Breathe.
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since October 4.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 42 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Eyes are the window but I'll be your mirror...see all the things you're refusing to hear...".
- I am a 17 year old person (United States)
- I am in the groups The Tri-Worlds of The Omniverse
- I have 42 comments, 1 contest, 13 poems, 6 journals
My Poetry
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She stands...staring into the silence...into the moments that pass all too quickly at an agonizingly slow pace... The people are crying...screaming...silent...and she watches. The Czarina...HIS Czarina...his friend...his ally17 lines, 1 comment, November 11
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My journal entries
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Cry Little Sister ~Aiden 1 A last fire will rise behind those eyes Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie Immortal fear, that voice so clear Through broken walls, that scream I hear 2 Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall Come to your brother - Thou shall not die Unchain me, sister - Thou shallNovember 7, In Random. 200 words. → Make first comment?
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I don't get it... Something is very wrong... A bad reaction to my medication and I'm sort of scared... If things aren't fixed by this weekened's end I go in to the doctor... But I'm so nauseous...and can barely keep food down and I'm always exhausted now...and shaking... I ate a slice of pizza and thought I was
Guest Book
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Shadow of Telos : My Most Beatiful Lady... on November 10I love you, I love everything about you. You are my Queen, My Arra, My Baby, and everything to me. No one will change us, and I hope that we will stay together until you wish for me to be gone. I will protect you for the slings of arrows that all who wish to change us will throw, and I will hold you close and keep you together when no other could do such things. I am your Shadow, and I will be with you...
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Afe-la on November 10Good. You see.
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Mr Kite : Hiss, Grrr, Growl, Roar. -Marking Territory- on November 5MINE, ALL MINE, BWUAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
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Mistress Kathriana on November 5Upon the mountaintop, shrouded in shadow, attire in rugged tears at their edges. She stands, watching silently from the sideline as the procession carries on, looking down upon all the fools, then up at the one she'd known, still there in the depths of the new Queen, like embers under a fire.
The Huntress still stood, watching, waiting, ready to fight for her.
