Author has written 2 stories for Twilight, and Harry Potter.
I'm a 21 year old Female College Student majoring in Criminal Justice. I'm currently taking care of my grandmother who has several medical problems. I spend most of my time reading, writing poems, or playing World of Warcraft. I play on Borean Tundra Realm both sides.
My nickname is Nature to many people due to the fact I love the Earth. My Wiccan Friends gave me the name. I love walking in forests, I also love walking in the rain, add the rain and forest together and it’s Heaven on Earth to me :D
Currently my best friend left being my beta for school reasons and I'm now looking for a beta.
Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.
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I agree with the dictionary. Girls before guys, partying before studying, and friends before love.
I’m the girl that no one knows her name, for good or bad.
I’m the girl who acts shy one second and the next I will be laughing like an idiot.
I’m the girl that people call "Bitch" and "Freak" "brat" and "Weird" but I take that as a compliment.
I’m the girl that doesn't have normal hobbies. I read and I write.
I’m the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year.
I’m the girl who isn’t always a people person.
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
- Woody Allen
3 Options of being broken
"Hi," she said, and looked at me,
"Are you a person, too?"
"Of course I am," I answered her.
"Do I not look like people do?"
"Well I have a special sense of sight—
I can see into people's souls.
I tend to find most interesting things,
But yours is missing—there's just a hole."
"A hole?" I gasped, "What does that mean?
That really can't bode well."
"Well, my dear, just listen to me—
sit down and your story I'll tell."
"It is not often I find empty souls—
I've seen good and I've seen very bad.
But an empty soul, it holds more meaning
Than any other soul one could have.
"It is neither good nor bad—
It's simply nothing at all.
You had a soul once, that I know—
perhaps this you may recall?
"Your soul was bright, and full of life—
Colored richer than a beautiful rainbow.
It held innocence, wonder, laughter, and love—
Through your heart and eyes they would show.
"It held your dreams, and it held your goals—
Ambitious destinies waiting to be filled.
Because it harbored all these positive things,
It seemed certain you'd be successful and skilled.
"Then one day your soul was beaten—
It sustained a rather large crack.
In just seconds, everything you had
Was gone and not coming back.
"Now you are left with a gaping hole
In the place your soul should be.
I cannot tell you what to do,
But there are options—I have three.
"You can work hard to seal the crack;
It might be emotional though.
For in order to create the seal,
You'll need to build back trust and love.
"You can also stay the way you are—
Nothing but an empty shell.
I hear you don't covet change at all,
So while sad, this could work quite well.
"There is still one more option,
And I fear you'll like this one best:
If you feel life is pointless with no soul,
Lay your hollow body to eternal rest."
Life Is A Prison
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a time bomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
Loneliness is my excuse but it does not begin to explain how I feel. Pushed around fallen to the ground tears that should have fallen that are kept inside. Anger rising blood running colder with every step. No help no friends only judgment that is slowly killing me. I may not physically be alone but in so many ways I am. I feel cold hearted. Every sleepless night seems longer and every push brings me closer to the edge until I fall. Every night that I have locked my door turn on my CD player so loud no one could hear my screams or my cries. Nobody will know my pain until it is too late.
"They say it is better to have loved and lost, then never have loved at all, but they don't know what it’s like to love someone only to hit a wall. They build a wall around their heart, to keep other people out. There is nothing you can do, not even scream and shout, for every brick you chip away, two more will take its place because the person behind that wall is afraid of loves embrace. That wall is for protection for they have been hurt before so they built this wall to keep harm out, but they did not leave a door. No one in, No one out. A prison for the heart, no matter how hard you try, you get torn apart!"
"A Shattered Soul is slow to Love, you cannot push, you cannot shove. Sometimes the hurting goes way too deep, hope is hard for the soul to keep. It takes time and patience to the end, to help that shattered soul to mend. Sometimes that soul doesn't want to heal, the road is too long don't want to feel. For a soul like that, there is no care; it doesn't matter if your heart is pure. For the shattered soul that wants repair, all it takes is someone to love and care."
"I feel myself becoming bitterer each day. I guess for loving others it’s the price I must pay. I feel a cold, dark emptiness creeping over me. I guess for loving others that’s the way it must be. I don't know why but I gave my heart twice, I’ve suffered so much pain, I paid a heavy price. I trusted each time for them to cherish my heart but he laughed in my face and tore it apart, they tore my heart asunder, left it lying on the floor, stomped all over it and ground the pieces until there wasn't any more. Where my heart once was there is now just a hole. I took my chances, done my time and paid a heavy toll. I'm turning bitter inside and that’s not like me, I've never felt so empty inside. How can this be? I'm angry, confused, depressed and ashamed, I feel like a fool for playing their games. I'm hurt and I'm bitter, I don't like me this way, I'll be ok I guess maybe someday?"
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree. The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality they are amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
to the top
of the tree
Don't fall for someone unless they're willing to catch you.
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
I am okay.
I am in Jesus’ arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
Copy this to your profile if you are against abortion!!
Please read-true story (not me)
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
I promise to remember Bella
Each time I carelessly fall down
And I promise to remember Edward
Whenever I'm out of town
I promise to obey traffic laws
For Charlie's sake of course
And I promise to remember Jacob
Whenever my heart fills with remorse
I promise to remember Carlisle
Whenever I am in the emergency room
And I promise to remember Emmett
Every time there's a huge boom
I promise to remember Rose
Whenever I see something that holds pure beauty
And I promise to remember Alice
When I'm at a mall and a cute outfit catches my eye
I promise to remember Nessie
When I see that beautiful bronze hair
And I promise to remember Esme
When someone tells me they care
I promise to remember Jasper
Whenever my stomach isn't curled
And I promise to remember the Volturi
When someone speaks of dominating the world
Yes I promise to love Twilight
Wherever I may go
So that all may see my obsession
Because I know what the Twilighters know!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, COPY THAT POEM INTO YOUR PROFILE!
Girls Don't realize these things;
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club (that is the best part of dating is cuddling!)
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care
But most of all
For not being sorry anymore
That you can't accept me for who I am
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
That I cared
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
If you love rain, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fan fictions, copy this into your profile.
Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.
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Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
There's nothing wrong with arguing with you. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile
what fits you! (for some odd reson in Word it was together and grouped, here its all over the place O.o)
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I have BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a Goth or emo.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too. Well...um
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I DON"T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I DON'T LIKE to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
Don’t be an idiot and judges others when they can just turn around and judge you