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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 7:38 pm
 Welcome to this little place where my strange poems and stories flow.
Basically I would like to share them with you.
And if you have anything to say go ahead. I welcome comments/criticism/conversation.
^^>welcome/contents
>about me
>poems:
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>>>reserved***art in here are avatar oc pics I've collected from various artists***
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 7:44 pm
 Yannay is me. She is very changeable... ABOUT ME: Pen name: Louise EbonyAge: 15Gender: femaleLikes: writing, drawing, photography, music, volleyball, badminton, swimming, CHOCOLATEDislikes: hot days, mosquitoes, seafood, misunderstandings ^^ Who is Cyra?
Cyra is an original character that I created. I like to think of her as my soul sister. She is part of me in a way. The sad bleak part of me. ninja
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 7:50 pm
>>>poems
The poems in this section belong to
First Days
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 7:56 pm
>>>poems
The poems in this section belong to
The Witherings
> Bulldog
> Dark River
Bulldog
Snarling Bulldog
once you were tame
your fur was soft
and untouched
ready to play
to bound out onto the yellow world
to sniff the sweet air
to nuzzle my cheek
we were to be the best of friends
Before I met you,
misguided hands grabbed you by the neck
pulled the hairs out
and shoved you in my face
again and again
I hear your growl so often
again and again
rebounding headaches and hate
at the mottled wrinkled face
ever so present
you so ugly
again and again
the pungent smell thrust up my nose
I could vomit and choke
Snarling bulldog
I snarl harder at you
once we could have been friends
to play in the golden sun
but I only see ice chips in your eyes
chilled like the cursed icy core within me
and all I do is back away
from the crudely proposed friendship
insentive and cruel
wanting to smash you endless
as you did to me
Dark River
Just when did this begin?
The dark tumbling thoughts?
The first dark trickle tainted an innocent frame
then came forth the dark river
that floods the dams, banks
and overthrows me to despair and madness
The question of why the river came to me
and why the people up north
"fixed" its course
Did they know the river was leeched with doom?
or they saw the glitering fool's fish
and built their life around it
to proper, they say
to live, to uphold themselves in a golden market-
full of flase trinkets
The town up north
old, wise and ancient
huh, and we must follow out role model?
to gather fish that turn to dust?
Overwhelming, too powerful
the river comes and floods
what do you do when a flood comes?
wonder at the dark depths
is there really any fish?
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 8:09 pm
>>>poems
The poems in this section belong to
Phoneix
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 8:42 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 4:42 pm
>>>stories
the stories in this section belong to:
The Witherings
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 4:43 pm
>>>stories
the stories in this section belongs to
Phoneix
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 4:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 5:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 8:31 am
.....Like that story...really interesting...I like that story and stuff about opening your thrid eye...write more. <3
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 5:28 pm
Demonic Life .....Like that story...really interesting...I like that story and stuff about opening your thrid eye...write more. <3 thanks!
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 7:43 am
biggrin great job!!! I love your writings heart
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