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LEFT OR RIGHT?There she stood in the middle, Head turning left and then right, The rain close to falling down, The thunder seconds away.LEFT OR RIGHT?
On the left there was a short road, Many trees and branches in the way, Not a lot of light shining through, The journey would be rough but brief.
On the right there was a long road, Few trees and everything visible, Except for the dark passage on the end, The journey would be passive but long.
The decision impossible to make, What was good for one of them, Was always bad for the other one, Time ticking and rain c
by ~nika021
Pretty BubblesThe water was almost boiling hot, One foot first and then the other, Gradually drowning her body, Until she felt warmth on her neck.Pretty Bubbles
Her movement a slow motion, Taking her time sitting back, Her staring at an empty ceiling, The rippled water and its noise.
Her eyes moved downward, White mountains around her, All different sizes and grouped, The perky see-through bubbles.
The countdown had ended, In she goes head included, Underneath the steamy water, Blowing out all of her air.
In the surface she found herself,
by ~nika021
The Human CigaretteAshes to Ashes and Dust to Dust, The line death tells to us all.The Human Cigarette
The human life is a cigarette, Long and full of something, Addictive and threatening, Which fire can disintegrate.
The pulling and exhaling, How others suck it all out, The passion of being alive, Then breathe out the waste.
The fire extinguishes slowly, Never in a hurry to destroy, The smoke surrounding us, Drowning out the world.
They pretend it’s some magic, It was there and now it’s not, In truth it’s always still there,
by ~nika021
There is a PlaceThere is a cliff at the end of the road, It marks where she falls deep below, Where she buries herself in misery.There is a Place
There is a river behind a cottage, It’s the place she drowns herself, There she cleans off all of her sins.
There is a tree next to the river, Giant with branches roaming free, Underneath she hides from the world.
There is a road she follows, Eternally long leading no place, While her legs waste and tire.
There is a race of water drops, That fall like rocks on her head, Her face turns up to find answers.
by ~nika021
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- Current Residence: dominican republic, santo domingo
- Interests: life... people.
- Favourite movie: too many!!! >>> interview with a vampire, prozac nation, ever after, anything with johnny d
- Favourite band or musician: um... MyChem, Paramore, LinkinPark, etccccc
- Favourite genre of music: alternative, rock, kinda punk, but i listen to everything
- Favourite artist: My friends!
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Higgins Clark, etc...
- Favourite photographer: LOL um.. my mom and Fernz! ;)
- Favourite style of art: gothic i guess or philosophical?
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: Soul Calibur 1,2, and 3
- Personal Quote: ill never be what you want, but ill always be what you need
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- AIM: mon1ca021
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