Life is good. It scares me. In a good way.
I've forgotten all of the emoticons for here soo...*dance*


I'm HereI see you shivering Those voices in your head Those faces in your mind.I'm Here
I see your pain Those half-healed marks Those half-dried tears.
I can't understand Those haunting words Those hopeless moans.
I used to know the man inside All I see is a cowering fear All I see is a crying boy.
I don't understand, but I'm here.
A shaken girl to lie quietly beside you.


Stretching, Blue SoulI swear her eyes never looked so blue Before she gazed at the stretching sky. She looked so long that she felt the world stop So the clouds could float gently by.Stretching, Blue Soul
I called her name but received no reply; Her ears were with whispers, soft and sweet. I touched her shoulder but she never moved; She was lost in the clouds where the strong winds meet.
Maybe she wished to escape and be free
From a world cruel, cutting, and cold. Perhaps she only wanted to fly On the wings of a stretching, blue soul.


Bittersweet DreamThe wave hit us. I fought for breath, but just as his hand slid from mine I lost consciousness.Bittersweet Dream
Murmurs. Murmurs. Voices. Darkness flickered away into hazy light and shapes. I gasped, fighting for air, only to realize I didn't have to fight anymore. I was safe.
Everyone smiled at me. My friends, family, doctors. I didn't recognize them, though. They were just faces. I looked for him in the throng of faces.
"Where's Neil?" I said thickly, forcing the words out like clay through tight mesh.
They


Slaughterhouse MemoriesI look up and feel it drying fast He looks down and thinks about the past Just beyond me gazes his sight Eyes open and wide with shock and frightSlaughterhouse Memories
He mouths a word that must be a name My blood and his, the age is the same I reach out to comfort and pat his thin hand But that hand moves, too, in that distant land
Quickly he's moving to kneel beside me "Grandpa, it's me! I'm fine; can't you see?" A stumble, a start, and his eyes come back He sees the fresh meat lying neatly stacked
As the tears flow down he turns his head Face crumpling


ReasoningDon't flatter me with lies I've heard them all before Don't spin your tales at me They're starting me to bore I understand your problem It's me you want to bed I'll give you little clues now To whats lurking in my head. The outsides just a shell I manipulate for fools The pout, the flutter and wink Nothing more than tools, I preen just like a parrot My plumage oh so bright I spend a fair few hours Getting the outside right. But it's only for show To lure the men folk in Promise them an ounce of vice And half a pound of sin.Reasoning
(God I miss the old days)
Sorry, you probably sent that about a year ago...but ah well! I miss the old days too...
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Ilanna
"I thought that after seven boring hours at school, you might appreciate one moment of pure, abject terror."
I hope your holiday season has gone well so far! Thank you so much for watching me since May. I've really appreciated the support
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Prints by Scun
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Ilanna
"At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence."
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
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