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I was feeling poetic so here you go:

Mystic World
I find myself wandering alone,
A griffon among harpies,
They were fed not on poem and song,
But cuss, insult, and lies,
What should have been beautiful was ugly,
Few freinds are found among them.

There are some variations,
Not just harpies are to be found,
There are sphinxes that are riddle upon riddle,
Fickle friends with little trust,
These freindships do not last to long.

The second rarest is unicorn,
Rare, noble, and true,
These friendships really will last,
But these are not what I truely search for,
We don't always click.

My wandering is not without cause,
I am searching all the while,
In the last world I searched before,
For another griffon, like me,
One who shares similar hopes and dreams,
A freind that I can share with as well as despair with.

The search may end today,
It might end with my life,
The joy of the chase may beat that of the find,
Mayhap the search will end with a minitor,
A drake, a dragon, a pheonix, or a pegasus?
The future is yet to be found.

So, I will still journey on,
Searching for what I need,
If I am lucky enough,
There will be both joy and pain,
For one with out the other can not be truely known,
I will journey on
Oh yeah, you love me! I know you do!*cough*yeah*cough*right*cough*




EmmieTheDoll.com
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Another poetic outburst:
Leave Me Alone
Leave me alone, the most painful words,
They can separatetwo lovers, destroy old freinds,
They can hurt the one who spoke tham,
Separating themselves from those who could help,
Pushing them over the edge,
These three little words do a ton of damage.
Another cassic, hahaha!


An ode to how I feel since we moved: EmmieTheDoll.comYet another bit of poetry ala' Caitlin!
Hope
Hope like a pheonix flies,
Through seemingly unending skies,
But like all things it must meet its end.
It dies not quick nor easy,
But in a funeral pire.
In the morn hope arises anew,
from the ashes of the old.
This is Emmie. I got her at EmmieTheDoll.comI want every one to know this part of the split personality did not write any poetry, the creature page is my domain.
Ew, Caitlin added actual content! She must be stopped, oh and fearie land is my zone, so if you don't know what it is you had better search.
Thank god, I am the domainent personality orr this site wouldn't even exsist!
This is sad I haven't up dated in forever, so I think I will add another page.