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The leaves are singed by the sun's vibrant rays. A cold breeze seduces the bark of a tree, to make the branches shiver. One by one the leaves fall covering the tombstone of a fallen angel. For there she lies in a grave forgotten by the one she loves
My name Amelia to most and known as Lyssa to some.I am 30 years old. I am a High Priestess to Strega witchcraft and white and celtic wicca. I am also a Clairvoyant and Clairaudient. I have many other gifts. I am not boasting or bragging. Just giving you a genre of me. I love dark places of all sorts I have three tattoos and nine piercings . I am not done with the tattoos I love ink ! I write alot of dark poems, and poems in general been writing since I was 5.I am one who is very private. I am known as the keeper of secrets.I am the type of person who can relate to many situations . I am always prepared for the important things in my life. I am the unofficial "therapist" in my group of friends.I like getting on the internet and surfing it up . I like to go out and drink and be a free spirit. Just having a good time. I am single NOT LOOKING! Especially on here..I have my reasons.. Enjoy the rest of my profile.~NFA | ||
These next two writings are of the dark sort of me and these really emulate who I am inside! RANT ONE! I am the darkness behind, and beneath the shadows. I am the absence of air that awaits at the bottom of every breath. I am ending before life begins again. The decay that fertilizes the living. I am the bottomless pit, the neverending struggle to reclaim that of which is denied. I am the key that unlocks every door of discovery. For I am that of which is hidden, secluded, and forbidden! RANT TWO! I am the forgotten day of every individual’s braided life. My beauty is far more superior then any other dead thing inside the fragments of space. I provide the experience needed to grow into faith. I nourish all the hopes and dreams that have ever tasted success. But consequently once I am over nothing is special about me. Nothing I do anymore is classified significant. A new dawn has replaced me and is now blessing each tainted human soul. In silence and suffering I must watch each beginning rise just to be shot down until it’s mutilated enough to understand. Nothing I have done is special anymore. Nothing is beautiful about me anymore. I have become burned out. I have become of wand and moon. I am glooms unblessed darkness which shade feasts greedily off. Slowly I have become the one who is putting out the spirited flame of each new day so it can feel what happened to me. These next two writings are about me and I wrote them awhile ago but thought they would go great here with my nickname nobodysfallenangel EnJoY! Fallen angel with broken wings. Of pain and sorrow she often sings. The grace of love no longer heard. The siren's burdened lonely word. She sings her songs of broken dreams. A shattered spirit that's left unseen. Her halo's tarnished and all is gone. When the heart that's broken feels her song. Praying for forgiveness wishing for a soul. A last chance for the love within to heal and make her whole. The past still haunts her wounds inside. The chains that keep her heart subside The truth is far from in her grasp The more she digs into her past. Trying hard to just forget. The pain of uncontrolled regret. An angel fell for me one day He brought his light and showed the way. Not knowing why or what to do. My life has changed, my heart did too. My fallen angel fell for me. And I fell too, in love to be. His beauty's more than words could say. I can't resist him to this day. With open arms and open eyes. He gives me hope with no more lies. His light is cast,a loving hand. To feel is now to understand. As time moves on and all is clear. I've come to realize why he is here. To guide my heart and clear my soul. My fallen angel makes me whole. In him I cannot heed my trust I'm in love, and yes in lust. To hold him close and feel his light. Makes the love we make so right. An angel fell for me one day. He brought his light and showed the way. Now I know my love is true. My fallen angel........ is you . | ||
![]() ~PAGAN PRIDE~ In darkness you paint us, but we will not hide. We’re the light of the country in which you abide, we’re fearless and strong, the protectors of life hidden in shadows, we conquer all strife. We come from the Old Ones, our lineage secure. We rise from the ashes, we always endure. It’s time you remembered that we were here first. We healed your sick, yet suffered your worst. From time immemorial we’ve woven our lore cunning folk, healers, benandanti- there’s more. We’re black and we’re white, we’re brown and we’re yellow. We’re woman and children, and mighty fine fellows. We’re hidden children, the angels of light, out task is to teach and to help set things right. We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray so you can enjoy your freedom each day. We’ve long been your army, protecting your back when you are in trouble, in secret we act. The Mother is watching-She hasn’t missed much. She’s gathered Her magick and given the touch to Witches and Pagans and Druids and Such! The times are a’ changing and one thing is clear the Lord and the Lady have not reappeared. Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend, five is the number of magickal blend. By moon and by sun, by earth and by stars realize this day that the power is ours! Pagan Pride- Live it, breathe it, embrace it, BE IT! | ||
Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks. Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a good chance I am bi. Freakiness pumps through my viens, but I can still laugh at myself.
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