:) I'm going to edit it and post it on my main thread. But I really like it that much more because of the suggestions.

xD No, I asked for suggestions, It'd be kind of weird if I got mad over something I asked for.

Also, I really liked them, since it does work out like you said. :)

No! Thank you very much, I'll tweak it a bit. c: Thank you for the suggestions!

I really, really enjoyed this work.

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'Music'
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I've been captured by the music,
my body sways and moves to the beat.
I move closer, a smile playing on lips,
come close, feel the heat.
A brush of skin,
let's dance the night away.
Let the dance call you in.
Let me draw you away.
Pulsing light, throbbing beats,
strained breathing,
go on, repeat, repeat, repeat.
Seduction snaps you clean,
broken melodies enchant.
Don't utter those words,
because really, you can't.
Don't pull away,
dance the night away.
Sweet spun sugar lips,
addiction to each other makes you sway.
Bodies rocking together,
electricity between us setting us aflame.
Our chemistry is about to blow,
breath laced with smoke,
this thing is going to make it all explode.
The thump of the bass,
a beat like our own heart.
Get lost in the music,
so close it's as though we'll never part.
Loose yourself,
sway and move to the beat.
A feral look to my eyes,
let's loose ourselves to the heat.
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Thank you for the welcome. :)

Hi! Hope you enjoy yourself here! :)

I'd have to agree with Josie, I don't think I'm a lady. xD I'm 22, 130 pounds, never would wear a dress I'd ask the trap of a question, 'Does this make me look fat?'

Again, agreement with Josie, I like honesty. :/ I wouldn't want someone lying to me about stuff like that.

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Predator
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My heels tap the ground,
and I am on the hunt.
Soft conversation echoes.
And I will be blunt,
come and play.
Don't be shy,
I don't bite much.
And I promise not to lie,
or break a spoken promise.
My fingertips brush skin,
a soft smile curves my lips.
Come on, let me in.
And I'll give you what you want.
A smile with a hint of teeth,
a twinkle in my eye.
I'm well within your reach,
don't be afraid to take my hand.
A soft whisper reaches your ear,
a promise,
and I urge you close.
Be my victim tonight.

I really, really enjoyed this work. :)

Thank you everyone for the welcomes. :) I'm already REALLY having a good time, here.

I figured I'd post some of my other works. Some of them may come across as shocking, some personal, others just various things I've written over the years.

Most of these are just simple poems that have been inspired over the years by various situations.
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The first work I'll share, is a work titled, "A letter to the hopeless."

I have had friends who sometimes consider suicide, and I decided to write them a letter, telling them, that no, they truly aren't alone when the dark depression in their mind rears it's ugly head:
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Darling, it’s been rough, all these years of conflict and pain.

My mind has never been as dark as the day I took all those pills and tried to fall asleep. Didn’t know about that, huh? Crappy relationship turned into a crappy mess, basically. I wasn’t allowed near my medication for a long, long time after that. I mostly slept, chilling with a friend while my other went to school. I watched a lot of movies, ate a lot of pasta, then I came home, because frankly, I was too afraid of living on my own.

A few times after that day, I’d touch where the IV had been put into the crook of my arm. The mark stayed there for a month, it was tender to the touch, dark bruises around where the needle had become an extension of my body so that it’d dilute the drugs in my system so I’d live another day.

God, you have no idea how someone can be angry at the people who saved your life, when you really don’t want to live anymore.

My parents are saints. I can’t imagine anything harder then watching the little girl who once used to pretend to be queen of dragons turn into a young woman who could hardly stand to be alive. A young lady who would stare out the window, sometimes breaking down and asking, “Why?” for no reason other then to bring up the harsh reality, that no, life was not how it was supposed to be.

A young girl turned into the queen of pain and hopelessness.

They did everything in their power to prevent it happening again. Hid all medications I’d possibly down, rationed my meds so I didn’t start popping them, made my favorite meals so I’d have a reason not to be unhappy when I went to bed. Mom would hold me when I broke down, dad would try to start conversation so I’d have something other to think about then how I felt. My brother, although he’s a silly guy sometimes, also tried to make me feel better, bringing up funny stuff when I withdrew into myself.

How heart breaking would it be to see someone, once full of such vibrant life, become little more then a shell?

Here’s the thing that made all the difference, though. They didn’t give up on me, when I’d given up on myself.

“Why would you be sharing such a horrible experience?!” You may ask, “Why would you want someone to know things were so bad for you? Are you heartless? Are you cold?”

No. I’m not.

If you’ve ever felt like that, felt like, no, it’s not worth living, I just want to say to you, you aren’t alone. I know you don’t know me well, but I’ve been through hell and back, I’ve thought of how to end it all, I’ve had dreams of putting a gun into my mouth and pulling the trigger.

And one day, I almost made it a reality.

Please, before you think of such horrible things, know that you really aren’t alone in these thoughts.

It’s so hard, sometimes. I know it is, I know how it is to cry when you don’t think you’ve got any more tears to shed. Know, that somewhere, someone does care, even if you don’t know them yet. You may not know me, but I don’t want to see you in a casket, being lowered to a dark hole, where I’ll never see your face again.

