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kinda bored...
Hey, be free to visit my xanga too:
pomegranate_cows
yeah, weird, but my boyfriend did it and neither of us could come up with anything so I came up with the 1st word and he the second. Thank you for commenting in my journal everyone!! heart heart
Firebrand_Pommae · Mon Oct 24, 2005 @ 09:19pm · 0 Comments |
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These are all the people who commented on my poems or just randomly in my journal(yeah, I'm that desperate):
Wild_Dreamer Windednight
Firebrand_Pommae · Thu Sep 29, 2005 @ 01:24am · 2 Comments |
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First day of high school starts tuesday!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!! crying gonk
Firebrand_Pommae · Sun Aug 28, 2005 @ 08:12pm · 0 Comments |
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hmmm. no one ever comments in my journal. I have a lot of friends. But no one sees the real me.
Dark as midnight
oops, i shouldn't have written all that....
Caution: beware, random unfiltered randomness ready to explode without prior notice. Advance with caution.
BUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! rofl
Firebrand_Pommae · Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 03:28pm · 0 Comments |
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I'm really bored, and no one on my friend list is online!! crying gonk And my siggy won't work right!! scream gonk
Firebrand_Pommae · Wed Jul 20, 2005 @ 12:44pm · 0 Comments |
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A poem for Fiercenight2... |
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I'm only putting one for right now, and it's one of my favorites:
Child
He huddles in a dark corner, Dressed in rags to serve as clothes. Mussed, tangled hair and red puffy eyes, Tear stains on his cheeks. Child shivers in the chill air of the cell. Soon his father will wake, soon his nightmare will continue. A furious bellow brings forth a small whimper of fear. Child closes his eyes and hopes to die of terror, If only such a thing could be done. Unintelligible yells grow louder as his father approaches. Pain slaps through the small child and he lets out a scream of anguish. Pain continued to fall like rain but sting worse than a thousand bees. Screams and wailing rip through the air, People hear them, but they do not help, they only forget. How can such a precious soul be sacrificed so willingly? Child, why must you suffer? Angel mother, let not your son be forgotten! His father steps back to relish the wounds. The boy, Child, stands up. His eyes no longer portray pain, But instead something stronger: Love. An angel gathers Child up in its arms, The boy is taken to a place where he is finally loved and free. The father screams his defeat: His master will be most disappointed. Red appears in a swirl of crimson cloud. Black fire consumed them. Forget not Child. Two pure soft white angel feathers float down and touch the cold basement floor. Love conquers all. Forget not Child.
Firebrand_Pommae · Tue Jul 19, 2005 @ 04:39pm · 2 Comments |
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