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Subject: Starr's stuff


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Holly
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Date Posted: 15:28:39 03/04/01 Sun

A Little Passion & Despair...
Sunday, 09-Jan-00 23:57:42

209.178.188.175 writes:

Hello Holly, and everyone! It's been awhile since I've visited, and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get back! It
looks like I've missed so much! I have been so immersed in my Todd stories and website, that I'm afraid I haven't
written much on the personal end lately. :-( (Bad me...VBG)

Here are two poems that I wrote that convery two very different sides of me. Both were written in the grips of very
strong emotion. I hope you enjoy them.

Happy New Year to All!



Passion...


Sounds

Sigh...

Your eyes transfix me
Rivet
Intoxicate

Moan...

Your touch speeds my pulse
Excites
Tantalizes

Whimper...

Your mouth steals my soul
Enraptures
Enslaves

Wanting, Needing
Fearing, Craving

Not caring if it's right or wrong
Just Being...




Despair...

Wings

Oh, give my heart wings
So it may fly
I find it still breaks
No matter how hard I try

I don't say much
Keeping it all inside
Pushing all the pain
Off to the side

But the corners are filled
There's just no more room
And the dam is going to burst
One day here soon

So, I pray for wings
To fly far away
Where I will be safe
No matter what they say


Copyright 1999 by Dina Vigil, aka Starrstruck

(A humbly sneaking back in..)Starr...*G*

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"Tortured Souls"
Tuesday, 11-Jan-00 16:42:57

209.178.189.65 writes:

This came into my mind at about midnight last night when I was trying to get to sleep. It's just a short little blurb,
which I've never done before, but I thought it was an interesting way to express that feeling of being of the verge of
something other than through poetry.




"Tortured Soul"


The woman stands on the edge of a vast darkness . It beckons her closer and closer until she is teetering on the brink of
oblivion. From the nothingness around her, she hears soft voices drawing her from the edge, calling her away from danger
and despair. Her heart rends; she is torn between the inescapable desire to leap into the chasm below, and the strong pull of
the voices around her. The darkness whispers into her ear, and she peers over into it's core. Precariously balanced now on
the brink of insanity itself, the woman panics and reaches out desperately for help from the voices surrounding her.


"What have I done?" she wonders aloud as she clings desperately to the last vestiages of her soul. The woman laments,
too late, the dangerous game she played with the darkness and pleads silently for a chance to return to the light. "You've
wasted all your second chances." Comes a voice low and deep from the chasm, taunting her with her folly. As she
struggles in vain to regain her footing, she slips over the edge, falling with a silent scream into oblivion.


The voices stilled in reverant mourning for the loss of another tortured soul.

Starr
____________

It's All On You"
written 2/17/00
by Didi Vigil, aka Starrstruck

"Anger, Rage, Pain
Revenge, Payback, Justice

It's all he knows
All he feels
It's what he was taught...
All that's real

A nightmare of life
A tapestry of fear
Hate, Despair, Loathing, Contempt
Held near and dear

He drinks in their poison
And makes it his own
But now they fear to reap
What they've sown

Does it hurt to look at yourself in his eyes?
Not so fun to pick on one your own size...

How hypocritical of you to despise
The monster you bred...

Too late, far too late
You realize
What you've done."


"Apathetic Heart"
by Dina Vigil, aka Starrstruck
written: 2/17/00

"I don't care what you think anymore
Your venom has taken hold of my heart
I bet you'd love to hurt me more
But as things stand, you won't get far

When you cast him aside
You did the same to me
Not that it matters much
In the grand scheme of your muck

What you call 'love' and 'family'
Is a perverted, twisted shadow
Of what those things are in reality

Not that you'd ever know...

So go on about your business
Berate me, belittle me-I don't care
I merely consider the source
And find no substance there."

Starr

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