Name: Dillutional to you. I'd tell you my real name...But then I'd have to kill you.
Age: Somewhere between one and one-hundred...Guess...And if you get it wrong then I chop one of your limbs off...You wanna know now?
Demenor: Angsty with hyper bursts
Fav Color: Lime green (doesn't seem to fit me does it?)
Hey Hey Hey. It's me again! Now I do have a story up, but it's not A Thousand Feet Up like I said it would be. I got chappie one of it done, but I'm afraid that I have a terrable writers block on chappie two. I also didn't like the way the writing style that I used was turning out. So therefore, instead I have up a substitute. As The Ivories Run Red. This is depressing and angsy just like almost all of my work, so no change there. I do have to give some credit for this to L. Kantenseter.We had a conversation about our past experiances and she gave me the initial idea for this story.
I'd have to say that I don't mind the way this one's turning out, but if you would leave your reviews at the door, I'd appreciate it.
In a note to my poetry, I thank you for bearing with me through all of my spastic writing. I'm trying some new styles so bear with me. Also my three year anniversary with my wonderful boyfriend is coming up, also, the one year anniversary of my cousins suicide is coming up. Most of my poetry is focused on one of those two things. A little bittersweet, huh? Tell me what you think of the new styles. THX!!
Upcoming Chapters:
As The Ivories Run Red, Chapter Three: perfect family: I'm working very hard on this chapter and if you have any ideas please e-mail me because I have a terrible writers block.
Upcoming Stories:
None as of yet :) But I do have some promising prospects
Poems will come as I write them...Randomely
Words for thought:
'You cannot bleed, where there are already scars.'
'Everything is poison, nothing is without poisonous qualities...It is only the amount that makes it poison'
'Time heals what reason cannot'
'Only so many tears are granted to you in your lifetime. Once those tears are gone, you only have blood left to cry with.'
Note to readers:
Warning: Most if not all of my poetry is depressing and angsty...Along with most if not all of my stories. If you don't like it, don't read it. So I don't want to hear flames about how depressing, angsty or trajic it is...Thank you.
All of my writing is made from, or inspired by my personal experiance...If you don't like that please go away. Thx and Ja ne!
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