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Echo StreetIn a pain of memory, in a far corner street lays the echo of a girl whom imagines the world. The threads of time entwined with roots of a mangrove tree, The divinities are drawn in the sand of an isolated populace, Burnt onto a path of the undead, The displacement of worlds shifting like marbles through stars, Temporal reality locked in her jewelry room box, The key? I had to unlock this pearl, protrudes from her back, shes the clock work girl.Echo Street
by ~Valentine-Shade
Lord KnowsA rose in my heart brimming to bleedLord Knows
A creative color of turquoise. Just in time for it to sigh (If you listen closely) you’ll hear the creation of the turquoise blue butterfly
A poison more powerful then the blood in your veins, circling your iris eyes. In your stare, from start to finish, imperishable stone. Gazed at, over the years.
So, clock, don’t tic your tock at me I’ve been you, I’ve been the space between the hands. I now am the light of hard working hearts The dust in the soil, the falsified arts
The praised treaty or the life
by ~Valentine-Shade
The LighthouseTwas Dawn, a girl and one twisted Nyght When sparks did lumen and lume did bright And on that brunshe shore I thought, I pondered, I groar. But yet did my conceived Idea Truly beget it was my fear.The Lighthouse
With out a doubt, I rushed towards sayn lighted room, and there I knew I’d find my groom. Outside that building, tall and seere, I fought a Nyght twas cold, twas brear. That battle raged, the ocean roared, it spoke with might, twas blood it called Sayn Nyght bring death I shook with fear, still of hearts, my courage far near The blades did clash, the star-sparks did glide
by ~Valentine-Shade
The Irreality of RealityThe reality of days is not seeping into my being. It all feels like poison, like fake weather. In my heart everything has lost its colour.The Irreality of Reality
Look around you. Walk outside. The coldness of winter is covered by the heat radiator, plugged into the wall, painted a dust musty grey, covered in sick plastic pale yellow light, like the illness of a disease.
shaking with disgust, when it should be shaking from the cold.
Everything I feel is warm soft comfortable, so how can I enjoy; ice freezing into my skin, the chilled blue wind running against my face or the contrast of steaming freezing early cold shower
by ~Valentine-Shade
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| My name is, as far as you know, Valentine. I live in the most isolated city in the world. I am a member of the Baha'i Faith. The Baha'i Faith is an independent world religion in which follows the teachings of Baha'u'llah, our prophet. Baha'u'llah teaches us about the oneness of mankind and that we must strive for unity of all things, religion, race and gender. He teaches us that all religions worship the same god that each time mankind is in need god sends a new manifestation to reveal new guides and rules to help mankind to prosper and grow spiritually. Because of this The Baha’i faith recognizes and acknowledges all the previous prophets of god; Abraham Zoroaster, Moses, Christ, Buddha, Krishna, Muhammad, the Bab and Baha'u'llah. That the foundation of all the religions is the same, Unity peace, love harmony the list is endless. He teaches that religion and science should work in harmony as if inspected they support the each other. The reason I’m telling you about the Baha’i faith is not to convert you (that is in fact against my religion), I’m just telling you a major part of who I am, and being a Baha'i, depicts the majority of who I am. My favorite band is Bright Eyes. I can't spell for a million dollars. I can speak a little bit of French and love learning languages although I only really know one. My favorite subject of interest is probably religion and human biology, although i love deep discussions about religion more. I love reading too. |
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life doesn't rhyme
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Valentine Shade
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life doesn't rhyme
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Valentine Shade
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life doesn't rhyme
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Successful people spend their time figuring out how they CAN, not why they can't.
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