"...a green alternative to each days madness here in a poisoned world." -peter s. beagle, on tolkiens works
"no one so young should have eyes so old..."
~a friend said to me one day
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something i randomly found on the site that fits me:
And once again it has been proven that she doesn't deserve to find a home. Once again, she realizes that everyone will leave her alone.
It's just another part of history repeating itself, laying her heart bare against cold stone. It's just another punishment earned for misdeeds she needs to atone.
And while her soul is ruptured and left bleeding out into the snow, she once again realizes that her heart is just another worthless piece of fake gold.
How could anyone so rotten deserve a loving home?
Everybody leaves.
~Rose Dark Thorn
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as I scream in dark anguish and despair that has no hope of lifting.
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I'm a proud Celt.
Through an age of fighting men
When sword was mightier than pen
There lived a clansman bold and true
The very one our name came through
Born of bloodline dating from
The hundred battles warrior Conn
Gaelic viking in his veins
Testify his battle fame
For three hundred and fifty years
The western highlands lived in fear
Fighting to regain the isles
Down to Islay and Argyle
From the Dalriadan line
Through the centuries there we find
A Scotsman born with Viking name
Born to rule through love and pain
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Ruling from the Isle of Man
Islay was the place they'd
...make their stand
After almost twenty years
He rid the Isles of Norsemen
...then and there
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Through the timeless history,
Fighting for their destiny
Images fly through my head,
Images of Somerled...
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
The warrior kings live by the sword
From hill to loch and dark fjord
Battling 'til his life he shed
Leaving the throne
To the sons of Somerled
~Sons of Somerled, by Steve McDonald
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"For we are, each of us,
a collection of memories
Our personalities are the
collective result of
everything that has
happened to us, yeah it is at the
end of the day we look back
upon the days and years
through the looking
glass of memory.
And when we are gone
we become a part
of the memories
And personalities of others"
-anonymous
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i have to wonder what it is about some of the people in this world? why do they choose to be mean, heartless, thoughtless and cruel to one person that they've never met or seen or spoken to before in their lives, but then turn around one minute later and be sweet as the day is long to another, that again, they've never met, never seen, never spoken to before, even once in their lives. do they have an extra sensory componnant to their psyche that let's them pick out the most vulnerable? the weakest link in the chain? or is it just chance that the victim happens to be down already? is it prejudice against first impressions? or do they simply attack because they know the other is different from them, maybe better than them and they simply can't stand it, therefore resulting in trying to tear the victim down? who knows? i know i never will, because i'm not one of them.
~the smore
Who of us has not been thrilled and awed as we gaze upon the beauty of a flower garden with it's myriad of colors, and the fragrance of the blossoms as their perfume is wafted to our nostrils? The only problem is that it does not last. The flowers fade, the petals fall and the autumn breezes dry out the withered blossoms and they are soon gone. But wait, are they really gone? God, the Master Artist, has so designed the flowers that out of death comes life. The rosebush that looks dead will know another springtime, and out of death will come life. The same is true as the Master Designer touches with divine power the cold and pulseless heart of the buried acorn, causing it to burst forth into new life, and out of the little acorn can come a mighty oak tree. If matter, mute and inanimate, though changed by the forces of nature into a multitude of forms, can never die, will man's imperial spirit suffer annihilation? Does man simply make a brief visit, like a royal guest, to this house of clay, and then fade into nothingness? No, not at all. We can be just as sure that there is another life, as we are that we live today.
In some of the egyptian tombs uncovered recently, there were found grains of wheat that had been there for over 3000 years. Yet this wheat, when planted and watered sprang forth into new life. There is an unbroken chain of life that connects the earliest grain of wheat with the one which we now sow and reap. God has placed something within this grain of wheat, which enables it, when warmed by the sunshine and nurtured by the rain, to discard it's old body, and build out of the earth and air a new body so much like the old one that we cannot tell the difference. So i can be assured that my God will clothe my eternal soul with a new body, not unlike the old, but suited for it's new and eternal existance, after this present body has crumpled into the dust from whence He made it.
