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TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie

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About TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie

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    Dominated Love Slave
  • Birthday 10/29/1996

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  • Name Neeraja
  • Gender Female
  • Location India

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  1. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    Death Proposal
    I took part in a poetry competition at my college, and this was my topic. I quite like how this turned out, considering how I'm not really good at being given a topic on spot, and writing.

    Cold hands move along my chaste body.
    A kiss of love, a whisper of forever,
    Pierce the still and silent air; the
    Night awakens as I lay my soul bare.

    My darling, you are surely aware of
    My mental bindings and forced, words of prayer.
    How I long to break free and,
    Give in to the demonic urges within me.

    My love, why do you tempt me so,
    With your wandering palms and sinful words?
    My pious nature and the voice of reason,
    Prepare for battle against his sin.

    My demon king, my satanic savior,
    I long for your ring to shine on my finger.
    But, alas, I cannot lose my given path,
    Just to fall into your welcoming arms.

    And I know, that you're on your knees,
    The biggest way you would ever plead.
    To be with you, would mean my demise,
    I cannot bear to be the reason you die.

    My darling, my lover, my demon king, this
    Death proposal shall be the only thing
    I regret denying, in this measly world,
    Overflowing with the living.
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  2. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    Untitled..
    This is kinda how I think it feels when you get your muse back. I don't have a title, sooo help?

    Tendrils of words, once more, flow through my veins.
    In the nick of time, preventing me from going insane.
    The hands of time, has come back to where it's from,
    The beginning and the end, have slowly come undone.

    What once was lost, has suddenly been found,
    The old winter's darkness has left; spring has begun.
    Branches of thought, and rivers of imagination are alive once more,
    The dusty desert of blank pages, fill with blue ink from the morn.

    Should I laugh, should I cry, I do not know,
    A sense of peace and joy, has finally settled my wrought bones.
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  3. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry Languishing   

    Thanks!

    I don't think I'll write one as of now, I really don't know how to make a companion piece to that one. I'll think about it, maybe inspiration will strike
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  4. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    Languishing
    I've had no motivation to write recently, and I feel like my muse is gone. So I wrote about it.

    She's going away, to somebody else.
    She's going away, making me so miserable.

    I want to get, out of here.
    The stifling air, makes my throat constrict.

    I have friends, they're not as they seem.
    I've lost myself, living someone else's dream.

    I stand small, set to face my demons alone.
    Terrified, I don't know where to go.

    My lover, my oasis in this desert,
    Why have you left me so?
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  5. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry No more.   

    Thank you

    That's alright, you can get back anytime, no big deal
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  6. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    No more.
    Inspired by a number of things.

    Splattered make-up, tattered clothes,
    Weary eyes and an angry pose,
    Broken and beaten down, declared wretched,
    A disgrace, a slap in the face, not a part
    Of the fucking master race.

    No more, no more.

    Denied at every single turn,
    Our song is forever left unsung.
    Bullied, teased and mercilessly left to rot,
    Too fat, too ugly, an abomination,
    The so called 'freaks' of your generation.

    NO MORE, NO MORE.

    We gave up all we had, losing what we were,
    Falling over our feet for approval, the forbidden approval.
    Declared an outcast, even as we play your games,
    The 'inferiors' always forced to change, and yet
    Yet we will never be the same.

    NO MORE, NO MORE.

    no more, no more.

    Feel our pain, feel our fear,
    We are the forgotten and the disappeared.
    Strengthened, we shall take our given rights,
    Rid the abuse, we've faced all our lives,
    We shall be alive, and free and forever.


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  7. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    The Dancer
    Inspired by Bharatnatyam dancers, Bharatnatyam is a classical dance form of India. Mridangam is like a tabla, if you don't know what that is, Google is everybody;s friend

    Graceful movements,
    Chiming ornaments,
    Pale, white faces,
    Make up his haven.

    She moves her body in time,
    With the rhythm and rhyme.
    Showcasing a torrid affair of love and prayer,
    Capturing the attention of all present eyes.

    The intertwined sounds of her bangles,
    Her anklets and the beat of the mridangam,
    Is a feast for common eyes,
    Beyond perfect in her devotee's mind.

    Her kohl covered eyes twinkle,
    As she is held by her fairy tale suitor.
    She moves in perfect harmony, with an intangible body,
    His mind repeats the action over time.

    She advances to the climax of her tale,
    Showing different sides to the same pale face.
    Assisted by unseen forces and invisible companions,
    He comes every time just to see her story end.

