--Rowyn
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f r o z e nWhite clouds of mist staining the heavy indigo air Breathing deep that frozen energy Absent of the scent you used to bring. A crack in the flawless surface That the smell of ice cannot fill. It seems so empty here. Or were you ever there to begin with?f r o z e n
An open path winding among the dying arms of trees Clinging so tightly to what few leaves are left. The rest have fallen, And lay dying in the mud. Dry shreds of what used to thrive in shades of green Stir and flutter around me. Temporary veils to hide the pinpricks Of tears that are threatening to fall.


...angel...She always signed her letters with love... Never her name. Just that four letter word settled neatly beneath lines of graceful script. Nothing more, nothing less. Just love. Somehow it fit....angel...
Maybe it was because no one knew her name, And maybe they didn't care to. A youthful beauty so unlike any other But also blessed With wisdom far beyond her tender years. They knew her face... Her violet eyes and ebony hair. But her heart was a mystery Left to those with too much time to waste. But maybe she wanted it that way.
A few saw her as an a


+T.o.g.e.t.h.e.r...A.g.a.i.n+Take back all those things you said. The lies, at least. Repeat whats true so that Ill hear it again. And feel as I felt so many times before. The time when I adored you is long gone But its still vivid somewhere in me. I know because I feel it. I still feel you. Fleeting but present Everywhere and nowhere all at once The yearning, the hope, nostalgia that I cant seem to shake. And wistful wondering of how things would be different, Because I know nothing would be the same.+T.o.g.e.t.h.e.r...A.g.a.i.n+
Silver glows from indigo heavens And jade streaks


Portrait of a SoulSapphire eyes fixed on fluttering pages Skin tainted gold from the smoldering embers. And the smell of ash thick in the air. Burning is the only thing I know to do. Hopefully my tears wont put out the flames. Salty and hot on my cheeks, my jaw. Cold on the floor.Portrait of a Soul
Tainted black with a false front Of shimmering light ticks and many colors. Most of mine is dark. To match the shadows of a ruined soul. Beautiful once, Fading now. Because of circumstance.
I sometimes wonder if theres anything left for me. Anything at all for me here.


Our HistoryREAD AUTHOR'S COMMENTS FIRST PLEASE!!!Our History
Our History
When you had your first crush I was the first to know.
We told each other things we told no one else. You are the only living soul I confessed my darkest deed to. Although even then you didnt understand fully. But maybe that was because once again I couldnt bring myself to tell the whole truth. I trusted you honey. More than I trusted anyone else in the whole world.
But things are different now.
I admired you You had all the talents that I was proud of. You were like me but


PolarityPolarityPolarity
Can you feel it between us? Things could get interesting. Like and unlike are we. Rivals. Equals. Enemies. Compeers. Opposite numbers.
O yes you feign superiority.
You treat me like Im below you, no different. And yet you fear me. You sense there is more in this glitter behind my eyes. You sense my power. You respect and despise me.
O yes I feign superiority. Laugh at your ignorance and oblviousness. You crawled back, little stupid pathetic girl-baby and I call you weak.
You are weak and I am ugly. We are right.


My Secret ShameMy secret shameMy Secret Shame
Unhealable wound of guilt and pride My deepest secret, my darker side My strongest regret, my most terrible sin You can lie without but not within.
Bittersweet apple The angel did fall The one mistake that twisted it all Destroyed what Ill never have again My fall from grace, my secret shame.
The line is crossed; there is no turning back. Rotten and sickening, one of seven so black. Filled with disgust at this mark on my soul. Ive transgressed; Im scarred, never again whole.
Bittersweet apple


January 18thThere was no blood. It wasnt messy. I can honestly say, I feel no envy. No bitterness. No self-pity. Despite how I moan, it was curiously easy To hear that word, it didnt break me, Didnt crush me though it should have. Maybe Its the state you're in. Who in their right mind Would envy you? The pain I feel this time Is nothing on what you face every day. For once in my life, I can truly say With no sarcasm, Honey its ok. Of course you forgot. And in this masquerade It was just a favour. From a normal friend. Do you know that I know? ThatJanuary 18th
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Show me what it's like to dream in black and white, so I can leave this world tonight. Holding on too tight; breathe the breath of life, so I can leave this world behind.
I am checking out your other sites.
Perhaps you shoudl start a fan club for me
Thanks ^_^
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Thary:"How many people have you hurt that badly?"
Me:"Do you count the breaths you take?"
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Jahi:"We're so going to hell for this."
Me:"You are. I'll just get kicked out again for almost taking over."
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(Yes, I realize it's another account but I've still got to show my appreciation
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Thary:"How many people have you hurt that badly?"
Me:"Do you count the breaths you take?"
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Jahi:"We're so going to hell for this."
Me:"You are. I'll just get kicked out again for almost taking over."
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Proud to be part of*100ThemesChallenge
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Thary:"How many people have you hurt that badly?"
Me:"Do you count the breaths you take?"
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Jahi:"We're so going to hell for this."
Me:"You are. I'll just get kicked out again for almost taking over."
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Proud to be part of*100ThemesChallenge
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[a]nd to my son-in-law, John, I leave a meter of good, stout rope with which to hang himself
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