-Irving D. Larson, "The Master's Touch"
(on the back of my church bulletin, 04-22-07)
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http://allpoetry.com/poem/2305082
awesomeness poem
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i had (he died) a guinea pig named 'mr.Smore' and he looked like a s'more. he had some orange (grahm cracker), a white stripe around him (the marshmellow), but mostly brown. (the chocolate)
i miss him.
my name is smores girl because i was mr.Smore's girl.
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aries:
born: march 21 - april 19
element: fire - active and ardent
quality: cardinal, the quality that signifies change and movement
symbol: the ram
special color: red, the color of passion and excitement
aries traits: adventurous, ambitious, impulsive, impatient, self-reliant, undiplomatic
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my ap family tree is this..:
sister- Prism
brother- burnedaliv3
brother- edward81
x bf- full0metaljacket
one of my cool (but sassy) buddies- icecreamdream
my saint- XIII Daemon Hunter/XIII Saint/XIII/XIII Black Sheep/Saint Contempt/Vigil Saint/Daemon Hunter Saint/Saint Not Savior/Saint Cosnahan/Ianus Sanctus/Ianus Lues/Saint Kaleva/Saint Madness/The Madgod (he changes his sn frequently and i think there were a few other names in there somewhere but i can't remember them at the moment
)
a good friend and AP sister who gave me help when i first started writing poetry and who is also one super awesome singer- Mj
Wolf Whisper - Great Great Great Grandad
Onyx Fire Tear - Great Great Great Grandma
BlackFury - Great Great Grandad
Shiver-n-Cringe - Great Great Grandma
TheBrokenDoll - Great Grandma
TempestRose - Grandma
dragonmaster - Grandad
Scarlet Obsession - Mother
bassclarinetbuddy92 - Brother
ashnight - Cousin
hypergrl - Cousin
ASleepingPoppy - Cousin
miracle2728 - Cousin
Dreams Lover - Cousin
xToRnSoUl2666x - Cousin (also, my pet baby white tiger)
Rythm - Cousin in law
Cheese Cake Baby - Second Cousin
familygurl44 - Great Aunt
TearsOfBlood69 - Great Aunt
XxKrAzYxToRixX - Great Aunt
Tainted Love - Great Aunt
Amaranth Muses - Great Aunt
RedRoseLove - Great Aunt
LostMyDoll - Great Aunt
Matt Da Mac - Great Uncle
Dragonboy - Great Uncle
DrSatan - Uncle
poetic murder - Great Aunt in law
Audrey Tyler - Cousin
HeLLaKeWL420 - Great Great Aunt
SuicidalBeloved - Great Great Aunt
Lish - Third Cousin
Saddened Angel - Third Cousin
rower4life - Third Cousin
Kestryl - Third Cousin
JennFeelsLost - Third Cousin
AVoiceWithin - Third Cousin
Tainted Goddess - Third Cousin
JadedKnight - Third Cousin in law
TheRainKing - Third Cousin in law
Lighthouse Guard - my wonderfully obedient slave
LadyOfFate - my doctor who
Anubis The Shaman - my owner
(footnote! if any of these people have changed their screennames, i apologize. i was unaware.. i'll fix them as i discover them... and the discovery will be a lot faster if you imed me and told me you changed your name)
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things that have been said about me on other's author pages and just things that have been said about me in general by people here on ap:
EverlastingStars- 'Smores Girl89 ~~~ Vampire Panther! But I think I made peace with her!'
Immortal Beloved- 'Smores Girl89- goofball'
DrSatan- you're awesome as hell
TempestRose- you're a fanger
(translation-vampire)
DrSatan- Smores Girl89: my sweet hyper niece
Wicker Ghost- 'she's crazy too!! and she also loves potatos'
Wicker Ghost- some chick made of smores has fangs,that's really odd, but okay
littlesilentscreams- Smoresgirl89 (crazey fantasy chic! look i turned you into a fox! )
littlesilentscreams- smoresy my dearest shape-shifting foxy elf!!!!!
what my friend said to me one day- 'you're not a freak... you're the QUEEN of freaks!'
a conversation between me and a friend two halloweens ago -
friend- 'you're cool'
later on
friend- 'you're hot'
me- 'how can i be hot? didn't you say i was cool earlier?'
friend- 'yeah.. you're kinda like.. icy hot. yeah'
edward81- *thinkingthis--* now that's either a little kid or a midget.. oh wait, that's >my name inserted here (in my defense, i was wearing flat little flip-flops instead of my usual 3-6inch decks)
conversation with another friend:
me: why are you picking on me? why does everyone pick on me for being short?
friend: because you're a cute little kid!
another friend: she's not a kid. she's 18, she's an adult
me: yeah!
friend: oh my freaking gosh. you're kidding me right? you look like a kid!