    The intertwined sounds of her bangles,
    Her anklets and the beat of the mridangam,
    Is a feast for common eyes,
    Beyond perfect in her devotee's mind.

    Her ethereal beauty consumes his very existence,
    She's a dancer, a lithe storyteller.
    But he is just an admirer,
    Too soiled to be near her.


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  8. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry GDC Book Club Is Back in Session—Anyone Who's Interested, Read This   

    I would love to be a part of this! I really like the synopsis of the first two books!
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  9. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    Punarjanma
    I was inspired by a portion in my Sociology lesson (I have my annual exams soon, I really shouldn't be getting inspired like this). Punarjanma or punarjanmam means reincarnation or rebirth in Sanskrit and subsequently in most Indian languages. As always, constructive criticism is most welcome

    Sometimes, I want to scream
    At the world, saying,
    That it's leaving me behind,
    It's forgetting me; I imagine
    An old lady in a white saree,
    Would appear before me.
    An incarnation; an apparition,
    Of the home I call 'earth'.
    I imagine that she would
    Open her all-embracing arms;
    Provide me with security,
    Assuring that I am more
    Than a forgotten memory.

    At the precipice of the moment,
    I'd understand, I'd understand
    My place in this world; I suppose
    I'd be overjoyed,
    With what I find.
    My feelings of insecurity,
    Of anonymity,
    Shall be swept away.
    By a hurricane of knowledge,
    Finally and ultimately,
    Allowing me to see
    The light within.

    And I hope, oh, I hope,
    During that one moment,
    I would get a chance,
    An opportunity,
    To look at the world
    In it's human incarnation,
    And say, a word of prayer.
    Guided by notes of gratitude,
    Uttered along the melody of remorse.
    For all that I have said,
    For all of my misguided thoughts,
    And for getting a chance,
    To begin again.



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  10. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    I Remember
    It's not the greatest thing ever, I still think that it can be better. But I did all I could. Constructive criticism is appreciated!

    I remember us, sitting across each other,
    In the school cafeteria, along with our friends.
    Arguing, about which one of us,
    Knew that one song better.

    I remember us, sticking together,
    While all the other girls made fun of us.
    Of our too large eyes and bizarre behavior ,
    And we held our own against the onslaught.

    4 years later, I sit here, watching a video,
    That reminds me of you and I wonder,
    I wonder where you are and what you're doing.
    I wonder whether you're happy and content,
    I wonder if you still know that one song as well as I do.

    I wonder if you ever grew into those eyes,
    If you grew out of the bizarre behavior that defined you,
    I wonder if we'll ever meet again, and get a chance
    To reminisce about the good ol' days.

    I remember you telling me about your brother,
    And how he was the worst person ever.
    You introduced us with a smile and
    Said that you had earlier lied.

    I remember how you hated our teachers,
    Never missing an opportunity to be a ditcher.
    And yet still getting the highest marks and
    Blowing all our scores out of the ball park.

    4 years later, I sit on my bed, thinking
    About all the things we did together.
    All the days we spent together and I,
    I wonder how your brother is, and
    If you still hate him the way you did.

    I wonder if you hate your teachers still,
    If you ever lost your academic skills.
    I wonder if we'll ever meet again, and get a chance
    To reminisce about the good ol' days.

    I wonder if we'll ever meet again.
    (I hope we do)
    I wonder if we can stay up all night.
    (And reminisce those days)

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  11. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry Poem..   

    I'm afraid short lines don't really work for me, I have too much to say and I try to cut as much as I can but it still becomes too long for a line. There's also the problem of the additional things I want to say not fitting into my idea of the poem. But I will try to work on that! And thank you


    Thank you!
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  12. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a blog entry in Musings Of A Confused Kid   

    Poem..
    Brought into a world of winners and sinners,
    I stand hidden, a woman with colossal thoughts.
    A demure, gregarious paradox of sorts.

    I’m a flatterer, an incompetent ass-kisser,
    A tragic intersect of brilliance and idiocy,
    With a lack of concern and amiability.

    A loser, not a chooser, a selfish down and outer,
    A waste of space, a fool of time, and
    Spellbound by any pretty face that smiles.

    Call me a genius. call me cracked,
    I am nothing but a broken fragment,
    Hoping to find a match.
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  13. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry Growing Pains   

    Oh wow, this is brilliant. I love the last two lines!
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  14. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry Poems   

    That's a really flattering comment! Thank you very much!
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  15. TheJesusOfSuburbiaIsALie added a comment on a blog entry "Cigarettes and Bleach" (lyrics)   

    This is really good!
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