'ello! I am spanish, and proud, but I live in Belgium (parents job), I have brown eyes and curly hair. I love reading and I think I read easily more than fifty books per year (I would read more but I finish them off really quickly and my mum doesn't want to spend all of her money on books for me, sadly). I write usually fiction stories, poems and compose songs. I play the guitar and worship Coheed and Cambria and other many many bands. I'm quite shy but I have seriously good times with my friends. I speak Spanish, English(duh ), French and German(but only the basics). I have a sister and a brother, a dog, a cat and a fish  |
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A Place To HideInky vines on bedside table lamps A music corner: CDs, guitars and amps Dried up roses scatteredA Place To Hide
As if they never mattered
A ballerina dances beside Coheed, Protest, Thorns for Hearts Emarosa, Blindfolds Aside Anything that tears my ears apart
The books, the books,
Buried in crooks But everywhere in sight To read with dim afternoon lights
Don't forget the candles Drawing sinuous licks That through the room amble With burning incense sticks
A cloud in the middle, the bed "My personal heaven" I said Snuggling
by ~manonsi
Butterfly's Road, Sc 1 Act 1Act OneButterfly's Road, Sc 1 Act 1
SCENE ONE
The entrance to a hidden school is shown. The oxidized gates are standing wide open to the right, and children from all ages are walking in and out, with friends, talking in subsided voices. The mumble is barely audible. The space is illuminated from above, but leaving some heavy shadows around the sides, and a beam of white light shoots straight at the centre. Facing the audience is GIRL, about sixteen, dressed in brown and black clothing and jeans. She has brown eyes and straight hair, and a big mouth. Her face is turned to the light, mouth slightly agape and a blind look in her stare. Slowly she
by ~manonsi
VividYour cheeks aren't as red as roses But as crimson as the fiery iris Of the phoenix's glareVivid
Our sky isn't as blue as the sea It has the untameable colours
Of a broken rainbow
The heat on our skin Doesn't alight from the sun On a summer morning
So why do they lie? Everything I know Is a hundred times more vivid
Than the pale words (Like pastel coloured walls In a hotel's waiting room)
Spoon-fed to us like Bullies babbling buzzes To frightened beggars
We stand at the edge Of each other's ey
by ~manonsi
AngerSeeping like mercury in my blood Sped faster by my beating heart The anger crawls its way out –Anger
Just reined in by a tight smile Fists clenched together, helpless Lungs dreaming for a chance to shout
My pulse throbs in my eardrums The space is shortened by timid steps Your widened eyes dark and deep
Free from their chains my hands grab The first thing in their reach – a frame And smash it across your cheek
The images taunt me, dancing In front of my lowered eyes As I stop, just in time for
The rage to burn out
by ~manonsi
Favourites
Agricultural lorehush! my father says as he kneels to hear the corn growAgricultural lore
by *Aqua-rat
Song of the RainSong of the RainSong of the Rain
Oh, let it rain, Let it storm! Pour out your heart, Rain down each terrible tear, Pound the earth, Drum out your call, Fill the soil, And let all hear you, Let all see you, Ceaseless in time and in tears.
Enliven us, Enrage us, Enlighten us, Inspire us; Fill our ears and Fill our hearts, With your enchanting,
Sorrowing song.
Pour down from the heavens, Pour down and down, Fall to earth with a maddened glee, As each note, each drop, each tear, Extends your expression, &
by ~FelicitySilver
Lost in SoundOh, here we unwind like liquorice spirals, & drift on the waves of our mellifluous songs... A traveller on the sound of your voice, I float: on your every breath, I glide the smoothest airs. & all the voices we don't need to know are left undiscovered, left for another day, For here we lay, lost in a world, in the ripples of our intertwined tones.Lost in Sound
And every silence, and every echo, is placed just where it belongs – where it belongs, Each lyric positioned on the perfect pitch, the sweetest melody, In which we swim to lose ourselves; & we leave all our cares In a murky past left where our se
by ~sunhoney
Devious Info
- Interests: Music, writing, reading
- Favourite band or musician: Coheed and Cambria
- Favourite genre of music: Progressive rock, Alternative rock
- Favourite artist: Too many!
- Favourite poet or writer: Trudi canavan, P.C Cast, Laura Gallego Garcia
- Favourite style of art: Literature, Traditional, Photography, Digital
- Operating System: PC
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
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Snow! No School!
I'll get my sister to take pictures, then I'll join the Snow War xD
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The Fiction will see the Real
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The Fiction will see the Real
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sunhoney
~ are you writing from the heart? ~
i especially loved the duo creation!! i'd love to try that with one of my friends, but none of them are into poetry :/
Still, amazing!!
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sunhoney
~ are you writing from the heart? ~
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