Consider Yourself Warned...

Warning: I curse, I do somethings you may disapprove of, I have "adult" content writing and art.

If you don't like it, scram. It won't change. Haha.

Who Am I?

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Macomb, Illinois, United States
I'm a seventeen year old girl with some issues and a passion for writing and weird things. Insomnia and depression, a bit of an attitude as well. Ignorance is NOT bliss, I can stand unintelligence to a degree but don't push it, seriously. I enjoy body modifications, I have several. The darkness is my friend. I'm a Junior in high school, I'm ready to begin life. Yeah...That'll be all for now.

3.19.2011

Hey There...

I'm at a loss for words.
I literally just lost my voice.
Yay...

2.01.2011

Bitter Nature. [Poem of Mine]

The skeletons, skeleton trees.
We’re empty, empty--
Starving because everything has fees,
But sucking everything dry until it sways limply.

Nothing like what it was, is it?
You damn well better feel guilty, you caused this.
All your fault, all your fault. It’s due to your stupid shit.
You sealed my fate with a single kiss.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. How could you?
So easy, you didn’t even notice as you made life hell.
It was never true
And now that I’ve opened my eyes, I can tell.

I’ll lick my wounds from the rough, rough bark
And get used to the loss.
I’m no longer afraid of the dark,
I belong obscured by the moss.

Change. [Poem of Mine]



Something metamorphic is happening.
Change is, change is.
It’s tearing me apart as my heart beats, everything quickening.
My heart, it rages.

A tattered, bruised tart. My heart.
I’m cringing, splintering, and slipping
As my metamorphosis decides to start.
There’s something within me that is ripping.

My sanity is but a shred
Of what it used to be.
Now it’s all wearing thin and I’m afraid of what’s in my head.
Splinters and fragments, it’s changing me.

My eyes are burning as I go blind,
Hexed to bear the memories.
I’ve seen it all and now I’m loosing my mind
To all my past furies.

All the words fill my head, circling and shouting.
It’s deafening, the roar of every word
As my thought process begins rerouting.
My ears want to bleed as I hear the prettiest lie I ever heard

It’s all okay now. No, it never was and there’s a chance it will never be
But after this sudden change, nothing is the same.
Not what you think, smell, hear, feel, or see.
This is change and now you’re ready for phase two of the game.