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Well i'm a Sophomore in Highschool,my name is Shannon I'v been writting poetry for a long time but I still think i;m very bad at it. I only do it because I have nothing better in life. I only write when i'm either very depressed, angry, or extreamly happy which would explain why I have very weird childish one's. I also have some weird ones. Some may consider them dark or angsty. I don't but who cares what I think.


Some Bands:

*Afi
*The Used
*MCR (scene I know but who cares?)
*Son of Sam
*Underoath
*Atreyu
*System of a Down
*Alkaline Trio
*Reggie and the Full effect
*Thrice
*Scary Kids Scaring Kids
*Avenged Sevenfold
*Billy Talent
*Billy Idol
*Jimi Hendrix
*Queen <33(gotta love David Bowie!)
*The Academy is
*Nine Inch Nails
*Lola Ray
*Norma Jean
*Hot Hot Heat
*All that Remains
*AfterDrama
*Loko Phylum
*AcDc
*Pink Floyd
*Led Zepplin
*Alice Cooper
*The Smiths
*Nirvana
*Simple Kid
*Black Rose Diary
*Fall Out Boy (kind ofish...)
*Rammstein (Spiel Mit Mier!)
*The Ramoanes
*Marilyn Manson (to an extent)
*Depeche Mode
*Modest Mouse
*All American Rejects
*The Libertines
*The Scissor Sisters
*Lamb of God
*Cradle of Filth
*Drop Kick Murphys
*Blondie
*The Go Go's
*Cheap Sex!!!(haha)


I'll write more later...when i'm not sitting in Computer Class!!
   My favortie Poem it:



We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.

Yea hmm thats it

<3Death