICTION YOU MAY DENY IT TO YOURSELF</div><br /><div align="center">A PRISONER OF THE PAST </div><br /><div align="center">AND YOUR OWN MIND </div><br /><div align="center">AND YET YOU SHARE MY UNHEALTHY NEED </div><br /><div align="center">YOU KNOW WE'RE STRONGER TOGETHER </div><br /><div align="center">THAN WE EVER WERE APART </div><br /><div align="center">BUT YOU CAN'T OR WONT GIVE YOURSELF TO ME </div><br /><div align="center">IN THAT FINAL ULTIMATE WAY </div><br /><div align="center">YOU'RE MINE ANYWAY HOWEVER </div><br /><div align="center">AS I'VE ALWAYS BEEN YOURS </div><br /><div align="center">AND IF I CAN'T SWEAT OUT THIS SICKNESS </div><br /><div align="center">I'LL NEVER BELONG TO ANYONE ELSE...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">"MINDLESS RAMBLINGS FROM AN OBSESSED WOMAN"<br />© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-1836660645582034685?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-17947687411622242132009-01-11T12:51:00.000-08:002009-01-16T15:55:35.659-08:00MY SUBSTITUTE LOVER (A Poem)<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97674fb418997d9b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97674fb418997d9b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330115388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D342790CB0BD17DA674A0C969D7390285C07BCEBC.63C54F45BFE05F0D8911F2607A5BB5930F9AD2%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97674fb418997d9b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyFQKfuvj7UNh9KuhfY8Wx_4h1mk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97674fb418997d9b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330115388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D342790CB0BD17DA674A0C969D7390285C07BCEBC.63C54F45BFE05F0D8911F2607A5BB5930F9AD2%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97674fb418997d9b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyFQKfuvj7UNh9KuhfY8Wx_4h1mk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>© 2008Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-1794768741162224213?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311724020917697914.post-51577207564385162392009-01-10T14:18:00.000-08:002009-01-10T14:28:51.642-08:00DRIP (An Erotic Poem)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SWkgevDoqGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MMcAKzmvXxg/s1600-h/DRIP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289794949723236450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fOqZUzVSK0M/SWkgevDoqGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MMcAKzmvXxg/s320/DRIP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I look up at you and smile<br />my body exposed and waiting<br />im quivering with anticipation<br />you smile back at me<br />and i finally see what you're holding<br />it's clear as glass and it catches the light<br />turning it to liquid fire as it begin to melt<br />dripping between your fingers<br />a fire that reflects the one<br />which you've stoked in me<br />you let the ice drip on my skin<br />creating tingles so delicious<br />preparing me for the shock of cold<br />and yet you're teasing me too<br />because i can see the ice cube<br />but it hasnt touched me yet<br />drip, drip, drip </div><br /><div>on my lips<br />drip, drip, drip </div><br /><div>on my breasts<br />drip, drip, drip </div><br /><div>on my stomach<br />and i drip, drip, drip </div><br /><div>right along with it<br />i gasp as you suddenly place it on me<br />opening myself to the sensation<br />the cool burn of the path your tracing on my body<br />a path you chase with your tongue<br />you put the ice thats no longer a cube<br />in your mouth as you part my thighs and<br />cold, dripping wetness finally meets hot, sticky moistness<br />i cry out like an animal at the mercy of some predator<br />as ecstatic madness overtakes me<br />while you use your mouth to rub the ice<br />into my pleasure center...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Drip"<br />© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© 2009Anacaona Suriel. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2311724020917697914-5157720756438516239?l=alphakittyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ALPHAKITTYXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00356012150795015268noreply@blogger.com0