*\Strange creatures in this world here. Myself included. No one makes sence. Nothing makes sence. Just hope for the best and maybe it'll come. Medicate your self. It's the only way. Feel the rush. Obtain the joy. Because everything comes to an end. One day the drugs won't work. Then what to do? Find your self within the layers. Scrub away the dirt. Watch the sun set with your love. The beauty of earth, of nature. Pure hope. Serenity. Nothing is true. The stories are full of lies. Come clean. Tell her what you mean. Look into his eyes, see his soul. Deep, pure, loving, caring, full of hope, full of joy, I see my soul in his eyes. I see him and feel peaceful, true to my self. Find love. You'll know if it's true/*
"And all the windows were doors..."
"And all the windows were doors..."
- Last seen on Dec 2 7:19 PM 2008. Member since October 21, 2003.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 124 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""And all the windows were doors..."".
- I am a girl from Ohio (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a College Student.
- I have 124 comments, 12 poems
My Poetry
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The thing about candles, after the bright brilliant flame, they just burn out. They dissapate to the past, remain just a memory. I find it0 lines, 1 comment, March 27, 2007
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I saw a man in the rush hour crowds
suave and audacious
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Never Forever on March 6, 2007Hey sweetie just wanted to say hi i love you and your poems are excellent. I changed my name. Well Im going to get back to reading. I love you
Alwayz
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