| about a special someone |


Fragile HeartI hold a fragile heart in my hand, I stare at it in surprise, Thinking about where I stand, Here beneath the sunrise.Fragile Heart
You say home is with me, Don't you see? My home is with you, You help me through.
My heart belongs to you, Do with it what you will, It doesn't matter what you do, I'll be yours forever still.
My heart was black, But you brought it back, Into the light, And gave me a reason to fight.
What happens when a fragile heart meets a black one? Let's find out, I hope it's fun, I hope we scream an


Deal With the DevilI made a deal with the devil, To grant me happiness in this moment, And you make it all worth while, Although I'll suffer eternal torment.Deal With the Devil
I signed my name in blood, As he just smiled, He asked me if I understood, As if I was a little child.
I told him that I did, And I would keep my end of the bargain, Into his suitcase the paper he slid, And said I'll be seeing you again.
He put a cigarette in his mouth, As he walked away, My soul is heading south, And there it will stay.
I sold my soul that hot summer night, Tha


Smoker's WorldWanting; Needing, That next puff, Bringing cancer into my lungs, Organs rotting one by one.Smoker's World
Exhale toxins into the air, Cough up blood, Want to stop, Need to keep going.
Smoke hazed eyes, Yellow smile, Breath like the winds of Hell, Hole in throat.
This is a smoker's world, Addiction; It relaxes me, Pain; It makes me feel good, Early death; Can't live a day without one.
So here kids, Take a puff; You know you want to, Pass it around; Don't you look cool, Inhale deeply; Feel it enter your lungs. &n


i'll do anything for lovei'll do anything for love you want my bodyi'll do anything for love
it's yours you want me to do your work
it's done I'll do anything just say those three words just show you care and I'm all yours your doll to dress up and play with your maid when you need work done your puppet stuck these stings you hold controling me
sure i could leave sure i could be free but i love you and i dont want to be alone
who needs fredom anyways i live to make you happy my dreams are pointless my thoughts and ideas are just anouther whisper


Devalued.I can't stand behind my shadow for protection Though my mind would resort As he achingly works his reasons onto me Giving a collection of his temper hard onto my skin and pounding abuse that breaks through my skull. Abandoned and devalued by the ones I love the most,Devalued.
I see no sense. Love pushed me off my pedestal it sat me on, to regain it's solo place Leaving me with the demons below To eat away at my remains.


Between DreamsBetween DreamsBetween Dreams
Words are my passion, The blood that flows, In my veins And every time, That they slip out, The page gets so stained
In my dreams, I see so many things, That with time just fade away But between those dreams, I see so many things, Things that remain
My words... Are my dreams... Sometimes... I get caught in between...
Between...dreams... I see who I am, And who I used to be Between...dreams... My love is on fire, An unchained desire Between...dreams... I am ho
| Well I'm 20. I'm 5'10" about 130 lbs. I have dark brown hair and freaky hazel green eyes. I started writing poems when I was trying to write a story and instead i got the first poem i put on this site. so I kept on going and put more on here to be able ask my friends what they think of them. Now i have people watching me and complimenting my poems almost all the time...thank you deviantart for helping me get my poems out there and thank you to all of you who watch me and fave my poetry! |
Julia
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Once chance to make it happen, one dream to continue on, one hope to keep me dreaming, one love to make it all come true.
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~I mean that with all sincerity.
~I hated Edward Cullen before he went vamp.
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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Once chance to make it happen, one dream to continue on, one hope to keep me dreaming, one love to make it all come true.
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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Once chance to make it happen, one dream to continue on, one hope to keep me dreaming, one love to make it all come true.
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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Once chance to make it happen, one dream to continue on, one hope to keep me dreaming, one love to make it all come true.
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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