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 I am an eighteen year old girl living in Ontario. I live with my parents. I have friends, family, a charming boyfriend. I involve myself in music classes,Concert Band, and school.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- Bust
My obscure reality hits me from behind,
As my fantasy; destroyed, lingers in my mind.
Then my reality
destroys my mentality
leaving me broken and bruiséd
with memories so decrepit
that I can't choose
which ones to keep or lose.
An everlasting gale
untold in any tale
in which I can't escape
Without a plan encloaked with a cape.
Then one night I began thinking,
and linking
all my depressing thoughts unspoken
deserve a bust to keep unbroken.
Then I began to ponder
in all this earth's wonders
as a jolly
turns into a folley;
just as the sun fades
upon the suttle calm glades.
As I lay thee down to stay
my body, abandoned by my soul, delays.
Decays and wastes away;
desolated I suffocate. - My Nightmares
Your haunting me;
like a pallid nightmare
to an obscure reverie.
I close my eyes,
Yet I cannot sleep;
I cannot eat.
This pain deteriorates my ever so cool disguise.
I'll hide from you;
I cannot let you go
nor can I forget
the way I fit in your arms; brand new.
I cannot escape this pain;
a dull knife to the chest,
Please help me rest!
Push me aside, out in the cold rain
that used to be my bright sunlight.
End my misery;
Preserve my memory.
Put me on a metal table under pale morgue lights.
I'm falling off the face of the earth,
Ever so fast.
To my mind rushes my past.
Dig my grave; a plunging depth;
I've contemplated this for so long
So happy to be dead and gone. - Cruel Tendencies
Violently battling with a life so dull.
Drowning, struggling to strangle a false hope with never ending possibilities.
Killing himself with isolation,
yet surviving longer without desolation.
Such is a paradox;
is this life so wasted
that so blossomed when a love so cruel did surface.
And with that love so cruel came a life
too good to be lived for long.
And as fast that love turned sour,
did that life so wasted
So slowly become non-existant.
Demise
Moonlight stretches across your shame.
Your eyes; so tormented
soften at my own shame
The curves of myself,
paralell against the ridges
of your faith.
So vulnerable, so beautiful.
Tracing the lines of your space
with the tips of my fingers;
entraced.
Brushing back the long brown mane,
softly touching your lips to my fame.
Fulfilled with a glow so deftly granted;
humming a song, so few.
Our heartbeats mingle together; in rue.
Gathered, completed, a complication so new.
Moonlight stretches across my shame.
My eyes; so adoring
grace at the sight of your shame.
So Vulnerable;
so Tormented.
So Tragic,
so Fragile.
Beautiful yet Devious. - Earth's Last Hope
The empowering serenade of the creek water
overpowers me;
into a state of delusion I wander
and fade away.
Surrounded by nature's greatest achievement,
I flounder,
and ponder what this life is really
meant for.
Seemingless we destroy Her bounties;
without a conscious
we devour and destroy her
beautiful counties.
Unseen is our true reason for a
belonging.
In these suttle yet left-behind lands,
these rolling, forested mountain lands;
flat and meeningful wheat-filled prairies.
We devour and destroy her
beautiful counties;
unseen is a true reason for a belonging.
Even in these highly poulated wastelands
(Which we created)
destroyed the beautiful beighnen lands
to create what is now a highly populated wasteland.
What prophecy has now been overseen,
for us to destroy such lucious
Sanctuaries?
For we ignored that prophecy;
an idiocy to be forever remembered
And forever regreted.
We devour and destroy Her
Beautiful counties;
Unseen is a true belonging for us.
In a place, a sanctuary, where one
can ponder every daily problem;
one really sees what hast been done.
The indecency, to Her greatest acheivement;
Neither worshipped or sanctioned
will wither and die.
Yet we still do not stop!
We devour and destroy her
Beautiful counties;
with no conscious, no bearing.
Unseen is a true belonging for us;
in this world so cold and hated.
Our beauties are destroyed!
No one stops to think,
To help what She created.
From being ripped apart
and torn from this
overpopulated indecent mistake
of what was so beautiful.
All of Her creations; Her creatures.
We devour and destroy her
Beautiful counties;
Unseen is a true belonging for us...
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MY NEWS:
At the last Symposium that the Internation Society of Poetry held, I was honoured there. I have received a few awards, like Editors Choice for 2004. Its a shame that I have never been able to get the funds to make it to a symposium to take part in it. Thanks to the Internation Society of Poetry, I have also gotten an email from Noble House Publishing about my poetry. Noble House had asked to publish some of my works in a book for various artists coming out. I am very excited. Im awaiting news on the book and anything else that may be going on with some of my works. If any readers need to contact me, feel free to message me on the site, your message will be read and applied to immediately. Thank you for taking the time to read some of my work; I look forward to hearing from anyone interested in business.
More samples of not only poetry but also novel work, journalism and discussion can be found as well by messaging me for more!
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Niagara Falls
State/Country: Canada
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