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About Me

I am a figure of speech, That no one understands. No person can guess, And no philosopher can describe.I am in between love and hate, Passion and lust. I am between heaven and hell, Belief and fact.I am a new breed of metaphor, Compare me all you want. But it will end in an ironic twist, You can never predict me.I am more than enough, I am less than most. To many feelings run about me, I am the dream host.I am a tear, The one that comes from your veins. I slip away down your arm, And I make a bold stain.I leave my mark, Where ever I go. Like the blood drop, You'll always know.And for my friends, Like I said before. I always be here with you, Stained on the floor.-Liz- (Tear Of Divine Hope-www.poems-and-quotes.com)

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My Interests

I am a girl. I am me. This is who I am. This is who I will always be.

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet God.

Music:

I listen to LOTS of music. I dont necessarily listen to bands but songs. I love music though. Thank you to all the writers out there.

Heroes:

To all the heroes that remain unsung, unwritten, unloved and to all the heroes that were never remembered. THANK YOU.

My Blog

The Road Ahead

I stand in a crowded street screaming, but I'm alone in a distant land. I yell out but no one sees me. I just don't know where to stand. The road ahead looks dark and gloomy. The road behind has disa...
Posted by Bekah on Tue, 15 May 2007 12:39:00 PST

Lost and Broken Misfits

Once upon a time,in the land of misfit toys,lived many misfits and,their misfit girls and boys.A little girl named Faith,was a true misfit indeed.She had lost her innocence.It was stolen with such gre...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:51:00 PST

This Night

This was the night where the sands have blown,where the trees have whispered their love song.This was the night where the light flies,have written our names among the stars.This was the night of disco...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:47:00 PST

Borrowed Angel

Once upon a time,a young angel of fifteen,floated up to heaven.But he never left unseen.This angel was given to us,from heaven as a gift.We thought he'd stay forever.All our spirits he did lift.But al...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:42:00 PST

Stopping The Bullets

Time is running out.Our soldiers all grow weak.Someone must stop this war.Someone must speak.Soldiers drop like dominoes.Bullets fly overhead.Children play on the centre line.Their mothers now all dea...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:41:00 PST

Bleeding Trees and Silent Whispers

Bleeding trees and silent whispers in the night.Smirking demons cloaked in shadows dance on your wall.Chimes will never still and crying babies can't be hushed.AND THEY WILL NOT SLEEP(they will not sl...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:39:00 PST

Maze Of Mind

Lives are like open locks,shut with rust,mutes that talk.Silent tears have been shed again,from open eyes,sewn shut with pain.My internal screams,is me,ripping,at the seams.Don't let emotion subside,i...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:33:00 PST

Love In A Time

Ding Dong Ding Dong, Ding Dong Ding Dong (clock sound intro)I am running around the clock looking for the one I loveglide along the water under the moonlights shinespreading your wings under the stars...
Posted by Bekah on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:31:00 PST