Violetta Alexis

Violetta Alexis

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Brick hearts don't tick...

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Portsmouth, VA
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About Me

Maybe I'm a sadist, maybe I'm a masochist. Maybe I'm just a sexually confused pervert that sucks the life out of herself on purpose. I might be a self mutilator and I might be an alcoholic [a real one], but I'm not your friend...And I'm not your enemy. ...And you'll never really know me. No matter how f*****g close you think we are. No matter how many times you've drank with me, spoken to me, FUCKED me...You'll never fathom the emptiness inside of the body I am affected by. You don't REALLY know where I come from, where I've been, the places my mind perishes from and you'll definitely never truly comprehend the meaning of a masochistic heart that lives to kill me. Every beat is a beating, every thought is a nightmare and all of my organs are now rotted from leaving them outside of my body for others. I cry with my heart, speak through my eyes, attempt to love with my soul and I've sold my mind to the Devil. Whatever it is that I'm here for, it has absolutely nothing to do with my own wishes, desires or passion. I am here to make mistakes repeatedly until I turn to ash, so that people like you can learn from them. I am on this Earth to be made an example out of. My eyes are the fountains of pain, my ears are nothing but raw flesh from verbal abuse and the scars on my wrist are nothing but a vicious reminder that no one knows who I am.


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Posted 5 Years Ago


"Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window." ~Jules Renard,

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Posted 9 Years Ago




Your most important job is to be you. Because that’s something nobody else can do.

Through your perspective, life is able to know and experience itself in a unique and valuable way. From your efforts, the world receives goodness that can come from nowhere else.

You owe it to yourself to fulfill your best possibilities. And you owe it to all of life to express the beauty and the abundance in your own unique way.

You’re not here to merely be the same as anyone else, and you won’t really find any satisfaction in doing so. The greatest gift you have to give is in the living of your most deeply held values and desires.

Live each moment with the courage of your uniqueness. Be amazing at being you.

— Ralph Marston

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks for the Shadow Ships review, darlin'. I noted that you show an ironic sense of "cold" too. Actually, the poem takes the hauntedness of cyber-relating and extends it to the hauntedness of ALL relating, the strangeness of human form vis-a-vis Spirit, the evanescence.