LOVES: the color cerulean, the night, birds, dogs (my dog specifically) , eating, specifics, New York City, writing (poems, fanfiction, stories, essays.... etc.) , reading (medical books, fiction, romance, mystery, comedy, manga.... etc.) , cars, a challenge/competition, laughing, talking (decent educated conversations) , comedy night (which is every Friday for me) .... and other stuff.
HATES: condescending idiots, racism/sexism/xenophobia, clowns (wtf) , Hannah Montana, Myspace, Facebook, egotistical morons, morons in general, all insects, .... etc.
*Please comment on my poems and don't be afraid to be harsh or critical. It will be very appreciated.*
Her heart is not of rubies,
Not of diamonds, nor of gold.
Her heart is not of ice
Yet her heart is just as cold.
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Dedicated to my deceased older sister, Anastasia.
Because of you I'm in love with birds.
With their flawless feather wings and precocious onyx eyes.
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This is the end.
Today's the day,
I take my worthless life away.
I won't look back,
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To all the children who never returned home.
Little Annie didn't know,
Only her heart was made of gold.
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To my old man (who's really only in his late-thirties) . I love him so dearly. No one can understand how weird I am and be the same exact way.
I absolutely love my father,
I'm so proud to be his daughter.
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