The blatant sun shed its hollow light,
igniting burnt stars and sleeping skies.
I watch the cold world in black and white,
with forgotten thoughts and awkward eyes.
My name is Marziah.
You don't really want to know who I really am...
igniting burnt stars and sleeping skies.
I watch the cold world in black and white,
with forgotten thoughts and awkward eyes.
My name is Marziah.
You don't really want to know who I really am...
- Last seen on Aug 17 2:45 AM. Member since October 28, 2007.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 54 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is you can't waste the truth on people who won't understand.
- I am a 18 year old girl (Singapore)
- When I'm not writing, I'm daydreaming..
- I am in the groups Darkfield Lunatic Asylum, Twisted Artists, metalcore and death metal lovers
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Poems I'm focused on
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You will never understand the nature of my arrogant misanthropy. These enigmatic eyes form the skeleton smile of prudent vanity.
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Hollow eyes of perfection watches the world with an arrogant smile,
smirking at the average faces of society, oh so vile. -
While I descend in quiet miseries,
the night confined me in solitary guilt.
My Poetry
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Night. A night hushed by the advent of awaited twilight. Branches of tangled fears tapped softly, begging to enter tonight.
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Weeping hollow in monadic and cannibal delight,
I fall in between thorns blooming in the twilight. -
An epitome of ancient beauty,
she slowly dance with hypnotic grace. -
Gremlin lines of obscured heresy,
whispered in the muted abyss of tortured lips.
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Skull Driver on June 27I love your entrance poem!!
really astounding!!
