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Name: Iris
State: Ohio
Gender: Female
Interests: living, having fun, smiling, reading, acting, singing, chatting on the cpu, jeremee's piano lessons, band--clarinets are sooo the best--lol, reading scriptures, going to church, hanging out w/ friends, etc, etc...the list goes on and on...7604
Expertise: not sure what my expertise is yet...i'm a decent singer, i'm a decent friend i think...hmmm i'll find it eventually...lol =D
Occupation: Military
Industry: Entertainment
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MSN: neo_bratt13@hotmail.com
ICQ:  270372542
Yahoo:  neo_bratt13@yahoo.com
Member Since:
1/14/2006
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| since my last post. I am in no ways the same person i was when I made it, even though I wish I was. Coming back to this just reinforces how much I've changed, how much i've been broken and hurt in this past year. I used to be strong, i used to be happy. I used to love life and living and now it takes everything I have just to make it through each day. Too much has happened to recount in this blog. Too much i just want to repress and and be done with, so i don't have to relive it again. And it's not likely anyone will read this anyway, so it'd be futile, most likely. Suffice to say, my candle has burnt out. I tried to keep it going, even though it was gone, but last tuesday it was put out for good when an atomic bomb was dropped on my heart. It's going to take a long time for me to recover from this, but with some help I believe I can put the shards of my shattered self back together again. Although, unfortunately, it will not be the same self it was when i posted my last poem. If by some miracle you are reading this, I ask you to pray for me, whoever you might be. Pray that I may heal and find myself once more that I may be able to have some glitter of light to share with someone in the distant future. For I have been shattered, in pieces. Other ThingsBy: Amelia Rose There's more to life than popsiclesAs I've found out, for sureOther things to do and wishThat posess a certain lure I love to sing and act and dancePerhaps that is a cureFor the melting of the ice creamWhen I can't go to the store The process is a slow oneIt's long and dreary tooBut with some help I think I canHope for something new Put away the heartacheAnd give back the keyFor I have other things to doIncluding finding me Perhaps they've reconfiguredAnd the puzzle's not the samePerhaps some shards are gone for goodAnd different will be the frame I no longer careHow they rearrangeI only wish they willSo I am not estrangedFrom my friendsFrom the worldOr from my broken selfPut me back together pleaseSo I can dream once moreAnd learn what's great in storeFor meThat I may be free, for once The pieces will come togetherIf I wait and prayNot all of them, no but perhaps enoughTo make it through each day And as a song I like to hearSays to ease my pain"Nothing lasts forever,Not even cold November rain." | | |
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Current mood:  touched An eternal nighttimeA heartless worldLiving in cold darknessThe agony unfurled Harsh words and broken heartsA true love deniedMany things can happenThat hurt deeply inside Fear and pain cause anguishTo a broken soulAnother's heart can break apartThe pieces of the whole But here I am, I'm with youTake my hand, I'll guide youHold my heart, I'll love youI'll always be beside you Talk to me, I'll listenLet me in your dismal nightLet me light my candleAnd for you, shine my light | | |
| so it's been quite awhile since i've updated this thing....i've basically just become addicted to myspace, lol, but w/e here's another poem I wrote: What Makes a Personby: Amelia Rose What makes a person?Is it his thoughts, or words or deeds?Is it his niche for knowing needs?Is it his habits, both old and new?Or is it his troubles,whether many or few? What makes a person?Is it his standards for life?Is it his children, or kind, loving wife?Is it his strength or his physical brawn?Or maybe it's his weaknesses of things come and gone What makes a person?Is it his true full beliefs?Is it his sorrows, and hard-hitting griefs?Is it his mercy, compassion and joy?Or is it his hopesnow strong, now destroyed? What makes a person?Can one truly know?I think it is all of theseAnd none of theseAt the same rate of flow. What makes a person?Can one tell from the start?Can one really see it, in full or in part?What really makes a person is the truest of artsIt's the love and compassionThat dwells in his heart. "Who you were in the past, and even who you are at present does not determine who you will be in the future. Only you can determine that. Only you." --Amelia Rose | | |
| by Amelia Rose What happened to the fairy tales,Wherever did they go?The handsome prince, The daring knightThe wicked witch,The foe? What happened to Love at first sight?What happened toFirst lovers’ blight?What happened toForbidden love?What happened toA princess dove? The spiraling towersWith climbing vines,The deep dark sleepTrue beauty confinesThey’re gone, forgotten,Forsaken, lostThe price of suchToo high a cost No one remembersThe magic ofWondrous fantasyOr of true love I once believed such things were trueWhen I was young, and they were newBut now, to fathom a perfect loveIs to accept a push or shoveIt’s all just fictionOr so it seems…Just fantasy, and crazy dreams But now I wonder…Is that all?None can live, Except in gall?It seems such awfulCondemnationFor living in this Dispensation‘Tis not just or fair or rightA deep, blind darknessWith no light And yet, a light must shine on somewhereMaybe ‘twas left in that land so fairOf make-believe and hopeful careMaybe, if we discover thoseStories againMaybe just maybeWe’ll discover a friend What happened to the fairy tales?Wherever did they go?Maybe they stayed where they were‘Twas we who wandered so… | | |
| by Amelia Rose
Things happen on soaps
And on the news
And it never really hits you
Those things can really be true
You take it for granted
And never truly know
How the world turns
How life really goes
And why should you notice?
It's not a big deal
To you nothing like that
Could ever be real
But then something happens
And it happens to you
What you thought
Could never
Really be true
Your life is changed
In an instant
A day
A moment
An hour
But it's forever anyway
Reality is hard
People are cruel
Unexpected changes
Are hard to outrule
But even though it happens
Life doesn't stop
You keep on living
Even if you're not on top
But even through trials
You're never alone
God is always with you
He knows how you've grown
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