i hate you because i love you.
X*zIIIIIING!*X
why is beauty such a talent?
X*UnIqUeNeSs Is EvErYthIng....
My Ap big sis!!!!!she kicks poetic ASS!!
~x~x~x~www.allpoetry.com/blackangel-- ~x~x~x~
"Without my fxxriends,there wud be no m*.X.Usic" x x x x
Art is representation of beauty.Where is the diversity that embodies the spirit of art if the mediums and muse are all the same?
"Everything must be noticed for its foulness"
I feel like I was drawn in the dark.Some experiment of a fucked-up teenage god.
Silence is just another noise.
"All art is quite useless"
"Doubt is beautiful"
"This life cannot be the excuse for the next"
Ideas are so beautiful...Mythic.I dont want to lose them.Losing such a fertile ,mystic beauty is worse than having never encountered them in the first place.Ideas..thoughts..are such speechless things,i cannot describe.They are seeing a splitting crack of electric illuminate the very blackest of nights;when your inspiration,muse,is dead and forgotten.The creativity that is released...A thing of wonder.A thing of such extraordinate,tender joy and painful hindrance;its very perfection is in its moment of discovery,enlightenment-all meaning sought immediately destroys its very purpose.
X*zIIIIIING!*X
why is beauty such a talent?
X*UnIqUeNeSs Is EvErYthIng....
My Ap big sis!!!!!she kicks poetic ASS!!
~x~x~x~www.allpoetry.com/blackangel-- ~x~x~x~
"Without my fxxriends,there wud be no m*.X.Usic" x x x x
Art is representation of beauty.Where is the diversity that embodies the spirit of art if the mediums and muse are all the same?
"Everything must be noticed for its foulness"
I feel like I was drawn in the dark.Some experiment of a fucked-up teenage god.
Silence is just another noise.
"All art is quite useless"
"Doubt is beautiful"
"This life cannot be the excuse for the next"
Ideas are so beautiful...Mythic.I dont want to lose them.Losing such a fertile ,mystic beauty is worse than having never encountered them in the first place.Ideas..thoughts..are such speechless things,i cannot describe.They are seeing a splitting crack of electric illuminate the very blackest of nights;when your inspiration,muse,is dead and forgotten.The creativity that is released...A thing of wonder.A thing of such extraordinate,tender joy and painful hindrance;its very perfection is in its moment of discovery,enlightenment-all meaning sought immediately destroys its very purpose.
- Last seen on Jan 5 10:47 AM. Member since November 10, 2006.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 38 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""x.freaky styley and proud.X"".
- I am a 16 year old girl (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a stoooooodent :P.
- I am in the groups The Inkwell, lost in this world
- I have 38 comments, 37 poems
My Poetry
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Those dark,satanic mills.. / How we'd laugh in that uneasy way,and cough;and turn away with a lump in our throats.As a shadow embraces us.They were always there,lurching,heavy;remnant and ominous.At night,in the twilight st
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Darling..I love your skin.
Those night-shade hues that subtly move in your eyes when you laugh;when you cry.Although I hope you do no -
A darkened hood....It peers around.She could smell,taste the malicious discontent,its lies enraptured her and she wears it now like a perfu13 lines, 4 comments, April 4, 2007
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Apsinthion on August 3, 2007MIFF YOU!!!!
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littlegirlapril on April 2, 2007p'ssshh, amazing. the end. *nods*
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Apsinthion on April 1, 2007great new name!
perfectly fits ur poetry lately!
MMMWAAAH!
~rana~
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Apsinthion on March 16, 2007APOO!!!!
weird mood tonite! jst thought i drop in n leave a note in here!
looove ya!
