Perlandria's profile
AGE:
35
LOC: San Jose, CA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 05
LOC: San Jose, CA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 05
I’m a creative spirit. I’ve done some lyrical writing/collaborating more recently for an up and coming local band, and have been writing prose, poetry, and interested in creative writing since I was around 12 years old.
In my friendships, I tend to seek out those who value/enjoy creative writing, music, photography.. Any vivid means of self-expression.. Honest people, who prefer realism. People who aren’t afriad to be different. Just keep it real. Have fun. Feel free to be sarcastic. Feel free to laugh at my jokes. ;)
You can find me on myspace at: www.myspace.com/always_your_angel_eyes
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Turning round Chasing after falling stars Running swiftly, in my attempt To catch each and all Each one sheltered, in my cupped hand Little shimmers Touching my world like dewdrops Nestled gentle in the mist of a morning, still quiet Not yet aware Your emotions Push past the exterior Into a world I share, with none Pressing the limits My shade from the sun A shelter, my comfort and I feel you now so strong.. right here I am afriad to believe That I could ever feel, so safe Secure in something...
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There is nothing that tugs At my soul.. such as this Nothing that has weighed me down more Nothing to reason, no end in sight I’m left in darkness, and without any form Movement slows as realization settles down Thick, like fog Hopes diminish.. after a moment of clarity Fades to dim Little reminders coming, like raindrops To touch my skin Only to leave my mind Only to disappear Another day, another year I don’t want to see anymore All you cannot show me And I no longer wish to hear Words that...
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Simply beauty in open eyes So when each of you are ready Go back and look again Without the rose colored lense Look into your worlds, and know Such is life Not always quite the view We capture in our photographs And press into albums, in memory Perhaps film is our way of creating What we’d rather see.. A fictional painting, subtle to represent The beauty we miss day to day The missing link.. the part we seek In every vision we wish to keep The place we ever-long to achieve The path that most ...
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So many tiny scars.. So many left behind With wounds as they have come, then gone Yet those not visible Carry the deepest cuts I’ve known Little voice left to talk Just a moment today To acknowledge, if even as a whisper All I carry, keeping locked away I wish you could feel me I wish you could know The hidden things The little scars.. inside my soul Can’t help but wonder Can’t help but be afriad Are you to be the greatest love Or sorrow.. I have ever known.
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Sadness wraps round me, like a blanket That in this cold, I’m forced to clutch Another reverie, another holiday Miss the table spread, your company.. The trivial things, that meant so much And it seems if I let myself weep.. My sorrow might never be drowned away For nothing is as it should be.. Since you’ve been away Life it’s ever challenging, and I’m afraid at times You’d not approve But something keeps me trying Guess somehow I need just to believe That despite your not being there Some th...
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This.. was moving. I really felt this piece, and the ending made me smile. *Punctuation adjusts(?), (though not sure since the flow of this piece is altogether different from what I am used to, and I know you have a much better command of the rights and wrongs of writing in this style) *(sp: Characteristic. ;))
This is enchanting.. and I love the little pictures that comes to mind when I see this. I might suggest you check out my friends list and run this by Elithian on my list.. He will not sugar-coat it, but it is a complex enough poem that I think knowing if it is written properly would only help it along, even if it calls for some tweaks.. Overall I would tend to think you may want to try and structure it so that the lines stay similiar in length or written as such as opposed to one line rolling...
This was an outstanding read! You've got me glued.. A couple minor suggestions.. I would make that glass shattering a little more of a powerful statement.. IE: the glas began to crack as he walked along it(?), giving way to a powerful explosion as he door shut behind him.. (perhaps more description, tho mine is likely poor here.. just throwing out an idea.. you want the reader to feel the grip of shock and fear when something so unnatural happens, and I just thought you could spend more time ...
Your style reminds me of an old friend. A very talented one at that. The 'canvas' is portrayed wonderfully in this piece. "It draws your hand to acrylic brush stroked across rough surfaces curves painted red." I'm truly drawn in particular by this line. The last line almost makes me want to understand more about tomorrow.. the last lines..
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