Second Shifters

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[Jan. 6th, 2004|12:02 pm]

As I had announced yesterday, Second Shifters is undergoing some changes with the new year that I believe many of you will enjoy. As many of you have come to us through deadjournal.com, we have decided to do something special with them.

Starting today, all Gold Members are entitled to receive a free DeadJournal as thanks for your contributions. If you're already a Gold Member and would like to set up your DeadJournal Account, just send me an email at webmaster@secondshifters.com and I'll send you back a referal link to set up your journal.

Also starting today, if you're a paying DeadJournal subscriber and don't yet have Gold Membership on our site, send me an email as well, with your Second Shifters user name and Paypal transaction number for DeadJournal (if you log into www.paypal.com and pull up your account details you should be able to find the transaction number there if you no longer have your email receipt), and I'll upgrade your account to Gold Member status.

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Poetry Contest!

[Dec. 27th, 2003|05:29 am]

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Student Poetry Contest
* Four Grade Divisions with over $3000.00 in awards.
Grades K-3, 4-6, 7-9, and 10-12
* 10 Winners in every grade division
* 21 line maximum Poem length
* Poem must be the student's original work and written in English
* Please include a tittle for you poem
* Only one entry per student for each contest
* Deadline: Postmarked by December 5th for the Fall contest or April 5th for the Spring contest
* Poem must be submitted with the student's Name, address, Grade, teacher's name, and School name & address. (It's helpful in contacting winners)
* Enter online at: Poetic Power
* Or mail to: Creative Communication, 90 N. 100 E, Logan, UT. 84321

Adult Poetry Contest
* Poets must be 18 years or older. Poets can enter one original poem, 21 lines or less. Please include a title and write in English.
* Deadline: The adult contest will have an ongoing deadline.
* Awards: Top Ten Poets will receive a check for $50.00 and a free copy of the anthology which features their poem.
*Enter online at:Poetic Power</b>
* Or mail to: Creative Communication, Adult Contest, P.O. Box 303, Smithfield, UT. 84335

Her Prayer

[Dec. 23rd, 2003|01:57 pm]

shdwprncss

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Deep goes the tear...Down her sad face
Followed by another... with little or no space
Scared and alone... with only one thought
To see the other side...without feelings she has faught
No one would understand... the choices she makes
Yet it would release her... from all her mistakes
As the days go by... she feels more pressure
with feelings so heavy...its unbarable to measure
And to ignore...her bestfriends plee
Of the promice...she has made to he
Everyday she will pray... to the man in white
to take her soul... from all their sight.

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ugha

[Dec. 17th, 2003|06:43 pm]

shdwprncss

[	mood	\|	crazy	]
[	music	\|	secondshifters radio	]

Do people who are sick, mainly get in in their heads that if they are sick then everyone else must get it too? Seems like that is how it is. I hate that.

Excellent news!

[Dec. 8th, 2003|01:52 pm]

dark_phoenyx

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Andrea has been found. If you've linked to the original post, or posted the virtual flyer, please consider either updating or locking down the post to avoid further confusion.

Thanks to everyone who helped spread the word.

[Dec. 6th, 2003|09:39 pm]

homuncule

i just had a question that i couldnt find an answer for on the seconshifters website......
how does it work? i mean like music servers, DJs and the such...

Release me!

[Nov. 30th, 2003|05:32 am]

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I don't want to be like you.
You don't know what I've been threw.
Don't know the pain, don't know the tears
that I've been threw all these years

You don't understand how hard it's been.
To be a constant companion and friend
to people who hurt you and treat you bad,
to someone who always leaves you sad.

I can't explain the pain,
There is no way I can remain,
Or I will forever hold you in disdain...
and that would be a pain I cannot live threw.

So let me sore, let me fly,
Let me reach up and touch the sky,
Spread my wings and fly away,
I cannot live another day.

Let me go, break these chains,
Open my eyes, release this pain.
Open a window so I can fly,
and forever and ever, touch the sky.

