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Little Arisa,aged fifteen, had a family tight and mean Beaten and tormented,because of her looks desprate to escape ,she lost herself in books
one day her mother found her reading her sisters special books, so arisa copped a beating the the rest of her books were taken and she was left to become depressed day after day
Christamas came by and out of the blue she recived a present a porcelain doll,with hair the colour of the moons cresent a card attached to the doll, inside it said: "if you looked like this you might get fed!
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by ~Im-a-Believea
His Envy and His AngerWhat do you do when you want something you cannot have? His Evny & His AngerHis Envy and His Anger
What do you do when everything feels so dull and lifeless? You lost all that’s close to you, well almost. When everything you know has come to question you You seem lost and out of control.
There’s nothing surrounding you but your own kind You envy his girl you never wanted it but still you do. His anger has scared you to a point you can’t recall, And you know she’s scared of losing you both Deep in your heart you love her dear But in your mind you should steer clear &
by ~Im-a-Believea
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The Whispers of a Dead ManThe soft whispers of a dead man's song, Slipping through my fingers, Tumbling silently to the ground, And mixing with the pure earth, Until the soil is tainted with a dead man's sins, Seeping deep into the dirt, Stemming from the roots which make a man,The Whispers of a Dead Man
The soft whispers of a dead man's song, Stay there while the rest lies to rot, A dead man is made one with the earth, And one with the air we breath, The screeching and howling of a man, Moves swiftly through the wind, The soft whisper of a dead man's song, Sits quietly sig
by ~spinachmuncher
The WorldThe cries of the world, Running away, Running from reality,The World
Running from the pain, Soon it sinks deep into our skins, It's hard to feel the difference anymore, Between the laughing and crying of the world, Soon it will weep gently, Trying to slip by, Unnoticed, But it is still there, Dead inside, From the constant crying, Soon it will be, Dead for us too.
by ~spinachmuncher
Fading AwayDripping from your life, The memories slowly fading away, Dripping out of your mind, Your eyes search desperately for more, As it slithers away, You whisper for it to come, But it slips along, Your voice lands on deaf ears, You wish there were more, More of these memories, The ones that are cherished,Fading Away
Your heart aches, Your arms ache, You reach for the fading memories, You reach for more, Hands grabbing at the air, Arms flailing about, Searching for the touch of it, The feeling of the memories sliding back in, Is what you y
by ~spinachmuncher
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- Current Residence: Australia
- Interests: My mates and my bf Graphic Arts and litrature
- Favourite movie: Harold and Kumar 1 and 2
- Favourite band or musician: NICKELBACK
- Favourite genre of music: Rock,metal punk got and emo
- Favourite artist: M.C Esher and Marc McBride
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Rodda
- Favourite photographer: David attenbourgher
- Favourite style of art: Anime and photography and photomanip
- Operating System: Windows (Wants an apple)
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Classic 80 gig
- Favourite game: Final fantasy Series, Disgaea hour of darkness ,Jak & Daxter and ratchet and clank
- Favourite gaming platform: PC,Xbox360,PS2,DS
- Personal Quote: Reality is for thoses with no imagination
- Tools of the Trade: Computer
- Email: blackmage_29@hotmail.com
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