A Little to know
It's been awhile since I had anything up here beside character sheets and other things. So a little about me I suppose would be that I am an older gaian meaning I'm over 18 so little boys please don't hit on my. I know my characters are cool and you wish they where real but PLEASE rememeber that the people I play are just characters and not always a reflection of myself. I have a three year old son who will be four in Novemeber. I'm engaged to a wonderful man so don't think you stand a chance. I do roleplay in romantic roleplays but again please remember that they are only characters. My favorite holiday is halloween just because I think it is soo darn cute since I have a child. If it helps you any I'll be 21 March 14th. If you did the math that would make me 17 when I had my son. I don't regert a single mintue of what happened so please don't try and make me feel bad about it. I don't believe in those stupid shows about teen pegrantacy. I'm sorry to bust your bubble but it NEVER turns out like that. I don't believe in God and please don't preach to me on how I should. My dad died when my son was only 6 months old so I have decided that if God is indeed real then he doesn't care how we feel.If your still reading I'm surprised that you wheren't offend and you have the privilage of knowing a little more about me. I am jobless at the moment but I used to work at a truckstop so anything kinky thing you can say to me I've probably heard it! BY THE WAY!!! Please do not call me an emo because of my name. The name Caged Lark came from a very beautiful poem.
Other Gaian Names:
Violet_Ann (Orignal changed to Yomi)
Yomi_Mei (hacked)
Beautiful_Razor (changed to Caged Lark)
Caged Lark
She tried and tried to make me sing,
That sick girl in the wicker chair,
As with my bleeding breast and wing
I beat the bars in my despair:
She said, "If you belonged to me
This moment I would set you free.
"I've half a mind to reach your cage
And open wide its door of wire,
The Matron would be red with rage:
'Who slipped the latch?' she would inquire,
And if I said it was not I,
Would God forgive me for the lie?"
The lone girl in the wicker chair
Is very low and soon must die;
Like sun-flower golden is her hair,
like dark anemone her eye.
So beautiful, so soon to go . . .
Fain would I sing to ease her woe.
She whistles with her scanty breath;
To make me sing she tries and tries.
Her face is like a mask of death . . .
If I could cheer her as she dies
I'd break my heart remembering
The melodies of ghostly Spring.
I'll cease to beat my bars in vain,
With panting beak and wings outspread,
because I see it gives her pain . . .
Look! How the sunset kindles red!
At once on wings I used to soar
I'll sing as ne'er I sang before.
What joy lights up her wasted face!
Her gladness is beyond belief.
Her blessing is above all grace,
My rapture has alloyed her grief. . . .
I'll sing and sing, caged souls are we,
Beseeching God to set us free.
By Robert W Service
I LOVE FRIENDS SO DON'T BE AFRAID TO ADD ME!
This is my dad!
Art by iNollin
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Eh its a cold i have to get over it.
Im good. Sick but good.
Glad to see someone understood it.
waistcoats and beautymarks
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// o hai♥ //
I like your character, your good at rping. ^ ^
And thanks for helping keeping my Rp alive. ^ ^;;;
I was gone for a bit.
Well awesome name then! xp