Full Name: Dray I. Disaster
Middle Name: Innocence
I'm Dray. Feme sole. A woman, a child. I am a DREAMER and a DISASTER. I am WEIRD and WONDERFUL. Always BOLD, always BEAUTIFUL. My passions are INTENSE, my impulses quite INSANE.
I am a WARRIOR and a WRITER. My weapon is my pen. My mind has eyes as well as wings. My imagination lets me fly beyond the sky. And my pen protects me from the monster of ennui.
I'm also into aRt and cRapz. Check out some of my aRtwoRkz here: http://www.artistic-reb.deviantart.com/
Middle Name: Innocence
I'm Dray. Feme sole. A woman, a child. I am a DREAMER and a DISASTER. I am WEIRD and WONDERFUL. Always BOLD, always BEAUTIFUL. My passions are INTENSE, my impulses quite INSANE.
I am a WARRIOR and a WRITER. My weapon is my pen. My mind has eyes as well as wings. My imagination lets me fly beyond the sky. And my pen protects me from the monster of ennui.
I'm also into aRt and cRapz. Check out some of my aRtwoRkz here: http://www.artistic-reb.deviantart.com/
- Last seen on Oct 14 9:36 PM. Member since September 22.
- My mood is
, and quote is "wanna kick someone's ass bwajajaja". - I am a 22 year old woman (Philippines)
- When I'm not writing, I'm assassinating hearts and disturbing the universe.
- I have 1 comment, 143 poems, 4 stories, 2 journals
My Stories
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Twilight goes with leaves hurtling behind
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All throughout, it was Lacie and she alone who filled his life with magic. It wasn’t music. It was Lacie.1300 words, September 22. In Love of a brother
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Hot Springs, Arkansas
The dark-head young man paused in front of a whitewashed Victorian apartment in the 34th street. He eyed the place with practice gaze. The apartment st1700 words, January 30, 2006. In 200-1500 lines, Inspirational -
She keeps a small yellow pitcher she had won in the carnival. Funny how she stuffed the pitcher with pens, crayons and color pencils. Her pitcher actually turned into a pencil2200 words, 5 comments, January 14, 2006. In <200 lines, Other
My Poetry
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<100 words, 2 comments, November 26
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Lo! She is a crippled goddess
Picking her way back to Olympus, -
Love, what more befitting name
shall thee be called
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- Column: Art's Design at allpoetry
On Art…
In art, an object doesn’t have to be pretty to be beautiful. An artist must see with his heart as well as his eyes. There is vastly more to see than what appeared at first glance. In my art class, I’ve learned that you must di
My journal entries
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At least I'm not calling it a fucking puta. The goddamn cow can't seem to produce good milk no matter how you squeeze its tits. Fucking useless cow. >.<November 11, → 1 comment, Add one?
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It's not how long he's been in love with me. It's how much he has made me feel loved. He may not have loved me long, but he had loved me so strongly even just for a short period of time. It's not how much I have loved him. It's how my love for him continues to grow. I may not have loved him quite intensel
