[MY CAMP ADDRESS. WRITE TO ME. NOW.] And, a poem. Read it.

Yes, hope that got your attention.
As I said a month ago, I'm being forced to go about to camp on tuesday, for three and a half weeks.

BUT ALAS! YOU CAN WRITE TO ME. YES, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

This is the address. YES, SAVE IT, YES, YOU WILL. (FOR MORE INFORMATION, PM ME)

Eliana Frim
Camp Yavneh, P.O Box 200
W. Nottingham, NH, 03291

I will be gone June 27th-July 23rd. Also, if you want me to send you stuff first, then PM me your address, like today. (You can't send packages 'cause they're stupid). I hope you all write to me, I love you all XD

Anyhow, I wrote this like, last night at 12...I was crying about camp, so...Yeah. Enjoy!

(Yeah this poem is also dedicated to Mike since we're both delusional about us not talking to each other for over a month...XD)

When The Photo Albums and Memories Just Don’t Sustain Us

Daggers and malfunctioning blades
pressed directly between her eyes,
leaking out the diminishing colors of her self destructing irises;
It was the best she could do for herself,
for what mercy does time impress anymore?
Everyone walks the same damned path,
on the same autumn day,
the conclusion to the climatical symphony
of a lustful colored tragedy;
No use to reach out,
to find the physicality in anything in the least,
the result will be the boldest form of failure,
where the softest type of bandage won’t alleviate the calamity;
though the isolation doesn’t set in with the mist,
though it’s unapparent to those who seek it out,
this plexiglas of our apathy separates us all;

Where we’re locked forevermore
in a robots metallic heart;
Where the magnets and screws are designed
to fall apart, to murder;
To tear our dying humanity into
shards of broken love and romance,
whisked away our devotion, trust,
our faith in all we knew and perceived as comfort,
gone;
Vanishing oh so gallantly below the surface of demise,
to explode,
to implode just as our bittersweet hearts stop pulsing,
that’s the true apocalypse,
when all is lost and cannot be found;
When embraces of elation were
abandoned and could not be recovered.

For that’s when those wintry hallucinations haunt her most;
When the oh so familiar icicles of delusion impaled her lavishly,
cascading down her intoxicated cheeks,
adorned her with the burden of her thickest shroud of solitude,
when the wolves cry out their terror in unison, as one…
Who would be there in those numerous moments of fright?
To welcome her with open arms, into the security of another?
But only the echoes, the torture of grimacing punishment,
the lifetime of hell where dismay always preceded luck,
where the darkness was ash and turned to our dust,
that is what she always breathed.
Sufferings of another,
heart wrenching conclusions rip them to shreds,
and though the tears had never came to being,
the emotions were always there, and emotions never die.
The connections bound underneath her reality,
fragile roses of black and crimson consistency,
where rain falls in sunlight and eradicates negativity…

But the sun does not shine here, at least not for now;
all that remains is a disguise, coveted, eroded,
our figments of brainwashed sanity,
the morals and dead lessons that speak of letting go,
releasing hold of a realm we grew so close with,
compressing our sadness of the world we were leaving,
forgetting all we’ve loved and held so dearly.

Yes, the times don’t give off signs of mercy anymore,
every man is to himself,
to go about the world without figments of hope…

Then again, the times never gave off mercy…or did they?

The poem is.... great, as all of your poems are.

I'll try to write you,
I'm not sure if I can get my lazy self to do anything.

Ha. XD I hope it isn't hard for the UK people, seeing I'm in America...thanks so much dear!

Tragically beautiful, honey.

I love:
Everyone walks the same damned path,
on the same autumn day,
the conclusion to the climatical symphony
of a lustful colored tragedy;

<3 Thanks, I thought that was the best part of the whole thing, actually...*pokes* You need to write to me =]

Eliana Rampage:

<3 Thanks, I thought that was the best part of the whole thing, actually...*pokes* You need to write to me =]

I will try, honey. Lol.

I'll write to you

'The connections bound underneath her reality,
fragile roses of black and crimson consistency,
where rain falls in sunlight and eradicates negativity…'
I loved these lines. Just as much as I loved the entire poem.

<3 Thankies Ellen. I really look forward to all your letters ^_^

Eliana Rampage:

<3 Thankies Ellen. I really look forward to all your letters ^_^

Bear in mind I'm stuck in little old England, if you end up getting a letter I sent on the 28th, on your last day of camp, don't blame me

Yeah, I really hate that if it happens... It's all right!

Eliiiiiiiiiiii. Yo, what am I gon' do without you, foo'?

The connections bound underneath her reality,
fragile roses of black and crimson consistency,
where rain falls in sunlight and eradicates negativity…

^Ze lovin' of dat part iz almost 2 much fo' me to handle. Itz rully hard typin' like this, yo. xD

Ze Panda shall try her bestest to write to Eli.

Thanks, Panda...x_x I just feel so dead right now, I appreciate all of your letters.

Oh I am so going to write you something now.

Everyone walks the same damned path,
on the same autumn day,
the conclusion to the climatical symphony
of a lustful colored tragedy;

Genius. Pure genius.

-gets paper & envelope- I WILL NOT LIVE WITHOUT ELI. O_O

HA.

Awaiting your letters especially then. You can send me Anti-Flag bashing letters and stuff =]

Love the poem. And I will send you a letter. Yes I will.

Eli. You are incredible. I'm speechless.... that was ... amazing.
I know remember why i worship you.
[ELI]

I'll try and write. But tomorrow i'm leaving for a week or so =\
So if you get anything it'll be near the end of the second week.

AHA.

I'm expecting a billion letters.

Kelsey: SDHFJHSADKFJ I LOVE YOU OUR HONEYMOON IS -NOW- <3
All right, YAYAYAYAY!!!! XDDD Awaiting your...romance letters

I loved that poem.

Write? As in paper and pens? Aha. Why not?
I'll mail you photographs of me at work.... because that's probably the most interesting thing that's gonna happen to me this summer.

BUT YOUR POEM KGAJSDG.
Love.

Yay! Romance Letters...
My favorite.
I must practice.

Dear Eli,

My love burns for you with the white hot intensity of 1000 suns.
Let's have another closet makeout party soon.

Love,
Kelseehh