mirror mirror on the wall...

she opened her eyes and saw a mirror, within the mirror she stood smiling back. her eyes where light, her smile carefree. and her hair was short...she didnt have short hair..narrowing her eyes she turned around and saw another mirror. a child with red hair, long all the way to her little feet, dreams in her eyes, a laugh at her lips. confused she turned again and saw cold as ice green eyes glaring with evil and hate. there was no smile on her lips, her hair was that of fire, and power. looking away she saw one more mirror, pain and fear. tears of blood running down the tomented face of herself.  her lips parted in a silent scream that she could only hear in her mind. she turned and saw the carefree face again. she heard a singing, then to the child, she heard laughing, then to the evil was the battle cry then back to the pain where she heard the blood freezing scream of torture. the woman closed her eyes and her hears, screams echoed and the song was nothing more than background music of the war of power, mixed with the laughter of teh child making it sound demonic and teisted. screams echoed louder, as if there where thousands of painful screaming faces. where was she in the hall of mirrors? which did she belong to? they where all her, all loud and bright, she couldnt close them out of her mind. how can they all be her? the loudest, the power and the pain, so rich and fearing. overwelming her mind. breaking her heart.  she tried to run from each face in the mirrors, but mirrors where everywhere. screams, taunts, laughter, and errie songs over and over gain, the eyes changed to mocking eyes, the soudn got louder and louder, and she was lsot within the hall of mirrors, she was lost within her self. who was she? who is she?

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I wont be on for the next week or two!!!

As everyone knows, i live with my grandparents...i just got the news that my grandma's father is dieing, So we are leaving to where he is and we wont be back for a week, i got to go to a funeral......i dont know how to feel, ive never met the man, but....my grandma is going to be all upset... so yea....if i am in a fight with you, i am so sorry, i will get back as soon as i can!

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NOT MINE!! But i am a theif, this is how i feel sometimes.

Silence the Butterfly

by Amanda King
Copyright 2002 All rights reserved

Silence the butterfly as it flies through the sky
Softly is floats, waiting to die.
Try as it might, dreams have been lost,
The world grows cold, chokes through the frost.

Silence the butterfly, dark whispers in the night,
Telling your secrets, stealing your sight.
Watch it now, killing your friends,
The sun is setting, this is the end.

Silence the butterfly as it drips with fresh blood,
The raven crows, drowning in the flood.
It closes its eyes, but its all around,
Life is dead, no peace to be found.

Silence the butterfly as it smells the sweet flowers,
Patiently it waits, hour after hour.
Darkness is dawn, in this sweet butterfly,
Dawn is now dark, as you close your eyes.


 

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forgive me...

This morning, I found out, that my grandmother, Whom i love with, has lung cancer, and its worse than she thought at first. So She is going to go under the knife, I dont know when, but they will take out half of her lung....She might not make it out...around the same time that is happening, my grandfather, whom i also live with, will go under the knife for a blockage in his legs... So if I get mean or b!tchy, please forgive me. I can be snappy and 'looking' for a fight, mainly with my closest friends...So if i go to hard or say something too harsh, I will apologize...but please...I am sorry.

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To you that read my fanfic

Sorry for not responding in a while, im having a hard time thinking of how to make it really good, i havent forgotten about it, im just working on many thoughts right now, please dont forget me, I am sorry for the delay. thank you for your time. ^^

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To all my friends!!! Read PLEASE!!

I have had some problems with Logan, and his lies about everything. He has told nought but lies to everyone! ELUSIVESTORM is Innocent to everything, I belive him, i have reason to belive him, As the logan that i new or thought i knew, as been talking to me, Telling me slightly what is going on, AND Elusivestorm as been doing the same, His acount was hacked, THis person claming to be logan ran his name though the dirt, did everything he could to mess him up, and this is the reason he gave me, and a threat to both Me and The Real ElusiveStorm,

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i'll leave you all alone as long as you promise to never talk to or interact with him again, or i'll just ruin it worse for him as everyone still thinks he did all this lol. He should have never declined the offer that my girlfriend and her sister were giving.
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This is who I am.

Everyone knows I speak low of myself. I dont have a selfesteem. But i feel It is time I told everyone what i am, really. who i was born..How i became the person you all know. or you dont.

I was born to a single mother. I lived with her and her mother, which im living with again. I was and still am a dreamer, With passion and hope for everyone. I can see the light in the darkest soul. Sometimes i can bring that light out. I dont give up on anyone.

