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Whispering ReflectionsWhat can we do? You ask me through stained glass, Only one reflection is cracked, While the other's eyes wander. Echoes ring through hollowed hearts, Shattering already broken bones. The flesh rips open, pulsing and alive, Shivering in the presence of the heart, Of the pure soul, From where our sighs slip, Escaping the twists of time.Whispering Reflections
Taking a cracked shard of mirror, One observes no reflection, Suddenly horror stricken to realize the truths among lies. Whispering lips brush each shoulder, An invisble arm reachs out to tip the broken mirror,
by ~Venerrah
Sick HobbieBroken hearts, Burning fire, Here lies hidden earthly desires. Stinging tears, Silenced lust, My fingers scream to touch.Sick Hobbie
Walked away with a saddening shrug, Pulled even further away, With a turned back to us. What's said is stone, It could crack and break. What our souls do, Our hearts will take. What hands can teach, Controlled emotions break free and overflow.
How timid are we, Sinking our last ship set out to sea, The tides everflowing time, memory, Let's us fade and forget. What a fun sick hobbie, full of lost t
by ~Venerrah
Scorched Truth.Raging fire, screaming as it rained down, Quenching Earth’s cry for salvation. She is put to rest, her warnings unheard, Her pleading silenced forevermore.Scorched Truth.
The breath stolen from your lips, Leaving your lungs gasping for her grace, For the sweet essence that keeps us all alive. What have we done, how are we the selfish one! There is nothing more to see, feel or breathe.
The realization of the overwhelming, dark pit of hell surrounding, Swallowing us whole, Is so blindingly righteous and just. Our souls be damned, if ever we get a second chance! Wh
by ~Venerrah
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Mental illnessEyes, boaring into my soul, As my heart struggles to see truth beyond the horrid folds of fiction The faces, the voices, digging me a cavernous hole My mind is being buried as my life twists and burns with frictionMental illness
Sideways glances hide repulsive glares of death
Blinding me, extinguishing my breath
Hollow futures mark my track Stealing time from my understanding My past has gone and it’s not coming back And they call to me, ever so demanding Where do I go? What do I do?
Agonising screams echo in my head My footings lost, I have no tread So
by ~Dragon-Dame
The Stranger They LovedThe people of Forliner Were happy and healthy In their little village On top the green hills.The Stranger They Loved
Until the day when A man came to them All covered in beard And with a robe in hand.
He said to them: “I am here, You have waited, Many years for me”.
The people looked at him And replied: “Who are you whom we wait?” They said all at once.
“I am your son, Your father, Your mother, I am your friend, And I am your brother”.
The people heard this And laughed for a bi
by ~BarrenCroe
Crystal Lightby ~Valr
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- Current Residence: Inside your pupil.
- Interests: Various crap. Anime, Yoga, Opera/singing, Books, Nature.
- Favourite movie: Alice in Wonderland, The Frog Prince, The Purple Unicorn (don't ask..)
- Favourite band or musician: Currently Depeche Mode
- Favourite genre of music: Techno, oldies, and rock of all kinds
- Favourite artist: Amy Brown
- Favourite poet or writer: Robin McKinley
- Favourite photographer: Russel Matsuo (friend)
- MP3 player of choice: winamp
- Shell of choice: I'm not a turtle nor a crab.
- Wallpaper of choice: Some anime picture.
- Skin of choice: I live in it. Yes, willingly.
- Favourite game: Super Mario RPG
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2/PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Ryoshin--makes life worth the trouble.
- Personal Quote: Go piss on a tree and cool off..honkey.
- Tools of the Trade: My loose marbles and bare-hands get the job done.
- AIM: Venerrah
- MSN: Venerrah@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: Venerrah_crystal_guardian
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