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a mental patient friend of mine said this to me and i quote word-for-word exactly what he said:
"there is something wrong with you..."
mwuhaha. of course, i can't really blame him. i had just finished describing how fun it is to poke out the eyeballs of a squid... lol
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'give me a fire that inspires all the world tonight..'-toby mac, fresher than a night at the w
'i've never known a fire that didn't begin with a flame. every storm will start with just a drop of rain..' -nicole nordeman, brave (i think)
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song:
'i know you keep a journal and every page is rippled
from the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble
cause words can't describe what you've been feelin' inside
it's like thousand foot walls, and they're still on the rise
but look up
to a beautiful sound
and see for yourself you're not that far down
and know this,
i cannot love a little
my promise to you is unconditional
and i'll keep the light on, baby
just keep the course, you can weather the storm
i'll keep the light on, baby
you've come this far, don't you ever lose heart, now
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere
i know you're all alone in a crowd full of friends
i can see it in your eyes that you're fadin' again
checking out, moving into your hole
where the light can't touch any part of your soul
but hold up!
and let the river rush in
you can turn around and start livin' again,
cause your life
is a beautiful bloom
in the image of the One that created you...
i'll keep the light on for you..
just keep the course, you can weather the storm
i'll keep the light on for you..
you've come this far, don't you ever lose heart, now
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere..
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere..
i'll be there...
said i'll be there
said i'll be there
said i'll be there always forever
said i'll be there
said i'll be there
said i'll be there always forever...' -toby mac (w/dct), atmosphere, from the 'diverse city' album
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my fav poem of truth is a poem called 'ideals of a good person' by Jaden, here on allpoetry.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4663309#
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"no one so young should have eyes so old..."
~a friend said to me one day
--------------------------------------------------------------------
something i randomly found on the site that fits me:
And once again it has been proven that she doesn't deserve to find a home. Once again, she realizes that everyone will leave her alone.
It's just another part of history repeating itself, laying her heart bare against cold stone. It's just another punishment earned for misdeeds she needs to atone.
And while her soul is ruptured and left bleeding out into the snow, she once again realizes that her heart is just another worthless piece of fake gold.
How could anyone so rotten deserve a loving home?
Everybody leaves.
~Rose Dark Thorn
------------------------------------------------------------------------
as I scream in dark anguish and despair that has no hope of lifting.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm a proud Celt.
Through an age of fighting men
When sword was mightier than pen
There lived a clansman bold and true
The very one our name came through
Born of bloodline dating from
The hundred battles warrior Conn
Gaelic viking in his veins
Testify his battle fame
For three hundred and fifty years
The western highlands lived in fear
Fighting to regain the isles
Down to Islay and Argyle
From the Dalriadan line
Through the centuries there we find
A Scotsman born with Viking name
Born to rule through love and pain
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Ruling from the Isle of Man
Islay was the place they'd
...make their stand
After almost twenty years
He rid the Isles of Norsemen
...then and there
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Through the timeless history,
Fighting for their destiny
Images fly through my head,
Images of Somerled...
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled
The warrior kings live by the sword
From hill to loch and dark fjord
Battling 'til his life he shed
Leaving the throne
To the sons of Somerled
~Sons of Somerled, by Steve McDonald
------------------------------------------------------------------------
"For we are, each of us,
a collection of memories
Our personalities are the
collective result of
everything that has
happened to us, yeah it is at the
end of the day we look back
upon the days and years
through the looking
glass of memory.
