What am I... a chameleon - able to adapt to any situation; person; place or thing... I am able to provide society with whatever it desires, and 99% of the time this is necessary for survival... but..
WHEN I REMOVE THE MASK...
I am this solitary child in the body of an immature adult, I am the neverending tears that consume my existence; I am the myths that beg to be retold; I am the screaming burnt down willow tree that begs in vain for water... I am the crushed angel that God has forgotten, I am the devilish hatred that begs to be loved despite its own unmistakable identity, I am the fear that lingers down the dark cold passage at 3am, I am all religions races and creeds... I am the lost - waiting to be found; the dead - waking up underneath the ground. Silence is the tongue that screams inside my head... I am everything and yet...
I AM NOTHING...
WHEN I REMOVE THE MASK...
I am this solitary child in the body of an immature adult, I am the neverending tears that consume my existence; I am the myths that beg to be retold; I am the screaming burnt down willow tree that begs in vain for water... I am the crushed angel that God has forgotten, I am the devilish hatred that begs to be loved despite its own unmistakable identity, I am the fear that lingers down the dark cold passage at 3am, I am all religions races and creeds... I am the lost - waiting to be found; the dead - waking up underneath the ground. Silence is the tongue that screams inside my head... I am everything and yet...
I AM NOTHING...
- Last seen on Nov 17 8:51 AM. Member since February 4, 2005.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 241 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Silence".
- I am a 24 year old girl (South Africa)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a artist and writer and call centre agent.
- I have 241 comments, 5 contests, 88 poems
My Poetry
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When the wings you were given to fly / are clipped... / the freedom you were promised, / is ripped... / the misery is now the eternal companion. / the hatred is now the eternal demon. / what happens when you17 lines, June 22, 2007
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The speech is unrecognisable, / the life undesirable, / no answers given to the eternal questions I ask... / I am losing this battle, I have lost my will. / Where and when can the light become, / may God forgi10 lines, June 20, 2007. In spiritual
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Sixfootdropin : you on March 4, 2007gigi?????????
where are you
where you going
why you dying
why no more writting
why so many questions
where did you go
and not come back from
???
and why do i know
that even though
i don't know where you are
that something is wrong
lost in an instant
to slow torcher of another sad song -
Johan Mells on October 24, 2006I now have an understanding why u so abruptly sent me that scathing sms. I dont know who gave you the idea that I wanted to sleep with you. my words "u can sleep in my bed", was exactly that, my bed without me in it!!!! You need to stop overanalysing things and reading more into it than there really is. I told you that I couldnt do anything to you and I didn't lie about it. It's not yet possible after my opearation at all!!! lemme know when u read this.
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Johan Mells on October 9, 2006hey gigi, wondering how u r doing, lemme know, kinda worried... I'm moving into my place on friday, feel free to come visit anytime
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Johan Mells on September 19, 2006Hey again, Gigi. I think it's great you're getting it all together. I'd have to see you with your hair shaven, it would be something else! You probably still look cute like that. I'm most realistically coming to knysna in December holidays, got my cricket schedule and weekends are off limits till then!:-( that sucks I'd like to see your new paintings, I think they'd be awesome! they won't have the sentimental value that the thornless rose has, however, but I'm sure they'll grow on me. I can't believe you thought my last poem was good! Drop me a line when you're not doing anything, I'd love to just chat. Johan
