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I just realized that the link above doesn't show any of my poetry so I shall give you some now, though I must worn you most of it's depressing...


this first one's Desert Rose, and it's a fan-poem about Gaara from Naruto and it was for a friend of mine.

i miss the names you called me
whether nice or mean
angel,demon, perfect, crazy
it's all the same to me

but i miss those simple words
"mai sabaku bara"
my desert rose
mai suna sama

simple words like these
make me tingle
fall to my knees
but you'd help when i fell

you weren't the nicest
and you were cruel
but i love you nonetheless
i'll always miss you

your bright red hair
your sea green eyes
taste of blood in the air
but your never 'mine'

ai across your forhead
a demon lurks inside
your heart filled with dread
and pain is in your eye

shadows all around
but no life for a mile
your love in the ground
guess you won't see him for a while

the day you sent me away
was the day i remember most
i'll never find my way
forever i'll be lost
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Images ((not a very good one considering it was for my art class and I wasn't in the mood to write.))

she's painting images across her bedroom walls
like the scriptures she hangs in the narrow halls
she pictures life and death and crows and doves
as she gives her only memories of pain and love
she's painting a picture of you and her alone
as you walk a golden path leading strait to home
white, pink, yellow, and baby blue
that's what she sees when she thinks of you
but then reallity comes back
and all she see is grey and black
red black blue and green
these colors tell what she's kept unseen
they say her heart knows only tragedy
they say she's lost all sanity
but who are they to judge what they know not of?
but i guess they'll just never understand
why only pain emmits from her hands
she's painting pictures of love and hate
pictures of those they discriminate
and if there is no one left to draw
imagination is at her beck'n'call
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So macabre is the little girl,
Who dresses in black and shines like pearls,
she sings in tombs and dances on graves,
hopping about in the new orleans rain,
her little black cat,
clings to her back,
she prays to an angel that sits by a tree,
and she lets her her dreams wonder free
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There ya go three of my poems though the first two weren't very good.