The masked one• Show poetry

For those of you who know me, I am called Isha or Bec around here. I express my self through music and poetry, though occasionally through normal writing as well.

I love all types of music but I can't really stand HipHop or that new...i dont know how to describe it. The music out now isnt all that bad...but so much of it is just really dull and boring.
I sing, play bass, play basic guitar and I can play a melody or chords on the piano. I'm not very advanced in music right now but i have been singing for years and can plonk out a tune if need be.

Reading and writing too are passions of mine. My faveourite authors are Ted Dekker, Anne Rice, JRR Tolkein, Terry Pratchett, Francine Rivers, Tanith Lee, Tamora Pierce, Edgar Allan Poe, Stephenie Meyer, KA Applegate and Tracey Chevalier. My favorite poets would be Frost, Poe and Coleridge so far.
I also adore roleplaying, it's wonderful. I've been roleplaying since I was three years old- I am not kidding about that fact.
Apart from music, roleplaying and reading, i love drama, history, languages and vampires. I plan on becomming an archaeologist one day.

And that is me for now. Browse my poetry if you wish. It's there to be read.


Love can kill, love can hurt- but love can be one of the most beautiful things on earth


I have and love my AP family, but because it's been so long since I've updated this list, names have since changed and people have left. Just know that I do care about you guys, even if I'm not on often enough to say it as much as I should.


.*.♥.*.♥~A true friend can see the suffering in your eyes, while everyone else can just see the smile on your face~♥~


"In the sound of violins, her smile remains engraved,her sibylline image among fog and breeze.."
- Victoria Frances


A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
Then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
Darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home

And so it's there that my homage's due
Clutch-ed by the still of the night
Now I feel, feel you move
And every breath, breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutch-ed by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There at my heart is longing for
All for the love of you



"She was born an angel,
I was born a demon.
She might be submissive,
But people love the seduction...." ~Unknown