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Hands by evasgreenday100, literature

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Hands

Mine to hold My security My serenity My sanctuary Your hands The touch of honest words Without a move of your lips Fingertips wrap around your skin I am home Never before have I known What is to feel the truth Your hands hold me The power to heal me The power to save me I am safe once more Back to the way I once was My hands Feel your truth Feel your care Feel your unbreakable attempts to pull me up Up from the ashes I once lay in I feel your hands Grip around my own Reassuring Gentle And honest Let me touch you Your hands will set me free

Black Bird by evasgreenday100, literature

The Fighter by evasgreenday100, literature

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The Fighter

He lived his life on the edge Hard and twisted path he traveled Many battles fought Many times won He like any other strong willed soul Fought his battles Being his living passion Today my friend you set your fist down Rest You did your battles Moving to a better war tomorrow Rest those tired eyes You fought hard my friend You earned tomorrow The fighter sleeps in peace From the twisted path he traveled To the edge he walked on He lived a life Worth fighting for

Mother's Daughters Loving End by evasgreenday100, literature

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Mother's Daughters Loving End

My tears are falling But not a sound is made For I don't want to scare my mother I don't want her to wake and see me hurt again I don't want her to see me scared again I don't want her to see an ounce of hurt in my eyes again I don't want her to keep worrying I don't want her to keep trying to keep me safe When I'm a lost cause I don't want her to hear my screams in the night again I don't want her to see the tears soil my shirt I don't want her to see me cry myself to sleep Or see me make another scar upon my skin Though she will wake and scream and cry In the end she will be ok And never again will she see my tears fall Or h

Autumn Leaves by evasgreenday100, literature

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Autumn Leaves

Orange and crimson leaves blow around me while soft raindrops fall upon my face. My face is arched back staring into the dark clouds of autumn cold frigid raindrops falling around me with the breeze. There was a day much like this once before a year past or so. I see leaves falling down trees slowly becoming bare resting in a silent cool hibernation just the time you enjoyed. My fingertips feel the air as I let the water droplets touch my skin, my body spinning slowly. Memories of forever childhood and memories of the times we shared drift through my mind like a stream. Five o'clock Saturday just a distant memory it seems comes alive ag

Upon A Ledge by evasgreenday100, literature

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Upon A Ledge

Those messages you gave me I still have them saved But when I go to delete them I can't For all the memories we have For all the laughs we had For all the times I knew it was you Who had my heart completely? But sadly I did not have yours The way you had mine Not the kind which is stands tightly in your arms Not the kind where its sits unharmed Not the kind that is unable to bleed Yours is dangling on a finger but we know it will not fall For I do not have the majority of the love That mine does for you I would never drop the piece I have Nor would I let it bleed But you the one I love Have let my heat fall to the ground T

The Power by evasgreenday100, literature

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The Power

I have the power today The power I regretfully lost The strength so long ago lost in the fires of my past The pain I suffered The hate I endured The tears I cried Have no hold on me today Today I'm strong Proud Happy to be alive I look at today as my beginning The one I lost the chance of I am today the person I wished to be I am smiling in the mirror Laughing at the pain Crying at the beauty of the life before me Today I am not what my past defined me as Today I am the person that smiles The person who laughs The person who sings The person lives The person who tries Instead of the life I once lived The life I felt lik

The Moon by evasgreenday100, literature

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The Moon by evasgreenday100, literature

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I'm a writer...dreamer...thinker.....and believer maybe I am just trying to find my place in this wild and crazy world the one thing through all the searching, dreaming, thinking, and wishing I found truly what I am. I am a survivor.

Current Residence: Pittsburgh
Favourite genre of music: everything
Favourite photographer: i dont really know many...or none same idea....
Favourite style of art: pencil or charcol drawn black and white
Operating System: uh?
MP3 player of choice: ipizzle =)
Wallpaper of choice: nature or pretty abstract stuff
Skin of choice: ? spanish? haha just kidding
Favourite cartoon character: Garfield or Scooby Doo
Personal Quote: to understand your own self you must understand your world perception

Favourite Visual Artist

too many....

Favourite Movies

uh good question im not sure

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

oh god too many check my myspace its www.myspace.com/evasgreenday100

Favourite Writers

poetry/plays: Shakespear but for other kinds of writing im not sure

Favourite Games

*shrugs*

Favourite Gaming Platform

i dont know

Tools of the Trade

pencil? computer? office max for when i break the computer for the hundreth time?

Other Interests

writing, music, random jewelry making

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evasgreenday100

Jan 4, 2010

Breaking News: Lifes A Bitch

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During the past oh, I don't know two weeks its been a horrible time and slowly have been coming to the conclusion that life sucks and people can be worse than a rotting festering wound....beautiful description but it's 100% true.  I am not though giving up hope that maybe possibly this week will look brighter and that who knows, I may finally get some writing done again....writing Christmas/New Years break is over back to being my normal air-headed self.  Wish me luck!....if I still have readers....if I had readers.  Thanks. Em

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evasgreenday100

Dec 6, 2009

On the spot topic

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I am sitting here bored...lonely....and running on about four hours of sleep in the last five days so I thought it would be fun to try to write a poem with no ideas or topic lets find out how I do ;) I walk under stone cold skies The ground crunches beneath my feet It has been gray for days, I walk slow Shoe soles being torn and frayed A broken soul is walking alone Under wintry skies The wind blows silent and cold A dead silence in sync with the mood My warm living breath blows out as smoke The tears fall down like snow With frozen mascara smears and dried up tears Today i think of you Such a day i believe its gray Because

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evasgreenday100

Nov 11, 2009

Is It Bad?

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Here are the top ten signs that you write too much -The notebooks that were supposed to be used for school or work have more poetry and stories than actual work. -You can't go anywhere without a piece of paper and a pen/pencil. -The only thing that wakes you up in the morning (besides coffee) is the number of errors that need to be fixed on a document. -Your eyes are so red from staring at a computer or paper for hours on end that people ask you if your high. -You begin to "KNOW" your characters...and like them... -Sleep becomes nothing more than an escape from writers block. -You can't hold a conversation for more than .21 seconds whe