When i was four, my mother and my step father, and I where in germany. Living in apartments you know, the tall ones. One night, shortly after i had gone to bed, the apartments right next to ours blew up, a woman was made at her neighbors. So that night, and the next day, me and mom where giving blankets and soup to the people that had know where to go, from that, i learned to look after others, to watch over strangers, to leand a helping hand. To this day, i still do that.

When i was three, same place, My family and i Where marching, I cant spell what it was called but it was a hike that was 10 killmeters or something like that, it was long. Anyway i feel down into a dich, my father couldnt get to me, i couldnt see them, it felt as though i was lost, with tree's as green as anything else, the birds, the animals as free as in a jungle..i could hear them, but i couldnt see my parents, So i walked off, like father told me, till he could get down and get me. an hour latter. That taught me how to trust and not to be afread of the world around me, and to trust my inner gut. and my family. it also gave me a love of comfort to the wild worlds.

my mother taught me to not judge anyone by what they did. I did alot that i shouldnt of, but i learned from that. My past is shattered and torn by what ive been though, what i did to others, for that i value life. i value peace of mind and heart, I value friendship, no one is perfect, And i dont want anyone to be, without flaws, there is no true beauty! 

When i was 14 years old, I had something i never had before, Two friends, at the same time. we where so close, had so much fun, But I saw a girl, just like me,. she had no one, know friends whatso ever, So i walked over and befriended her. My other two friends said no, either be friends with us or with her, not both. I looked right at them, and i said bye then went to the girl that had no friends.  She had done some not cool things in the past, but it was cause no one gave her the option of the right path..she didnt know which way to go, cus no one helped her. so i did.

Now others may question my friendship with others. I have one thing to say, You can acept me and my friends for who we are now, and now what we where, or you can find another. I will not leave the ones in need alone for something they did in the past. For that matters none to me, what matters is what they do now. what i do now that shows who and what i am.

I am weak to points, but i am strong as hell at others. I have a fire that burns with passion as many of you know, I understand what others dont get, I can see what others miss! I can think things though, differntly than most others could even try. I will step before a truck to save a friend..a stranger, an enemy. I would die for anyone of you, just so you would understand what friends mean to me..

I had very very few friends, many kids poked fun at me, they dissed me, and turned against me, even ones that called me friends turned away and stabed me in the back, but i still would help them to this day. for that is who I am.

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this really sucks

this fucking sucks, really. I cant figure anything out, it slows my computer badly. I lost a friend from here cus he couldnt handle it. and im thinking of leaving aswell, i dont want to but this site lost it's warm cozy feeling. now its all white and cold. like everything is out of touch. slow. it takes a while for the posts to show up and you cant see who posted ahead of you when you post, till you refresh your page, you cant tell who's on and who's not, nor what time they post, and you all deleted every post anyone did for the last two days, some of it was hard work that we put into this site, and now its gone. I cant figure out how to up load images, nor much of anything else.I dont like it..i like the old way better. it was funner. this isnt.

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this really sucks

this fucking sucks, really. I cant figure anything out, it slows my computer badly. I lost a friend from here cus he couldnt handle it. and im thinking of leaving aswell, i dont want to but this site lost it's warm cozy feeling. now its all white and cold. like everything is out of touch. slow. it takes a while for the posts to show up and you cant see who posted ahead of you when you post, till you refresh your page, you cant tell who's on and who's not, nor what time they post, and you all deleted every post anyone did for the last two days, some of it was hard work that we put into this site, and now its gone. I cant figure out how to up load images, nor much of anything else.I dont like it..i like the old way better. it was funner. this isnt.

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screams in the night.

Lost in the darkness of time, of thought, of pain, and of hate. Fear washes over her soul as she huddles closer to herself, if that was even posable. Her knees pressing hard against her bare chest. Her long arms wraping around her legs. Fingers locked wtihin themselves hidding in her thick wave of hair. She hides her face from her tormenters that watch her from the shadows, staying just out of the only light that shins over her back.

Cracks of the whips fell the air like blood in the waters. Pain, sweet deathly pain smears her body. she could feel the warmth of her own blood as it dances over her burning flesh down to the cold dark ground of stone.

The song of the whip is fallowed by the pleading crys of her voice in a painful scream. She will not beg, nor seek help, For she new it was her own fault. it was her own sins, her own thoughts that brought this pain to her.

The song of the whips crys against the cold air only to be warmed by her hot blood.

The cold feel of the room is reflected in her lost green gaze as the girl sits on the tree branch looking over at the swaying dance of the wheat in the feilds before her. The wind kissed her hot smooth back. Her lips parted faintly, and shivered as she could hear the cracking of the whip, Yet all the blood, all the tears, all the pain, was only within her heart's mind. Hidden by her wild green eyes.

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