thanks.:)
little plush tiger sitting in a lonely corner staring at the pitch black wall pondering on if this tiger could have a heart and live a life......
stitched up like a good little puppet that i am people taking ahold of my life moving my arms, my mouth to what they want what they think is...
Running through the woods feeling the light breeze through my flowing hair tears flow from my eyes wanting these feelings to go away who...
your welcome.:D
The tiger inside of me jumps out each and everyday always showing people who i am... and thats being a loveable tiger Always playful and clever...
:) yea im gothic cuz of my poetry music and what i wear. But i love being me. thanks for the comment. Ashhy
Giggles.I dont have the zombie-like cravings like eating brains and stuff i just put it in the poem cuz thats what zombies do and wanted to...
lol i just did today.:) Giggles i only write what i feel and depends on what it is. Ashhy
giggles. Hmm does it really seem like im a zombie? giggles some more...i guess i did my job on this poem then. I wanted to write a poem on zombie...
lol no im not a zombie. I just feel like it at times but im not a real zombie. hehe ashhy
thanks guys for the comments. Ashhy
thanks.ill look them up and read their poetry. thanks ashhy
hey. thanks for the comment. Sorry about that im still kinda new but ill keep that in mind. Thanks again ashhy
How do you break this awful curse always feeling the need to eat human beings just the taste of them makes me excited but i dont want to become...
thanks. Ashhy
Shadows of the Night shadows of the night lurk around every corner of my innerself trying to take over my soul The shadows smell my delicous...
Standing here in my lovely white tiled bathroom I look up at the mirror leaning forward trying to see deep inside my soul All i see at that...
Im lost in this broken place once again everything i say comes out wrong, and dont mean it. Stressed and weirded out takes a toll on my soul...
Thankyou for the comment. Your the second person to say that i show my true self in my poems. Yet this is the only way i see to cope with all the...
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