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The JourneyJust a desolate path, forsaken by the world. A dusty whirlwind, so feeble, dies at the edge of the path. I take a step forward and my footsteps echo into the distance. The air is heavy and smells of old death.The Journey
There are two figures on either side of the road. Each brings back bittersweet memories of the old days. The one clad in a dark polished armor, stares into the depths of my very soul. The one clad in a satin white robe smiles at me reassuringly.
The dark one approaches. I am certain that he will stop in front of me, but instead...he walks by. I approach the light one. She takes my hand and leads me to the end


That FeelingA fleeting glimpse, A haunting resonance, A chilling solace, A strange aloneness....That Feeling


HuntedI can't make excuses for what is before you, I can't explain why I feel this way, Your pulse is racing, Your fear elevating, Your scent is simply intoxicating, I have hunted you to the brink of madness.... And now you are mine.Hunted


SpiralA waltz with death, As it tenderly caresses your satin cheek, Inhale the piercing darkness, And let your simmering emotions free,Spiral
A placating sickness, However intoxicating, Is more pleasurable than it sounds, A sinful facismile that sends you into a frenzy,
A crazed notation, Grows in the darkest recess of your mind, There the dreadful seed is sown, And you become an eternal slave to hate.


Jade At Hell's GateHells Gate yawned, its double door maw swinging open and flooding the sidewalk just outside with a sea of black clothed flesh. Steam swirled up in the damp, cold, black night. Boisterous conversation and laughter swelled, overtaking the less than busy traffic whizzing by on the Boulevard. The smell of sweat, alcohol and cigarette smoke of all flavor permeated the air.Jade At Hell's Gate
Within the wealth of thin, buxom beauties in revealing skirts and tops, and the rock god beasts with flowing long hair and tight pants, an unassuming woman skulked tensely through, her head down, her black shaggy Joan Jett in the 80s style ha
| There are some artists, who need recognition. Everyone who has art in my favorites needs recognition. Go give them a visit. |
| I mostly write poetry and short stories, and I have been known to write a fanfic or two. Most of my works deals with dark themes, although there are some happy ones as well. I am a girl gamer. I have been ever since I could pick up a controler. (Yeah, we're talkin' about a little bitty thing.)So I may make refrences to some of my favorite games without warning. Music is one of my passions, and I have been known to write songs. I enjoy the macabre, cooking, and moonlight. Books/reading is another one of my passions. Quite fitting for an aspiring author don't you think? Well.... Thanks for stopping by my page, and please take the time to browse my gallery. It needs a little love. Oh, and yes, I have Twitter, follow me! @cherryblahsum |
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"You better take care of me, Lord. If you don't you're gonna have me on your hands." - Hunter S. Thompson
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"I speak to you in riddles, cause my words get in my way..."
"It is time for the geese to head south."
"And then we'll understand....we held gold dust in our hands."
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
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"I speak to you in riddles, cause my words get in my way..."
"It is time for the geese to head south."
"And then we'll understand....we held gold dust in our hands."
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To some girls, daimonds are their best friends. But for fangirls, yaoi is our best friends!>w<!
-(/-~\) Rieka
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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"I speak in braille, so you can feel me."
"To each their respective perspective."
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"I speak to you in riddles, cause my words get in my way..."
"It is time for the geese to head south."
"And then we'll understand....we held gold dust in our hands."
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People Are So Busy Living They Don't Know Their Alive ~ J. SiPlE
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"I speak to you in riddles, cause my words get in my way..."
"It is time for the geese to head south."
"And then we'll understand....we held gold dust in our hands."
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