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Sometimes- wait, no. Let me start again. People never understand me. You think you do? Think again, if I cant understand myself, then how could you?
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- Jan 27th, 2007
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- Oct 12th, 2008
About Me
I'm a girl that lives, same as you, nothing different, only my taste in music how I dress, what I like and many other things. No reason to judge me, I'm just a human like you people. I'd like to thank cocogurl16, jxss, and liveevilnow for the feedback. =] I hate writing sites because they hate me but I continue to write because my love of writing drives me on! I plan on making my own writing site... *sigh* oh how I shall dream of that day... Shit I'm going to need a better computer >.
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Latest Journal Entry
May 9, 2008
Poem
For the Raven/ress that may feel lost,
but that always finds what can be never lost…
Lost & Found
Hollow footsteps, cloaked by night
Of sadness known through tortured sight;
The willow weeps for solitude
As Owl moans a gloomy interlude.
- Reflection in the glossy lake
“If I should die before I wake…”
A tear shatters the silent face
That seeks solace in this deserted place.
Wind whispers through the willow’s leaves,
And Owl, perched high, silently grieves.
The glow from city lights afar
Swallow whole a falling star.
A wish upon the trembling lips
For peace. A raven gently sips
The water near his honored guest,
But soon flies to his hidden nest.
Weary beneath the flowing cloak,
The traveller rests against an oak
And fights the lure of heavenly sleep
-”I pray the Lord my soul to keep…”
Forever lost, each journey taken
Plagues the mind; the nights awaken
Troubled visions, thoughts of yesterdays,
That seem like beacons - lives away.
Random comforts cannot ease this soul,
For knowledge takes its weary toll
‘Pon one who suffers with each breath,
Who slept once in peace, then awoke in death..
~ Anonymous ~
I really like this poem, I wish I knew who wrote it so that I could tell them how great it is!
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