Pretty as a Car Crash…

May 3, 2008 at 10:12 pm (life) (, , , , )

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she went from an elementary where life was carefree and looks and
popularity didn’t matter much. and growing up they realized she needed to be
hidden from prying eyes so off to a junior high with jail-cell walls she was
sent. until she understood it was her place to reign and the friends she
made were sort of priceless but if the world was perfect then nothing would
be, so her world couldn’t be set free. again her fate was decided not by her
but by the angry gods jealous of a creation so fine; plucked from her safety
she was sent to earth in the form of high school where everyday was a
fashion show and it took a while for her to know that not all that glitters is
seemingly gold. life gets by, she’s still alive, and now you’ll see she’ll strive
and even soart through your murky skies.

Two Doves

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Flames to Dust…

May 3, 2008 at 6:30 pm (Sad Poems) (, , , , , )

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Breathe LifeBreathe Death

why must all good things come to an end?

Ps- this is my original work

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