| I have a very wide range in tastes. Flip through my favorites; you'll probably find something you like. |


Lake of SoulsOn a fine line between wind-whipped desert-lands And cutting, shimmering icicles, A vast stone basin rests in obsidian stone. Liquid gas, like silver silk, laps at its diamond rim As ghostly light flashes from the frozen mist. Above, stars cry tears of sick yellow As the fumes of the frightened sting their eyes. Dusk reigns heavily, and neither ice nor fire survive, Here in the Lake of Souls.Lake of Souls
Pained cries weave in helpless chorus, Echoing off mirrored walls, Punctuated by bodiless hissing and soft rustling. Faces materialize from the dank air: Small girls, to


You're Beautiful, You KnowYou're beautiful, you know. You don't see it because you're afraid to love yourself. You need to learn to forget about the shadows lying behind youYou're Beautiful, You Know
And focus on the rainbow that glistens beneath your skin.
You're sweet, you know. Your goofy grins hold so much concern and gentleness. There are no spirits you can't lift, no laughter you can't spark. Nothing can beat your gentle touch or your warm hugs.
You're strong, you know. You're not afraid to jump in mud puddles or change lives. You make your mark solid and dark. Don't let anyone hold you back; you deserve mor


Word-WeavingI wield a pen as my paintbrush, and I load it with sights, smells, and heavy ideas. With ink, I stretch the fabric of myself across a patient page.Word-Weaving
I tell of small rooms darkened for comfort. I tell of angelic pigeons that flutter weightlessly on puffs of wind, their backs hot under feathers warmed from the searing sun. I describe clouds that tumble across one another; that swirl in eddies and churn up lightning as yellow as butter. Rainfall is not just for dancing, nor just for tears: jeweled rain plops on waxy leaves and drops into powdery dust, rolls from asphalt to call blind worms from muddy caverns, and rat-a-ta
La seguridad

FrostEmbrace I breathe darkness Embrace Frozen in a moment Embrace I close my eyes Embrace Into the hereafterFrost
By the lake you held me close Frozen in a moment Now the sun sets as I slowly Fade into the night
Nightmare Is it too late? Nightmare Can I redeem myself? Nightmare Chilled to the soul Nightmare Alone or just too blind?
You held me close to you I disappeared I am the winter rose you clasped Frost in your hands
Not alone I have returned to you Not alone
| I have a very wide range in tastes. Flip through my favorites; you'll probably find something you like. |
| Small knives make big wounds, and I’m tired of pretending they’re innocent. Every living being has a voice, and I’m bored with pretending the earth is mute. I am real, and I’m sick of others treating me as though I am only a paper doll. The world is a beautiful place, and it pains me to hear others complain that it isn’t. I have my own shape, and it hurts too much trying to squeeze into someone else’s mold. Move out of my way, Narrow-Minded. Shut the hell up, Arrogant. I am me, and no amount of whining is going to change that. |
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Aidyl
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By the way, (this might seem horribly naive and weird and I probably shouldn't say it at all, so I'm sorry for that...) I couldn't imagine having my country block a website. That must suck.
Happy Trails!
CM
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They laugh because we're losers... We laugh because they just figured it out.
You stare because Im different...( 0.0) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) I stare because you're all the same.
I am me. And honey, thats something you will never be.
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Aidyl
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Well, I'm glad you get some dA time. All artists need "critique"ers.
Happy Trails,
CM
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They laugh because we're losers... We laugh because they just figured it out.
You stare because Im different...( 0.0) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) I stare because you're all the same.
I am me. And honey, thats something you will never be.
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They laugh because we're losers... We laugh because they just figured it out.
You stare because Im different...( 0.0) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) I stare because you're all the same.
I am me. And honey, thats something you will never be.
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Some people are like Slinkys; they serve no purpose, but they always make ya smile when ya push 'em down the stairs.
What's on your mind?
CM
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They laugh because we're losers... We laugh because they just figured it out.
You stare because Im different...( 0.0) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) I stare because you're all the same.
I am me. And honey, thats something you will never be.
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Some people are like Slinkys; they serve no purpose, but they always make ya smile when ya push 'em down the stairs.
Yeah? Well I hate....having to watch my friends get hurt by some idiot who doesn't know better, then watching them try to cover it up, as though it doesn't bother them.
I also hate olives. Oh, and I like to squish my pancakes as I cook them so their NOT fluffy. 'Cause fluffy=dry, and dry=gross.
Nah. I don't use chat....much.
CM
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They laugh because we're losers... We laugh because they just figured it out.
You stare because Im different...( 0.0) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) ('.'= ) I stare because you're all the same.
I am me. And honey, thats something you will never be.
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