I am dead in the morning,
an old vessel who used up her oil,
bleak and pale boned.
No miracle. No dazzle.
--Anne Sexton
an old vessel who used up her oil,
bleak and pale boned.
No miracle. No dazzle.
--Anne Sexton
- Last seen on Jan 22 4:01 PM. Member since October 19, 2004.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 404 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is She wears her ring like a shield.. .
- I am a 16 year old person (United States)
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/la_muneca_rota
- I am in the groups Addiction To Pain, All you need is words to seduce me, Alone In My Mind, Blood Angel, Bob Bob Bob, Broken Heart Broken Promises, Chatterbox Junkies and Welcome Wagon, Children Of The Night, Cutters Noncutters and ExCutters, Depressed Angels, Draco Malfoys Haren, Evanescence Rocks, Gothic Inc, Harry Potter Fans, Lost in a Dream, Magic of the Old, Raped and Abused, Razors and Raindrops, Satanists Cutters Anarchists Pyros Goths Freaks Etc, Sisters In Soul, Songwriters And Poets For Song Collaboration, Suicide Butterflies and Chocolate, The Bloody Knife, The Corrupted Society, The Sexiest Women of AP, The Vent, The lost lovers of Lestat, Vampires, Vampires Phantoms Faries Witches Warlocks, Wiccans Only, Wiccans Room, a poets dream of love, cutters and bleeders, cutters anonymous, death and blood, feast of the vampire, for all those in need of a straight jacket, pain is beautiful
- I have 404 comments, 5 contests, 8 addlines
My Poetry
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“Does she make you happier then me?” / Now, do you really want to know the answer to that question; / Because trust me, I don’t think you do. / The rooms to quiet, the hum of a mute TV and drip in the sink- / Som26 lines, 2 comments, July 15, 2007. In Personal
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Citrus kisses poison my tongue; leaving reviled memories
Impaled in my flesh, forever a part of me. -
And as they go there separate ways
shes still dying to have the chance to say -
You were expecting it, so why the waterworks
My Stories
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She wasnt smiling now, her hair slack around her face, sweat dripping slowly down her cheeks. She rested her head against a crooked arm, her tired body supported by her porcili419 lines, 1 comment, April 3, 2006. In <600 words
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Christine opened her eyes slowly, the heaviness in her lids so extreme that she had to struggle to lift them. Her vision was blurred and her body damp and excruciatingly hot– s
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She grabbed for the nearest person as the first wave if dizziness hit. Squeezing her eyes shut she fought of the familiar nauseousness's that always came with these attacks, ke
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DarkStreakX : >> on August 26Are you still alive anywhere in there?
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cookiemonstaa on January 22eyeeee.
meeeees.
juuuuuu.
like badsies.
talktomeh?
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Kristen Corpse on December 27, 2007let's just type something here and leave you a comment to erase that vile one that is on the bottom of your page.
I just want you to know that I love you.
And I miss you
and yeah...
call me soon
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