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About Me Member Emotional Poet HeartlessRainFemale/United States

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Flickering tongue Of golden fire Dances gently To and fro. Vermillion and gold Tie the colors An everlasting orange Makes it all the better. Its balanced on a wick Ever graceful and unique Nothing else Can compete with its power. A odd thing God made But ever so helpful Alighting the room With its glowing warmth. Almost as if God made it like Himself To guide us through That leering dark hallway Of pain and strife. Fire is captivating So much like Him Who’s amazing creations
Bring everything to life.

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Little Goose CreekSitting on a battered stool Fluid ballpoint pen in hand Warm relaxing cop of joe Steaming the the gloom. A solemn stroke makes a word Then a sentence Then a page. The young poet smiles Rain is falling in icy sheets Trickling smoothly down the windows Splashing on the sidewalk. A dogeared and tattered notebook Across the table seems to whisper Sweet ideas and puring words As she bows her head in thought. Everyday she writes Everyday she thinks And others seem to know She is a classic in the making. Little Goose Creek
by ~HeartlessRain

Cafe PoemSitting on a battered stool Fluid ballpoint pen in hand Warm relaxing cop of joe Steaming the the gloom. A solemn stroke makes a word Then a sentence Then a page. The young poet smiles Rain is falling in icy sheets Trickling smoothly down the windows Splashing on the sidewalk. A dogeared and tattered notebook Across the table seems to whisper Sweet ideas and puring words As she bows her head in thought. Everyday she writes Everyday she thinks And others seem to know She is a classic in the making. Cafe Poem
by ~HeartlessRain

The Last BattleThe thundering bangs and heart-wrenching screams Cracks of ammo and flashes of bombs
Metallic taste of blood on their lips Almost seductive smell of soft gunpowder On thumping boots and aching limbs Running, no, fleeing from a fallen man calling out Clang, clang of bullets raking helmets
Growling and swearing of cold hearted Germans
Shooting down Americans one by one. The faint glimmer of freedom in their eyes Keeps the soul alive until the deathly bullet D-Day Normandy World War II The End. The Last Battle
by ~HeartlessRain

The True of MeI’ve made my cold walls about me Don’t treed by my side Dare come into my past Fear envelops my soul and heart I try to run in terror. You could compare my life To anything hope filled You’d find abysmal answers I certainly am not white. I’m rather a shade of dark green In the mere middle Treading on my own ground. In desperate attempts for refuge I push you all away Burying my nose in books after books To Stephen King to Mercedes Lackeys Hiding behind my poems Releasing my true emotions silently Acting like a mood swingy girl in your e The True of Me
by ~HeartlessRain

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I hate life

Sun Dec 30, 2007, 7:59 AM

Mood: Passionate
Listening to: Pim my Ride
Reading: Whatever I'm typing
Watching: Pimp my Ride
Playing: With life
Eating: nothing
Drinking: nothing

Life sucks butt. Seriously.

First of all, I have an allergic reaction to cigarrette smoke. I get sick within 2 days of exposure.

2nd, I have to spend 4 days a week at my grandparents house.

They both smoke.

What the heck is with this??!?!?! I just wanna be home!

And my moms girlfriend, and our roomie, Zanne, is in screwed up Liverpool, England with her online boyfriend, Andrew Jackson, a football addict and goes out to the pub every night. AND ZANNE DOSEN'T CARE!!!

So yeah, I'm sorta pissed off. I only get to see my mom 3 nights a week. Also, I have to stay at my grandparents Wednsday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday!!! WHAT IS WITH THIS?!?!

I don't wanna be here! I hate cigarrette smoke, I wanna be home, and did I mention I'm sneezing and my throat is on fire?!

life stinks.

WELL! What else?

Guess thats all in my sucky life. Whatever.

See you later.

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Current Residence: Manchester, KY
Interests: Drawing, writing, reading, chatting, music, Teen Titans, and the rain.
Favourite movie: Pan's Labyrinth
Favourite band or musician: Imogen Heap
Favourite genre of music: Adult Alternative
Favourite artist: Monet
Favourite poet or writer: JK Rowling
Favourite photographer: Me!
Favourite style of art: Manga/Anime
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Silver iPod nano.
Shell of choice: The Shell Gas Station
Wallpaper of choice: Something I've made
Skin of choice: The one on my body.
Favourite game: Oblivion: The Elder Scrolls
Favourite gaming platform: PC or XBox
Favourite cartoon character: I'd have to say Winnie the Pooh
Personal Quote: One who says sunshine brings joy has never danced in the rain.
Tools of the Trade: Pens, mechanical pencils, word processing programs,keyboard.