Me? I guess you could call me an artist, a poet, a musician.. I draw because I love the feel of a pencil sketching, a paint brush creating, and the feel of a brand new drawing when you’ve been working on it for hours and you can finally see the finished project. I write because it’s better than crying, better than seething, better than keeping all these feelings inside me bottled up, better than keeping the truth to my tortured mind, my tired heart. And I love the feel of putting your heart on a piece of paper, letting it all go, sharing it with those who care… And I play music because I love the feel of piano keys under my caressing fingers. I love to hear the music you only hear on cds and music coming from an inanimate object, and knowing that I created it, that no one else can put the same feelings I can into a song, because they’re my feelings, giving the song my personal touch, and I love that. I guess I’m an artist, poet, musician ‘cause I just like people to know whats inside me, instead of judging me by whats on the outside, you know? __________________________________ Blonde hair, just brushing her slim shoulders as it shines in the light. The front of which just barley covers one eye. Curling under in some places, and over in others. Spirals form at each end, just above one ear. Streaks of darker brown expand when wet. Shining with light. Blue, riverlike eyes, pupils just barley there, the light is so bright. Blue flecked with a rim of green in the centre of the iris. Eyelashes and dark lines encircle them. Eyes glowing with unnatural light, she looks back at me with such intensity, I feel the need to look away, but I can't. Sparkling with hope. A round nose, with just one little spot right on the tip. It seems to fit perfectly in the face, and yet it sits in stark contrast to her angular lips. Slightly parted, with small, well hidden scars that speak for themselves. These lips filter information, depending on who the eyes see. Sometimes concealing, others, revealing. Sometimes spouting, others, they are simply sewed shut. Sometimes twisted into a grin of pure hatred, others, revealing no feeling, and sometimes they collapse and let out a thousand sobs of unexplainable grief. Sometimes pulled into a wide, laughing smile, others, pulled down to match the eyebrows, in a gesture of strong dislike. I look in the mirror and think "Who is this person?" |









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I'm a psychic amnesiac. I know in advance what I'm going to forget.
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Let us be like a bird for a moment,
perched on a frail branch when he sings;
though he feels it bend,
yet he sings his songs...
...knowing that he has wings.
- Victor Hugo
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"Let's go on living our lives heroically, with style."
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Sunyshore City Pokemon Gym Leader: Volkner
The shining, shocking star
Icon made by =masterplushie01
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Sunyshore City Pokemon Gym Leader: Volkner
The shining, shocking star
Icon made by =masterplushie01
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If you use your head, you wont get fat even if you eat sweets. I'll give you this strawberry if you keep it a secret O.K? You spin my head right round, right round.
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