[[I love words.]]
I breathe them,
I purge them,
I live them.
They're the essence of my life, the art feeding my soul...
I paint a picture of pretty pain and hapless happiness and bestow it upon the world as my gift.
"My life is my art." -Oscar Wilde
♥♥ Char
I breathe them,
I purge them,
I live them.
They're the essence of my life, the art feeding my soul...
I paint a picture of pretty pain and hapless happiness and bestow it upon the world as my gift.
"My life is my art." -Oscar Wilde
♥♥ Char
- Last seen on Jun 18 1:37 PM. Member since August 25, 2008.
- My mood is
, and quote is "Remember to breathe". - I am a 19 year old girl (Singapore)
- When I'm not writing, I'm drifting through the swirls of my imagination.
- Visit my homepage at www.imnother.deviantart.com/
- I have 7 comments, 110 poems, 8 stories, 1 journal
My Stories
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“Things do not change; we change.” –Henry David Thoreau 1
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This is my history. My story. My life. 1
1600 words, 1 comment, February 25. In Personal -
Love, just a simple four-letter word really
My Poetry
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This is such a fantastic time to be,
the sole realm that permits me to be me. -
The hand with the crooked end struck a second,
the bell dinged and my heart leapt up like a falcon.
My other items
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- When Life Strikes, Vomit Out The Excess at allpoetry
I chew my food and I spit it out,
I hang upside down on the balance beam - If I Were A Bohemian (Philosopher) at allpoetry
I need my reality,
before I can find my morality. - 23 Metaphors of Life at allpoetry
23. I'm living on the highest cloud
My journal entries
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Everything seems so strange now. Like an apple just fallen from the tree. A bee sting on a hot summer's day. The squirt of juice from a ripe strawberry. My seasons are all mixed-up and my senses are all wrong. I don't know why. This is just so strange. I feel so strange.
