You ask me what my name is. But you don't care. I ask you what IS a name? And you stare at me blankly. You ask me how old I am merely to break the silence. I tell you I don't age, and you cringe. You don't like talking to me, so why are you still here? Reading my words? Trying to get into my head? Do you care? What is the meaning of "care" anyhow? Is caring asking questions? or the mere act of listening to the answeres? Is caring the voice that says "I'm here for you," or the hand the pulls you up over their shoulders? And in any term, why should you care? It's not you life, right? So why are you here? reading my words, my thoughts, my life? Is it because you DO in fact care? I guess only time will tell...
If your wondering why I've started off with this, all I can tell you is that my soul wanted to. When I write, its not me. Its my soul. Writing is the only thing that makes me truly happy. Don't get me wrong, though. I love many things. Meeting new people. Cheerleading. Watching movies. Listening to music. Killing beautiful people and stringing them up in my closet nude. I am a very versatile human being. And also very nice. I will talk to anybody who will give me the time of day. I love to express my veiws on life. Religion, war, aliens, ghosts... Life... Dreams... If any of you, reading my soul like a book, would like to exchange ideas about any of the above topics or any other topic that serves as importance, know I am always available. I love meeting new people and making new friends, so hit me up. ~Freakshow~
If your wondering why I've started off with this, all I can tell you is that my soul wanted to. When I write, its not me. Its my soul. Writing is the only thing that makes me truly happy. Don't get me wrong, though. I love many things. Meeting new people. Cheerleading. Watching movies. Listening to music. Killing beautiful people and stringing them up in my closet nude. I am a very versatile human being. And also very nice. I will talk to anybody who will give me the time of day. I love to express my veiws on life. Religion, war, aliens, ghosts... Life... Dreams... If any of you, reading my soul like a book, would like to exchange ideas about any of the above topics or any other topic that serves as importance, know I am always available. I love meeting new people and making new friends, so hit me up. ~Freakshow~
- Last seen on Nov 22 3:31 PM. Member since April 12, 2006.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 75 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Inspired.".
- I am a 16 year old girl from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Cheerleading, reading, socializing, making lanyard hearts, contemplating life.
- I support the site as a silver member
- I am in the groups Music Rules My Life
- I have 75 comments, 59 poems, 27 stories
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Roaming these streets alone
Moonlight hidden behind puffy rain clouds91 lines, 2 comments, March 26
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As she walked alone in the cold winter night, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was up in the trees. Small, q168 lines, 1 comment, November 22. In <600 words
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Okay. We've all been walking down the street or whereever and seen.. something on the ground. An old single shoe, a broken down road sign, books, a table, matresses, a couch.. I've seen a lot of things. Even old, blackened gu285 lines, July 28. In <600 words
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You know, it's the same old story. Guy sees girl. Girl sees him. They meet and guy falls in love. But my story is a little different. I never really wanted her the way she wanted me. You see, she wanted a relationship, full o369 lines, 3 comments, July 28. In <600 words
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