thestorygirl

I'm in. Most of this is based off of me. Name- Auburn Miller Age- 16 Parents- Lisa Miller and Hephestus Appearance- Tall, slim but with obvious muscles. Her hair is ...

YAY!! First to reply!! I stood there, On cyberspace chat And watched you stepping back.... How can you step back on cyberspace? Again. And again and again and again. Sometimes ...

With dark wings of a presise art, bending and folding into sinister shapes, they dance on the walls in the half formed light. They cast a glowing light on the ...

Well I personally LOVE SpongeBob He is cute and square and has a great fashion sense. Sweet-natured little yellow sponge, your He is sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!! Like cane sugar, but yellow. Yeah. ...

I am like an apple and you a knife. Good simile! You slide into me carefully, placing yourself delicately in me. This strikes me as odd, but I get the ...

Bow at the flooded white alter, made of bones and sand, and worn away by dust. As the ancient scripts wither so does your ruined soul, and the dark beauty ...

The addiction is sweet I’ve heard it if not a thousand times, So many broken hearts, So many paper lies. And still I demand I push and I shove and ...

The trees have lost their green the trees have lost their leaves the wind blows cool again I feel young again. I don't like the whole two agains in one ...

As if I were invisible, you ignored me. But the day came when you bloomed like a flower. You were beautiful, the most beautiful flower I'd ever seen. But you ...

As the sun melts below the horizon, and we say our last "goodnight", Why is goodnight in qoutes? I can't bear to turn my back until you're out of sight. ...

Okay I will reveiw your poem again. Death is that moment when you close your eyes and your heart stops beating. As you lay there your soul flies away to ...

The achingly sweet cordial filled my mouth, with every sickeningly awful word my prolific mind. Was my accursed life not good enough for the Black Angel, or was I too ...

Hearts cold and faces frozen in anger, we threw ice at one another with our mouths. They were icicles of previously silent retributions and precious truths we had not dared ...

Here is my poem Losing :smt001

As that last breath escaped your lips, it's ashen smoke forming in swirling rings. I bowed my head, and waited with bated breath. I listened for the simple sound of ...