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~Patrakali

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About Me Member Wannabe Novelist PatrakaliFemale/United States Recent Activity
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Write Trash

Write Trash

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I can't write those words
To tell you how I知 tired
My skin's a scarred leaf,
And the lead won't lend itself to me.

You pass by well-thumbed tomes,
Breezing by for one of those
Cheap
  Publisher's
Monstrosities.
And so you'lll never know
The joy of quality, of stories
Woven with crystal tears,
And with unnerving laughs.

Look past the exotic covers;
See the lie of prima donna plots.
And as you dog-ear my darkest chapter,
Note the joy of my illuminations.
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Write Trash January 31 1 comment 1 favourite

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Karimpanathara As a young child, I was always afraid of something: the neighbor's humongous dog; the comb of bees hanging just above my window; sometimes just the feeling that I am inadequate; I could never really relax, as I was always afraid something terrible was about to happen. As I grew, I found safety zones, places where I knew I couldn't be harmed, places where I could shut my Pandora's Box, and just breathe. Some places have a magic of their own, they cease to be brick and wood and become a safe haven. The magic of Karimpanathara, my uncle's house in India, is precisely this; when I'm there, engulfed in the heart of South India, I can live without Karimpanathara by ~Patrakali
Magdalena Who did you expect from me?
This Magdalena's got too much to confess;
Bathed in guilt and sweat,
She's torn by every smile.

This song plays in her head,
And she can't dance in time.
And so the taunting voices chime
In perfect rhythm every night.

   There's nowhere else to go
   And the trees have lost their shadows.
   I can't feel my hands now,
   As they tear up earth around me.

Use me, break me, show me,
And when it's over, leave me.
I'm ever lacking in your values.
Try as I might to mold,
You'd never let me be the perfect child.Magdalena by ~Patrakali
Tired of Sundays Empty. Great.・Kareena stared at the bottom of her pink cosmopolitan. "So ya think if I stare at this long enough, it'lll tell me why he didn't show up?・Like a magic eight ball; except it's accompanied by a major hangover, not those cool glowy messages!・
"Karee, shut up and let me take you home. You're drunk off your ass, and he's not coming, so we might as well just call it a night・It was exhausting, seeing his best friend hurt herself this way. She seemed to attract all the jerks within a fifty-mile radius of Houston. And each guy was more narcissistic and brutish than the last. There had to be some underlying reason for that; though sTired of Sundays by ~Patrakali
Write Trash I can't write those words
To tell you how I'm tired
My skin's a scarred leaf,
And the lead won't lend itself to me.

You pass by well-thumbed tomes,
Breezing by for one of those
Cheap
  Publisher's
 Monstrosities.
And so you'lll never know
The joy of quality, of stories
Woven with crystal tears,
And with unnerving laughs.

Look past the exotic covers;
See the lie of prima donna plots.
And as you dog-ear my darkest chapter,
Note the joy of my illuminations.Write Trash by ~Patrakali
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  • Current Residence: House. Home. Place I can call my own. Any of these interest you?
  • Interests: Being myself; whatever that is at the moment.
  • Favourite movie: Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.
  • Favourite band or musician: Depends on what kind of day it is.
  • Favourite genre of music: Once again, depends. Pretty much anything but honky-tonk.
  • Favourite artist: Amy Brown
  • Favourite poet or writer: Joseph Heller
  • Favourite photographer: Ansel
  • Favourite style of art: Um, I favor surrealism, thank you.
  • MP3 player of choice: Whatever my dad brings home.
  • Shell of choice: SEA!
  • Wallpaper of choice: :) The Boondock Saints.
  • Skin of choice: caramel colored, thanks for asking!
  • Favourite game: Frogger. Old School.
  • Favourite gaming platform: PS2?
  • Favourite cartoon character: Probably the Animaniacs.
  • Personal Quote: "But it's an intelligent laugh, and that's why they don't smile."
  • Tools of the Trade: A keyboard, coffee, and a whole lot of bitterness.

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:icontheoceanschild:
~TheOceansChild Mar 2, 2004
Hi there! I cruised your vast library! hehe. Newho, what I did see, however, I adored! You speak from your heart and I admire that.

~Laurie

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sins do not corrupt the innocent....only hatred has within it the power for such evil
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~Patrakali Jan 31, 2004
Devious thoughts, eh? Well, not to, you know, corrupt American society and the high moral standards it holds by gossiping, but I heard that Little Miss Muffin did a lot more than SIT with her tuffin.
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