| such a silly naive girl i am at heart,but you wouldn't love me any other way.. |


In CyclesRide on the wave Of my broken spirit.In Cycles
As I come, Crashing down.
In a dance Slow and sweet.
Watch me fall..
Once more...


EnoughBailout Nation, Jobless claims, Markings falling Main-street pain, The state of the nation, Is corporate greed. Corrupted government and Ponzi schemes. A house of cards, All falling down, Taxing living and Bankrupting towns. For the Retirees woe, Their silent tears fall. Everything they had They lost it all. For our childrens future, So that it may be bright, We will be heard. We will unite. And for this Republic For which it stands: We'll fight the fight... Oh yes, we can ..Enough


SparkLike an island. Far off and remote.Spark
A man alone. Standing alone.
His heart is like an island. Unreachable it seems. I can only see through the looking glass, Into something distant and unclear.
The shades of pain,they swell, Like the waves heading toward His rocky shores to crest-- and die their wave death..
In his sorrow I see beauty. I see humility,behind the mask My intuition peeks behind. And with one proper spark
I could see endlessly..
| i write .. I have another account for my purely visual art but this is my writitng home.it's small and i don't have much but it usually has to come to me.so that's why.and,i am working on some stuff up.maybe if i stop being lazy and preoccupied (lol life much?)i'll work on this account a little. thevalentinegirl@live.com |
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and is highly appreciated!!
Have a zaney day!
Love
Pyros~ 0x0x0
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I am a drinker, with a writing problem!
In a world of make believe, they dont believe in me...
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Ice cream is a dish best served cold.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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~Your fears are mine then we are afraid together...~~~
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Please visit me and stay for a bit [link]
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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My Pacific Northwest Photography Gallery: [link]
My Visual Poetry Gallery: [link]
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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