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A Journal of Darkness |
Dark Sky A cloud of evil greets the weary wanderer. | ||||||||||||||||
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I'm a senior in high school still. I enjoy poetry and many other aspects of the arts. I would like to clear one thing up for everyone on the planet Earth, "NO, just because my member name is FaithAngI, that does not constitute that I believe in the christian God or anything in that fashion." Thank You. I am usually the quiet one who sits behind you observing your every move. I find that you learn more that way. I am dismal and macabre. I hope that you have enjoyed this little sample of my poetry and more can be located on my other home pages. | A Little Bit About Myself | ||||||||||||||||
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One True Passion |
Looking through the mirror, her extensions of Mother Earth. Gleaming brow of work, devotion. Toes pointed: Graceful swan. Spinning; leaping through physical time. Lights glaring and a smile stretches across her face. Practice transforms into performance night. The audience, the crew, the dance itself in public view. None of them exist, however, in her mind she is alone. She is every part of her being. Looking in retrospect she is performing for herself. Dreams are fulfilled within her movement. Arms outstretched, as if praising some higher force. Her mother had pushed to her first lesson. Anticipation greeting in studio. Every moment of her life had built to one peak. Suddenly the class is done and she is snapped back from dream. She is standing in the same attire she had always worn. Shaking her head she collects her belongs and heads for the door. Being sure to take one last look at the studio where her passion first began. | ||||||||||||||||
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