~christania7
christina hill. - Status: Member
- General Poet
- Female/United States
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- Deviant since Jan 19, 2008, 12:03 AM
- 20 Deviations
- 63 Deviation Comments
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Recent Deviations
freshshake me up and weigh me down strip me of these heavy gowns bathe my feet in honeyed oils save me from my rotten spoils down the road my steps have taken me dirt and stone taken the place of bone the setting sun has opened my eyes to see as the world in darkness is a place of drones my mind is clear, the shackles gone enlightened anew, imagination spawned mine is a journey now fresh and clean to a path few others can say they've seenfresh
in Open on 4/26/08
arisedark winds, a rush of steel clouds, a downpour of acid tears- and a flower in the midst. howls roar over it cowering, wilting under the strain of a million little needles- all prickling its sweetest depths. the softness- its unblossomed courage, stricken down, bleeding in a chaos of hurts.arise
confusion wracks it-
innocence won't allow it to accept the lies it must live with. an infected symphony starts to play, its poisoned melody creeping into the drooping stem, corsing through its once nourishing veins. the roots begin the inevitable rot. a stench
in Open on 4/26/08
the spiderspider tangled up in your own web of lies the flies swarm to taunt you- master of your own demise. fool in the darkness of your seething belly, put on that false, crooked smile now, let the fraying strings lick you on the wind. cry your hissing laughter- a mockery of true joy; dew drops mingle with spit as you splutter curses of hatred. caged in your own torture device-the spider
and there are holes in your bones. the icy wind sings through them as the flies' swarm grows larger. to the west the sun rises on this day of irony and as a gray dawn envelopes the world, the
in Open on 4/22/08
let themwounded and bledlet them
a bruised fruit thrown away, she's given all she could give left in the trash alone to rot she's taken it further and discarded herself forsaking the pain she is bound to- drinking the tears before they could flow. let them feel the pain, she shall be invincible she shall turn to iron. to fire. to stone.
to bone.
let them feel the pain.
in Open on 4/18/08
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- Current Age: 11-07-1989
- Current Residence: florida, us
- Interests: poetry, reading, painting, acting, playing the violin
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings trilogy, Pan's Labyrinth, V for Vendetta
- Favourite band or musician: too many to mention....
- Favourite genre of music: i like a little of everything
- Favourite artist: many
- Favourite poet or writer: Tolkien, Croggon, all who are honest and truthful to themselves and their passions
- Favourite photographer: oo.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod.
- Shell of choice: fred the turtle's. :)
- Skin of choice: soft <3
- Favourite game: tetris!
- Favourite gaming platform: uh, chess board?
- Favourite cartoon character: squidward, piplub!, gary the snail.
- Personal Quote: "simehoo. it means i love you in muffy language."
- Tools of the Trade: my little tattered notebook, pencil, all paints, and my violin
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congratulations
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There is nothing left, yet, all I can do is stop and stare, when my life once had care
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Humans made their own demons drugs, alcohol, gamble and chocolate....
The clubs I'm in:
~FlowerLovers*Close-Ups
~Warriors-Fan-Club=BeautyClub
=flower-club=Nikonist
*Pet-Portraits*Zoo-photographers
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See my Etsy store
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Come and join PoetryPlease!
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NOTICE: Sexual harassment in this area will not be reported. However, it will be graded.
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Everyone feels a certain way for a reason, when you read a person’s poem you’re glimpsing at their very soul
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"But shun profane and vain babblings: for they will increase unto more ungodliness." 2 Timothy 2:16 (KJV)
My homepage: http://timshomepage.net
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Profile: [link]
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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
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Look @ my Gallery [link] No Pressure!
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Member of *Ex-po-zure*TreesWithCharacter*PhotographersClub
To see Sunsets, Snowflakes, Lightning, Macro, and more, please visit my gallery!
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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
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"These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume."
-Romeo and Juliet
Look. Now
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The body is a blank canvas, waiting to be drawn on. Each line represents a memory, each wrinkle an experience, and each scar a battle overcome - Me
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"Yesterday backwards, today backwards, everything is going backwords. Tomorrow has to come. The happiness clock will tick by, click click. Rokkugoh, rokkugoh, rokkugoh, speak to me!
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Caffeen and sugar the two main food groups...
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