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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:45 pm
Even I like art I enjoy it as much as singing plz post art that you like to share here ^.~
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:49 pm
I like to sing and use the computer .. I see you like the art ^.~
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 5:15 pm
my art is poems:
Love is hate
Hate is love
Pain is joy
Joy is pain
New is old
Old is new
i love he hates
my pain is there joy
im new at skool there old
My love has gone to wast
My love has moved on
There joy is is my pain
My screem are dround out
LET ME LIVE FREE
Let the sun shine on this rainy day
Love is what makes the world go round
Love looks like a bride and groom
Love sounds like Him saying "I love you"
Love feels like a rollercoaster
Love smells like some rotten milk
Love tastes like moldy lemons
Love....... Its just a word.
I guess its time to give up.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 12:06 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:06 pm
my art iss singing an tis peom that i wrote on a realy bad day.
PAIN
all my life is, is pain.
misery.
lies.
death.
and more pain.
my heart crumbles with it,
in a black vortext of hate.
trapped in walls that speak,
wall that understand.
while others think i am unstable,
so do they really think they know me?
and the power that i own?
do they realy feel, do they realy understand?
of course not.
they will never know.
the thinkgs hidden with a painted grin.
so i sit here and wait, wait for them to come in the night,
come to take me away from a world they will never know.
but what ever they may try, they can pry and pry and pry, but the fools will find that i can never realy die.and so i wait, with my pain and misery.
wait in mystery.
trapped in walls of white snow,
with all my knowlege of MY world,
that they will never know.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:40 pm
poetry is true art.
The Cheshire Cat
He smiles to hide the pain.
He does it so that they'll just leave him alone.
Trapped in a place where everyone is mad.
He tells you which way to go.
Even though he doesn't know the answer himself.
He smiles to stop himself from going mad.
He fades.
So that he doesn't have to feel the pain.
His smile stays.
So that he can finally stop.
He stays in the trees.
Cause the shadows are welcoming.
The Cheshire Cat
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:38 am
I like to draw, sing, and write stories, I suck at singing i think but people say that i'm good, but i mostly write messed up, sad, or disturbing stories or i put all three of those elements in the same story. what i draw are of Gothic or Emo people, and the type of singing is screamo.
All stories i write will be on my profile or in the new form Stories & Poems, but they appear on my page first, wahmbulance Beware though my stories do get really graphic and sick so there not for the faint of heart
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my art is drawing 
