-deep breath-
I wanted to delete this page, but I thought it would be a shame.
I have some good poetry here. Good, raw, genuine emotions from when I was just 13 years old until present.
Presently, I am feeling despair. Not even my beloved formation of words can build any type of bandage over this gaping wound of mine.
It was made swiftly and deeply, and it will take a very long while for even the slightest bit of scar tissue to form over this wound.
Will time be on my side? Will love, will fate?
A good part of me has died. My muse was slaughtered. I feel as though my soul has been bled out through my tears.
Anyone who visits this page, thank you for glancing.
My poetry sucks, but it's pieces of all my unsaid words, deformed and tormented thoughts and dreams, this is what I shared with you, my love. So go ahead and turn a blind eye and a blind heart.
I have been made the fool for hopefully the last time.
I wanted to delete this page, but I thought it would be a shame.
I have some good poetry here. Good, raw, genuine emotions from when I was just 13 years old until present.
Presently, I am feeling despair. Not even my beloved formation of words can build any type of bandage over this gaping wound of mine.
It was made swiftly and deeply, and it will take a very long while for even the slightest bit of scar tissue to form over this wound.
Will time be on my side? Will love, will fate?
A good part of me has died. My muse was slaughtered. I feel as though my soul has been bled out through my tears.
Anyone who visits this page, thank you for glancing.
My poetry sucks, but it's pieces of all my unsaid words, deformed and tormented thoughts and dreams, this is what I shared with you, my love. So go ahead and turn a blind eye and a blind heart.
I have been made the fool for hopefully the last time.
- Last seen on Oct 3 1:36 AM 2007. Member since August 26, 2003.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 95 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "-A.n.e.s.t.h.e.s.i.a-".
- I am a 20 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a professional loser.
- Visit my homepage at www.aquateencentral.com
- I have 95 comments
My Poetry
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The scraping sound of my broken bones dragging across the cold cement makes me freeze
My footsteps cease completely -
It's that sinking feeling
You know, the one that keeps you reeling -
I see you looking at me, oh so tired, oh so grim
Your pale face distorts the violent masquerade that lies behind, show me how to get back to it, show me how to
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Leah Rose on September 18, 2004You like JTHM?
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Child of Caine on May 28, 2004Wow...you just keep writing some awesome peoms...I'm just amazed...so yeah I'm slightly jealous now...hehe...keep up the kick ass work, and I'll catch ya laterz! XOXO Devon
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PrettyRagDoll on May 14, 2004Squee! Oh the cutest little kid ever... I want him.
Now I am going to go look at your stuff.. 
