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| Welcome to Fluffy's Pictures and Poetry |
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| My name is Heather. I was born in Bethesda, Maryland on January 12, 1988. |
| My favorite colors to wear are red and black but I love rainbows. |
| My favorite shape is the star |
| I love poetry, reading, writing, expressing. One of my goals is to write a book. |
| Moment by my Side I want to prove I'm worthy, you need to know I'm here. I'll always pass a smile, and share a cup of cheer. Inside I'm bubbling over, with a pain I cannot hide. I want to show you everything, I have a beautiful side. Some people chose to ignore it. To some it just may shy. But this side I cannot show you, is hidden deep inside. Don't forget those times of loss you thought you wouldn't go on, but you did. Don't forget those times of pain, you pursued life and you lived. Right now, I feel those times that have long since phased you. Remember the people who cared? I just need someone to be there, I wish I could just share. Share a moment, Share a pleasure, just let the pain subside. Will you be there? Are you keen enough? Please tell me you're sharp eyed. Just hold my hand for this moment, a moment by my side. |
| Black Tears The blackened heart. The blackened tears. You murdered an innocent child To god it screams, to rescue it's soul, burned in evils fire. It cries to be loved, needs a new mother. It hasn't even begun. It's over now, you haven't won. It's just the same as a gun. |
| Lost Lost before the first breath, it cries in the nameof god. Who could crucify me it screams? What right have you to rid of me? To throw away an unfulfilled dream? To convinvce a judge Im unworthy? It breathes no air, and eats no food. It could have been your salvation. Taste the poison, dream the mare. Forget the night you concieved it. Live your life, but never forget, your soul will hold the regret. |
| Don't Do It She screame din fur to let her die, no questions asked, dont wonder why. The pain of life and poisoned smiles, lie in the face of a child. The crimson river flowing deeper, creting a new found Nile. The light so dim, and air so thick. Last witness to an unknown crime. |
| No Name Rotting corpse, maring dream. Begin to cry, before you scream. Look into these mournful eyes, imagine the worm before she dies. A wriggling innocent, vulgar choice. Just like societies screaming voice. |
| Fog Fog is like a ghost. It lingers above a solid ground, and blinds my sleepy eyes as I walk down a dirt road covered in rustic, fallen, leaves. Crunch, crunch. I can't see them, but I know them. I know the fog also. As it closely follows, I feel it's presence, just as the spirit within. There is no breeze. I feel trapped. The shape of my body outlined only barely, as I swiftly cut through the thick haze. I want to believe it's hard to breath, but it's not. It's as if it is resting against my aching chest; taking a break of its own. A cloud resting upon my warm body. It's fog |
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