By: Me! ^_^

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+Virgin Poster+

[Nov. 26th, 2003|09:46 pm]

unstabledumface

[	mood	\|	amused	]
[	music	\|	Lollipop Lust kill	]

I guess I'm popping myself. I've been wondering aimlessly around secondshifters, I'm a member now... names +chalk+ heh heh.

I'll find my way around someday.

My new Poem...

[Nov. 18th, 2003|12:19 am]

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It seems like the only time I ever think up a poem is when I am just about to fall asleep. I'm not sure if this is a blessing or a curse. But here is my new poem that I just wrote. I would really like to know what everyone thinks about it so please leave me a comment or two. -Jessi

She hears the snapping of there fingers as she makes her way to the stage.
*snap, snap, snap, snap*
As if they were daring her to faint.
*snap, snap, snap, snap*
She sets on the stool and she lowers the mike
*snap, snap, snap, snap*
The room starts to hush.. Everyone grows quiet.
There all silent now, but she feels there stares.
She's scared to death, but she shows no fears.
She starts to speak, her voice loud and proud.
She says what she cam to say, to everyone in the crowd.
And when she is threw speaking, the room is still quiet.
Threw out the crowd, everyone is crying.
For her poem was not about a vase or a lion.
It was about the fact that she is slowly dying.
There's a cancer inside her, eating her away.
Taking away her energy, each and everyday.
She did not come to read her poem to make the people cry.
Or to feel sorry for her, just because she's dying.
She wants everyone who hears her poem to know life is short and death is close.
So tell everyone you love, that you love them today.
Before they or you, slowly start to fade away!

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About me...

[Nov. 15th, 2003|10:43 pm]

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I am a product of wishful thinking, fruitless hoping, and poor planning. Despite the world, I breathe, I feel, I bleed.

Life exerts itself against me, and this body pushes through the currents in a struggle for something yet unattainable. Spirits filter around me in a soft sea of ever-flowing calm. Because I am human, I hate, I love, I fear.

My mind is corrupted with spider webs, lost on dewdrop prisms of nature's perfect circle and spun inside a coccoon of solitude. When I stare, I stare beyond the lines of sight, into an ethereal sensation of light. When nature inspires, I study, I write, I understand.

Calm peace wraps my soul, though the toils of this world are hard against my mortal heart. Something wonderful drips from my fingertips, presses sensations to glittering images and guilty words. Emotional logic, I think, I feel, I watch.

I have talked to my soul, met my twin, loved more passionately, hated more deeply than any could imagine. I have hurt and been hurt, loved and been loved, tortured myself and others, broken hearts and mended broken hearts, given all I had and taken all I could.

I am complete and incomplete, sad and disappointed, happy and content. I am a paradox of paradox, a bitter union of bliss and desperation, a dark past and a bright future collided into the myriad droplets of present. This is my magic pool.. My pleasure and my pain, my hope and my fear.

I am nothing more than I am, and I am everything I can be.
I am more alive today than ever I have felt,
even though this life is killing me.

But telling you all this, says nothing.

Do not assume you know me, unless you have walked in my shoes, feared my fears, dreamed my dreams, & tasted my tears. Otherwise your judgment it ignorance. To assume makes an Ass out of You and Me.I am Boring.. LEAVE ME ALONE!!! If you dare to venture into my world you will see that my time is spent.. writting, thinking, wishing, hoping, dreaming, and getting lost on long drives to nowhere. I am Living my life the best way I know how... even if I get nothing out of it but heartache and pain. That's what a Journal's for...

[Oct. 28th, 2003|03:31 pm]

evofly

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[	music	\|	Watching "Donnie Darko"	]

does anyone know of someone who actually makes the animated icons for journals?

better yet, how do i make them? what programs are yall using?

because i always just cut and paste ones for myself. these animated ones i have to bum off others and i dont want to.

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[Aug. 1st, 2003|03:12 am]

What is Second Shifters anyway?

Well, it seems in our move to start a community, we left that very important question out of the mix, so now it's time to clarify a bit.

Second Shifters is an online radio station with a devotion to those who like music with a darker theme. We play a good mix of underground and mainstream artists, so that you'll hear both the artists you're already fond of and the ones that will lure you closer to something you've not encountered before.

