

.Mirror.I am not what you see, but the mirror besides me might be. Or most likely the cyrstal tear, that holds all my true fears..Mirror.
I cannot stand this place. Why am I here? Your presence disturbs me so. I demand you leave me, too.
Maybe you leaving is a good thing. It would set off a tiny bell to ring,
along with colorful birds willing to sing; in the dawning of my new dream...
I live in a reality far from here. Could it be on the other side of that mirror? Even in T.V., RPs, movies, and books; a world with magick and people aloof. &nb


...Confused Love...What is wrong with me? I cannot say... It's a mass of vile poisions, that flow through my veins....Confused Love...
I act fine, as if nothing's wrong, yet my insides churn with rage. I cannot sleep, nor can I feel. I think I'm about to fade.
Is it you that I desire? Maybe an object I just admire... This blaze of complicated design, brings about my currect demise.
If I hate you, would the attacks stop? Or would it increase all that you mock? I do not know, nor do I wish too... Maybe we'll know when my departed cat mews.
You have sparked an


RomanticismThe girl is so bright and cheery today I wish I could go back to claim that lifeRomanticism
A youth’s innocence is truly carefree Much like the sea and it’s eternal depths
A young child and heavenly god Both so different yet much the same thing
Creatures of a majestic lifestyle In this magnificent world of nature
Beings that live beyond our realm of life A place of beauty and serenity
Possibilities far more numerous Is the life of a youth with timeless truth


Hell's WenchI am the wench they all wished dead. I am the terror that tainted this Earth. I am the screams you hear in the night. And I am the blood splattered on the walls.Hell's Wench
You confused, poor soul I was never a saint. Pain, sorror, and desecration is what I wrought. For I am what Hell has spat onto this Earth to paint
it's grotesque portrait of your broken faith.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Please visit my gallery here [link]
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My Website : Pascale Marry
Forgive my broken English .
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~ in vino veritas ~
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live here and now...
How are you?
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