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Name: Renee
Location: New Jersey
Birthday: 3/11/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Singing and Writting are my life. But i also love dancing and reading. i love my family and they always come first.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/6/2004
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Sometimes "He" makes me feel so good. Even when im afriad too.
Renee
"Perfect Rose"
Beauty is in a perfect rose
It's bud sculpted into the perfect soul
As it's leaves reach for the sides
Wanting the sun to feed it more
your my sun
And i reach for you
when will your rays hit my skin
And pull me near to you
I just wanna love you right
I know you need my tender petals
The way i need your inner light
Just wrap yourself aorund me
I wanna be what you need
I love the way your rays make me smile
I love the way you make me feel
My heart full of warmth
As you heat takes me over
I just wanna love you right
you know im the perfect rose
As your hands gently tend my garden
Just let your sunlight wrap around me.
You jus wanna love me right
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"Open Book"
The pages turn
but the words remain the same
silently whispering my vacant truths
Your stealthy fingers
Grip my quivering thighs
As you read my every move
A poem is given
Through my torn open eyes
The tears
A mark of expression
But as you pull me even closer
I fear
That your words will lure me in
And capture my mind
with lies of how happy we could be
You gaze upon my vunerable skin
As I slowly walk away
Your haunting stare gripping my everymove
You read me like an open book
That's pages are gagged with thoughts of you
But even though my thoughts intrigue you
I am soon tossed away
Because forever with you
Has dissapeared
Because being an open book,
with pages overflowing with you,
Has outgrown its stay
(This poem is dedicated to someone. i'm not gunna say who. But i hope they know who they are.) | | |
| So the day ends wit a crazy twist, or so i believe.
Soulful
"Blank Portraits"
Your passion skeches the portrait
From your loving arms
Spins a silent stroke of a corse brush
From you vision comes a solid painting
covering the pages of blank space
From you raspy lips
come words to form an image
but whatever which way you twist them
It'll always be pornography
The intertwining bodies fill the pages
As you turn through each portrait
It shows what we've always had
Even with you calm words
you still only love my body
As it twists into the pefect pose
For you to slip your brush into
Ink slaping itself to the page
Collectivly sketching a vague pose of me
As you hand collides with my side
The sketch is a part of you
And i'm left alone
your an oleander
your words filled with the venom
That seeps into my soul
And draws me back to the death
That the poison supplies
And i still love you | | |
| well today sucks so far. jess is coming over later so that should be fun. Ali call which was nice and i hope we hang out soon. I just havent been haaving a good day. i got some bad news from a friend which jus proves something that people have been telling me for awhile and i'm dealing with a period of time where everything in my life is either shit or turning into shit. I haven't been able to get a break in forever and im tired of having to go through all of this. I have been having so much fun for awhile now and then i jus realize whats going on around me and it comes to a day like this. i just dont want to feel anything anymore. im so confused. And i feel like i cant talk to anyone, not even the people i care most about and who care most about me. I'm so lost.
Soulful
“Vulnerable Love”
In the reflection.
Her eyes wander from her stomach,
To her eye.
Covered in the pain caused by another.
She stares at the solid face
It’s a stone cover.
Surrounding her pain filled soul.
Her mind cries,
But tears only fall within her heart.
They bleed from her soul.
But she refuses to let anyone see.
Her broken body collapses to her knees.
She grasps her crimson arm,
And holds it tightly to her body.
The images,
Of the night she accumulated these souvenirs,
Gather in her mind.
His unfamiliar eyes,
His broken heart,
And his furious arms.
They all attacked her.
Some leaving invisible scars.
His words cut through her.
As he pulled her close
She wanted to run.
But her legs were petrified.
He was so vulnerable,
But she was the only one who saw.
For once, the ebony blankets were pulled
From her naked limbs.
He went back to a stony grip.
And lost all the beauty in his hazel eyes.
She exited the bittersweet room.
Walking into one
Filled with pain of her own doing.
And there she found,
From him,
She was given a child.
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| so it's been awhile since i've written. not really but anyway. jess has been living at my house for the past three days lol. she's crazy. But sux at SSX Tricky. but i love her anyway. We watched mystic river and scream (hillarious movie) and perfect score. THey were good but the foor was better. So anyway i've been having fun lately which is very exciting for me. So i'll talk to ya'll later.
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