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Hometown:
Portland, Oregon
Relationship Status:
In a Relationship
About Me:
i am 33 years old and i write gothic poetry. that seems about the only thing i can call it. i love dead art. photos, drawings there's something beautiful about death and decomposition. i make my pictures with words. i hope i can find a forum for my art.
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Favorite Music:
all music except rap and modern country music.

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nothing

nothing Spiral downward into darkness, ever descending into the fire. Not feeling the flames as they seek to consume me, not wanting to wait for that time to arrive. Pain is real but only for those who can feel. I cannot. Bliss in eternity's kiss, cradled in deaths cold steely embrace. My heart aches for what cannot be understood. It feels like a weight on my chest. My breathe is stolen from my chest by an invisible hand, the pain grows. This I can feel. Why has he come to see me? Will h… Continue

Posted on April 13th, 2008 at 4:50am — No Comments (Add)

Succubus

Alone we begin, Harsh unforgiving light, air forcing itself upon us, forcing us to live.The darkness a first memory, noises toys like giants, people jibbering like idiots, If they only knew who I am. The first steps a child takes begin the journey from safety into the cold. School is a nightmare endure the constant loneliness or endure the constant teasing ,both just another form of torment. To grow up knowing you are bad,evil. What if someone sees the ebony, the oozing black infection within my… Continue

Posted on April 7th, 2008 at 4:47am — No Comments (Add)

a work in progress

yup that's right a work in progress. i will be adding to my profile later but right now i don't have the time.

Dala

Posted on September 15th, 2007 at 6:30am — No Comments (Add)

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At 10:33am on May 29th, 2008, Angorafax said…
Hey there cc.

Really enjoy the writing.

Keep up the excellence.

Regards,

'fax.
At 4:41pm on May 3rd, 2008, Shadow Lord said…
Hey Hun,
I started a really cool site I would love to have you come join as you don't have to be a metal head to join. Here is the web address: http://MonstersofMetal.ning.com Hope to see you there soon. Please add me as one of your friends and please accept me to add you as one of my friends there too.
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Shadow
At 5:12pm on October 31st, 2007, Rufus said…
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At 11:37am on September 17th, 2007, Jack Daniels Wendy said…

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