So, what does all this have to do with Dead Journal? Well, Second Shifters has decided to work wtih Dead Journal in providing an Open Mic Night, where writers can share their work on air. The plan is to give writers (like the ones on Dead Journal) an opportunity to share themselves with the world in a new way.

It works like this: Writing (poetry and prose) is emailed in to webmaster@secondshifters.com in their written format. Then, if a work is approved for air play on the station, the author will get back an email asking for them to submit an audio recording of the work read in their own voice for play on air. Then, on Friday nights at Midnight (CST), all the works that were accepted will be played on the station for all the listeners to hear and enjoy.

Take a look at our website at www.secondshifters.com for more details on the station, and (of course) to give us a listen. Don't be alarmed if it lures you into liking it. That's our plan. Don't worry though... we do bite (and trust us, you'll like it).

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[Jul. 31st, 2003|12:43 am]

Today marks the official start of the 'special project' that we've been working on with Dead Journal. Second Shifters Radio is going to be accepting written works (poetry and prose alike) for consideration for Open Mic Night. If a work is accepted, we will be asking for a recording of the writing read in the voice of the author, for on air play. All Dead Journal users are invited to participate (readers and writers alike). We look forward to seeing your submissions (and hopefully hearing them). Check out our website for all the details (and to listen in, of course).

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[Jul. 27th, 2003|07:39 pm]

So, here's the question of the week: Do you think that being in love makes a person less creative than they would be otherwise? Think about specific instances in your own life and other people's lives before answering.

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[Jul. 27th, 2003|12:20 pm]

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[	music	\|	Second Shifters - Radio that bites... Hard	]

This is for those of you who asked for the written version of 'Silent Shadow' from this weeks preview of Open Mic Night on Second Shifters. As a forewarning, this one is for mature audiences only.

I stood slow and silent in a darkened room, watching quietly from the distance as her lungs filled and shrank. Her breathing was rythmic and hypnotizing as she slept, drawing me nearer too her and luring me to temptation, even when I knew I should not give into my desires.

Long and flowing gently onto the bed she lied on, her hair seemed to tease me playfully in the gentle breeze that was coming from an open window to the side of her room, and as I made my way closer, I could see the moonlight cast down gently on her, giving her naked body a soft glow that seemed to become a part of her being. My hand moved slowly around her face as I brushed her hair aside from her eyes and let it rest on her shoulder. For a second her breathing paused, and she opened her eyes to look up at me, with a warm smile on her deep lips.

As I lie down beside her, my hand moved slowly over her arm, caressing gently over her silk like skin while my body moved closer to hers. Her innocence made me even hungrier for her, and I soon gave into my dark urges. Over her breasts and accross her sides, my hands ran down her body gently as I felt my body molding against hers. A slow, passionate kiss from my lips moved from her lips to her neck and from her neck to her chest, where I lie a series of warm kisses around her nipples, tickling at them playfully with my tongue, as my hands moved up and down her sides, massaging deeply at her muscles as our bodies grew closer and closer.

Without a sound, I moved slowly back up her body, kissing at her lips like they were my only source for air. My hand moved gently between her legs as I massaged at her thigh, then back and forth ever so lightly over her clit. And, as I moved myself into her I could feel the heat of her slow breaths moving over my close lips. The wind blew lightly over my back while I moved myself in and out of her to a soft rythm in my mind, my body sinking lower and lower so I could drive deeper into her.

I brought her legs up slowly with my caressing hands and began to move slightly faster into her as she moaned softly in the passion of the moment. My mind raced as I continued to move my hips back and forth, and I could see a look of surprise in her dark brown eyes as my fangs gleamed in the moonlight. She moaned deeper now, with an almost animal urge behind her throat. Hands moving back up her body and over her sides, I let her legs fall back down as I pressed deeper and faster into her.

Her back arched up against my body, and I felt her legs squeeze tightly around me as she spasmed around me. And, in the midst of her deepest moan, I sank my teeth into her throat, tasting her sweet blood as I came inside her.