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Naru FlowerShow poetry

HEY IT'S ANIME!!!



Hey Hey my people. Let's have a party and kill ourselves good.

There's lots and lots of drugs so have some fucking fun.

Don't worry, I'm not suicidal, maybe just insane.

I Love Lesbians...No I don't, I'm straight

I am a cunt, motherfucking, nose picking, hell of a, daughter of a fag.
That cock sucking, racist bitch and sexsist bastard.
A fun loving, porn star who's girl that likes to have fun.
I'm  suicidal homo that loves life.
The fucked up romantic lover.
Jesus's and  The Three Goddess's atheist.
I'm a loser,girly hermaphadite.
A tomboy druggie and a junkie flower.
I'm a virgin hot dog, and a slutty, preppy, horny bitch... I love to write.

I love to write both poetry and Actual fiction and fan-fiction.

I love Kurt Cobain.

Told ya I'm insane.


                               (THANKS)



www.fictionpress.com -Miss Lucy
www.fanfiction.net -Miss Penny
www.livejournal.com/users/enala

My Poetry

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  • You count the petals of a wilted rose
    Don't we seem a little different?
    23 lines, 1 comment, December 3, 2005. In Lyrics, Personal, Hope
  • Lost, in the dark of this night,I will find you
    You're the light I kinda want
    25 lines, November 18, 2005. In Love, Hope, Angst
  • Just love me, there is a better world
    You make me feel so simple and clean
    46 lines, September 19, 2005. In Lyrics, Love
  • Hey boy, don't give up just yet
    We've got all the time in the world
    26 lines, 1 comment, September 1, 2005. In Lyrics, Personal

My Stories

Guest Book

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  • Alice Anesthetized on August 18, 2005
    awesome page. i love Kurt Cobain... former junkie here... only 15, what a waste huh? anywho.. awesome poem.
  • Napkin on March 22, 2005
    Anna who was mad,
    I have a knife in my armpit.
    When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
    Am I some sort of infection?
    Did I make you go insane?
    Did I make the sounds go sour?
    Did I tell you to climb out the window?
    Forgive. Forgive.
    Say not I did.
    Say not.
    Say.

    Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
    Take me the gangling twelve-year-old
    into your sunken lap.
    Whisper like a buttercup.
    Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.
    Take me in.
    Take me.
    Take.

    Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
    Give me a complete statement of my actions.
    Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
    Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
    Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
    Did I make you go insane?
    Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through?
    Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist
    who dragged you out like a gold cart?
    Did I make you go insane?
    From the grave write me, Anna!
    You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless
    pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
    Write me.
    Write.

    By: Anne Sexton (I have to sign her name because she's dead.)

    A DAMN GOOD POEM DAMMIT!
  • Napkin on March 22, 2005
    Paper Dollbabe. HELLO! Dobbie Dobbie Do.
  • Napkin on March 3, 2005
    Talk to me!

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