And when we are gone
we become a part
of the memories
And personalities of others"
-anonymous
----------------------------------------------------------------------
i have to wonder what it is about some of the people in this world? why do they choose to be mean, heartless, thoughtless and cruel to one person that they've never met or seen or spoken to before in their lives, but then turn around one minute later and be sweet as the day is long to another, that again, they've never met, never seen, never spoken to before, even once in their lives. do they have an extra sensory componnant to their psyche that let's them pick out the most vulnerable? the weakest link in the chain? or is it just chance that the victim happens to be down already? is it prejudice against first impressions? or do they simply attack because they know the other is different from them, maybe better than them and they simply can't stand it, therefore resulting in trying to tear the victim down? who knows? i know i never will, because i'm not one of them.
~the smore
Who of us has not been thrilled and awed as we gaze upon the beauty of a flower garden with it's myriad of colors, and the fragrance of the blossoms as their perfume is wafted to our nostrils? The only problem is that it does not last. The flowers fade, the petals fall and the autumn breezes dry out the withered blossoms and they are soon gone. But wait, are they really gone? God, the Master Artist, has so designed the flowers that out of death comes life. The rosebush that looks dead will know another springtime, and out of death will come life. The same is true as the Master Designer touches with divine power the cold and pulseless heart of the buried acorn, causing it to burst forth into new life, and out of the little acorn can come a mighty oak tree. If matter, mute and inanimate, though changed by the forces of nature into a multitude of forms, can never die, will man's imperial spirit suffer annihilation? Does man simply make a brief visit, like a royal guest, to this house of clay, and then fade into nothingness? No, not at all. We can be just as sure that there is another life, as we are that we live today.
In some of the egyptian tombs uncovered recently, there were found grains of wheat that had been there for over 3000 years. Yet this wheat, when planted and watered sprang forth into new life. There is an unbroken chain of life that connects the earliest grain of wheat with the one which we now sow and reap. God has placed something within this grain of wheat, which enables it, when warmed by the sunshine and nurtured by the rain, to discard it's old body, and build out of the earth and air a new body so much like the old one that we cannot tell the difference. So i can be assured that my God will clothe my eternal soul with a new body, not unlike the old, but suited for it's new and eternal existance, after this present body has crumpled into the dust from whence He made it.
-Irving D. Larson, "The Master's Touch"
(on the back of my church bulletin, 04-22-07)
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http://allpoetry.com/poem/2305082
awesomeness poem
---------------------------------------------------------------------
i had (he died) a guinea pig named 'mr.Smore' and he looked like a s'more. he had some orange (grahm cracker), a white stripe around him (the marshmellow), but mostly brown. (the chocolate)
i miss him.
my name is smores girl because i was mr.Smore's girl.
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aries:
born: march 21 - april 19
element: fire - active and ardent
quality: cardinal, the quality that signifies change and movement
symbol: the ram
special color: red, the color of passion and excitement
aries traits: adventurous, ambitious, impulsive, impatient, self-reliant, undiplomatic
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my ap family tree is this..:
sister- Prism
brother- burnedaliv3
brother- edward81
x bf- full0metaljacket
one of my cool (but sassy) buddies- icecreamdream
my saint- XIII Daemon Hunter/XIII Saint/XIII/XIII Black Sheep/Saint Contempt/Vigil Saint/Daemon Hunter Saint/Saint Not Savior/Saint Cosnahan/Ianus Sanctus/Ianus Lues/Saint Kaleva/Saint Madness/The Madgod (he changes his sn frequently and i think there were a few other names in there somewhere but i can't remember them at the moment
)a good friend and AP sister who gave me help when i first started writing poetry and who is also one super awesome singer- Mj
Wolf Whisper - Great Great Great Grandad
Onyx Fire Tear - Great Great Great Grandma
BlackFury - Great Great Grandad
Shiver-n-Cringe - Great Great Grandma
TheBrokenDoll - Great Grandma
TempestRose - Grandma
dragonmaster - Grandad
Scarlet Obsession - Mother
bassclarinetbuddy92 - Brother
ashnight - Cousin
hypergrl - Cousin
ASleepingPoppy - Cousin
miracle2728 - Cousin
Dreams Lover - Cousin
xToRnSoUl2666x - Cousin (also, my pet baby white tiger)
Rythm - Cousin in law
Cheese Cake Baby - Second Cousin
familygurl44 - Great Aunt
TearsOfBlood69 - Great Aunt
XxKrAzYxToRixX - Great Aunt
Tainted Love - Great Aunt
Amaranth Muses - Great Aunt
RedRoseLove - Great Aunt
LostMyDoll - Great Aunt
Matt Da Mac - Great Uncle
Dragonboy - Great Uncle
DrSatan - Uncle
poetic murder - Great Aunt in law
Audrey Tyler - Cousin
HeLLaKeWL420 - Great Great Aunt
SuicidalBeloved - Great Great Aunt
Lish - Third Cousin
Saddened Angel - Third Cousin
rower4life - Third Cousin
Kestryl - Third Cousin
JennFeelsLost - Third Cousin
AVoiceWithin - Third Cousin
Tainted Goddess - Third Cousin
JadedKnight - Third Cousin in law
TheRainKing - Third Cousin in law
Lighthouse Guard - my wonderfully obedient slave
LadyOfFate - my doctor who
Anubis The Shaman - my owner
(footnote! if any of these people have changed their screennames, i apologize. i was unaware.. i'll fix them as i discover them... and the discovery will be a lot faster if you imed me and told me you changed your name)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
things that have been said about me on other's author pages and just things that have been said about me in general by people here on ap:
EverlastingStars- 'Smores Girl89 ~~~ Vampire Panther! But I think I made peace with her!'
