poemThe Gothic Poet walks down the streetpoem
And stops at the bus stop
She posts one of her poems for all to see
"What do you make of me"
"Am I a freak or am I oh so chic?"
"Dressed in black - am I a tiger or a pussycat?"
"Read my words and you will see"
"A deeper soul lies within me"
She sits at home and paints her self-portrait
Slightly distorted - this is the way she is viewed by the world
She walks on down to the art gallery
And posts her portrait at the entrance door
"Do you want more?" &nbs
last chanceHe Covers His arms to hide the scars He Remembers someone saying no one cares who you are. He bOught a ticket and came tO the dance. He Gave sOcializing One last chance. He Sat iin the back frOm everyOne he fled. He cut up hiis arms and cried as he bleed. PeOple kept away as he Bleed On the flOor. Tears Ran dOwn hiis face as he Bleed sOme mOre. "What is he doing?" "How longg has he cried?" They asked as they watched thiis innOcent suicide...last chance
Meh.....A Vampire's Bite A girl walking down a dark alley,Meh.....
With no apparent end to her continuous path Suddenly running into the most stunning man she's ever seen They talk, She gazes into his amazing eye's, He run's his fingers slowly through her hair as they talk She's confused and scared but is frozen in place Him slowly walking toward her a little bit at a time Closer and closer She get's uncomfortable and step's back
As he simultaneously moves forward She get's startled when she realizes she's against the wall He's so close to her she can feel his breath on her neck
Devious Journal Entry
Hostile
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"There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker."
-Gabrielle Zevin
~Olivia
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I don't know what I say most of the time. >:
Duckie<3
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My parents always told me not to drink or cuss of fuck. But look how i turned out, just their fuckin' luck.
-Millionaires: Hoe Down
I really appreciate it
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Run with the White Wolf
By reading this, you just lost the game
I'm Aquilamon in dA's Digimon Crew.
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There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
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There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
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There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
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