Immortal Beloved- 'Smores Girl89- goofball'
DrSatan- you're awesome as hell
TempestRose- you're a fanger
(translation-vampire)DrSatan- Smores Girl89: my sweet hyper niece
Wicker Ghost- 'she's crazy too!! and she also loves potatos'
Wicker Ghost- some chick made of smores has fangs,that's really odd, but okay
littlesilentscreams- Smoresgirl89 (crazey fantasy chic! look i turned you into a fox! )
littlesilentscreams- smoresy my dearest shape-shifting foxy elf!!!!!
what my friend said to me one day- 'you're not a freak... you're the QUEEN of freaks!'
a conversation between me and a friend two halloweens ago -
friend- 'you're cool'
later on
friend- 'you're hot'
me- 'how can i be hot? didn't you say i was cool earlier?'
friend- 'yeah.. you're kinda like.. icy hot. yeah'
edward81- *thinkingthis--* now that's either a little kid or a midget.. oh wait, that's >my name inserted here (in my defense, i was wearing flat little flip-flops instead of my usual 3-6inch decks)
conversation with another friend:
me: why are you picking on me? why does everyone pick on me for being short?
friend: because you're a cute little kid!
another friend: she's not a kid. she's 18, she's an adult
me: yeah!
friend: oh my freaking gosh. you're kidding me right? you look like a kid!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
a mental patient friend of mine said this to me and i quote word-for-word exactly what he said:
"there is something wrong with you..."
mwuhaha. of course, i can't really blame him. i had just finished describing how fun it is to poke out the eyeballs of a squid... lol
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
'give me a fire that inspires all the world tonight..'-toby mac, fresher than a night at the w
'i've never known a fire that didn't begin with a flame. every storm will start with just a drop of rain..' -nicole nordeman, brave (i think)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
song:
'i know you keep a journal and every page is rippled
from the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble
cause words can't describe what you've been feelin' inside
it's like thousand foot walls, and they're still on the rise
but look up
to a beautiful sound
and see for yourself you're not that far down
and know this,
i cannot love a little
my promise to you is unconditional
and i'll keep the light on, baby
just keep the course, you can weather the storm
i'll keep the light on, baby
you've come this far, don't you ever lose heart, now
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere
i know you're all alone in a crowd full of friends
i can see it in your eyes that you're fadin' again
checking out, moving into your hole
where the light can't touch any part of your soul
but hold up!
and let the river rush in
you can turn around and start livin' again,
cause your life
is a beautiful bloom
in the image of the One that created you...
i'll keep the light on for you..
just keep the course, you can weather the storm
i'll keep the light on for you..
you've come this far, don't you ever lose heart, now
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere..
just turn around and i'll be there
i'm moving into your atmosphere..
i'll be there...
said i'll be there
said i'll be there
said i'll be there always forever
said i'll be there
said i'll be there
said i'll be there always forever...' -toby mac (w/dct), atmosphere, from the 'diverse city' album
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
my fav poem of truth is a poem called 'ideals of a good person' by Jaden, here on allpoetry.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4663309#
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