Please, my love. Before you pull the trigger, call someone, even if you don’t think you’ll be able to speak. Cry, when you don’t know if you can do this horrible thing called living. And most importantly, feel, my darling, allow yourself to feel.

I have seen the world through the eyes of the lifeless, I have taken in breath when it tastes foul and burns your lungs.

We may not have been through the same circumstances, you and I. But you are my brother, or sister, or something else, if you wish, we are family, and as your family, I will love you. I will love you unconditionally, I will hold you when you need it, even if I’m a thousand miles away. If it’s 3am and you just need to hear a familiar voice, call me, I promise I’ll stay awake, even if it’s just to hear your breathing, because you don’t know what to say.

And remember, my love. I don’t know you, but I do love you, my brother, or my sister. We are kin, through our unbearable pain.

You are truly loved, and remember, you are never alone.
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A poem titled, "Lover", pretty self explanatory.
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Lover, don’t leave,
stay with me and watch the dawn break.
Leave me in the light of day.
For my heart’s sake.
Watch the clouds drift,
take me to an imaginary place.
We can pretend,
that this is all a part of the chase,
Of love, of life,
watching broken hearts mend.
When you leave,
Will you bother with the need to send,
your love to me in a note?
A promise for love,
can break without a thought.
And right now we’ll look above,
to the stars, and the night sky.
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A poem titled 'Soul'
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Sit with me, stay with me, are the words left unspoken.
Never shall they cross my lips, too worried they'd come as a beg.
And although I've seen people left so broken,
It is a wonderful sight, seeing a smile.
So I shall pleasure those with a smile, with a token,
of what I am a possibility of.
Maybe one day those words shall be spoken,
and they will not fall soundlessly, or meaningless.
Would someone like to see a smile?
To see a token of my appreciation, now and then.
Would it be worth someone's effort or while,
to see the soft creases and movement of my skin?
Eyes fluttering closed, lashes against cheek.
The soft smell of skin, of want, of love.
It all sometimes seems so meek,
compared to our souls which are filled with want.
A kiss, so soft and filled with so many things it burns,
it lights us up to a beautiful sky.
An ode, to our souls which wordlessly yearn,
with delights which our minds cannot comprehend.
What a beautiful delight,
These motions, which we go through day by day.
And I am amazed, and fight not to say, "What a sight."
At the look lovers exchange.
My soul yearns to be filled with such adoration.
I wish to be filled with such emotion.
I need to make a proclamation.
Of me, and of my love, one day.
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'Escape'
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Well, what have you got to say to me? A phrase? A word?
Or it's just another fling, isn't it?
What will come of this mess, I wonder.
Will you turn to me, from the edge of the bed, as though you've been hit?
With a realization that you were never meant to stay.
What will happen then?
Will I be left, in the midst of my own tears?
Suffering softly, in the comfort of my room.
As I smell us on my sheets, as well as my fear.
And I will weep until the world has no ground to stand on.
Sweet soft words, sound so hollow now.
Against the sound of soft cries, and falling rain.
Little things never stood out, now they are loud.
Pressing against my face and against my skin.
Isn't the possibility of a dream world better then this,
this hollow, wrecked place we call home.
And wouldn't it be bliss,
to escape?
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'Smoke'
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Smoke curls from my lips, can you see my smile?
Mysterious and hidden, it may be worth the while.
If you dig past the insecurities, you'll find a heart of gold.
But many don't bother, and for that I loose hold.
Of realities, of fanciful places of glee.
Where you may find the monster, instead you'll find me.
So don't shrink back, from repulsion or fright.
I promise not to haunt you, day or night.
Smoke curls from my lips, can you see my eyes?
You can see all the beauty, and also the lies.
I get stressed and I can be broken down.
But in all of this, it's still hard to see me frown.
So I've lost touch, so have you.
I'm sorry to be blunt, but isn't it true?
Smoke curls from my lips, an addiction, you see.
I'm addicted and I love it, but what's best for me?
Cancer feeds on my lungs and blackens my breath.
I wonder if the only thing stopping me is death.
Wake up! I've shouted many a time.
And I pretend, I always pretend it's fine.
Smoke curls from my lips, can you see my smile?
You'll regret once you've looked, never worth your while.
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'Imperfection'
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I've awoken again, In a strange new place.
I'm an imperfection, I've got the scars to prove it.
But then again, I'm just another face.
In the crowd. Though I am still as it shifts.
Around me, always.

So I'll save myself, it's easier that way.
Then depending on others and their strength.
Don't waste that on me, okay?
I need time, I need to regain,
my sense of self worth.

Do you want me to blame it on you?
Do you want me to lash out and scream?
I figure that's far from the truth.
So now I've got nowhere to lean,
or put pressure on.

Stage kisses, and pretend love,
are as bittersweet as roses and wine.
Can it possibly be enough?
I think I'm running out of time.
To focus, to love.

So knock me down, so I can get up.
I'm stronger then I appear.
And let it be enough, enough.
Because all I ever seem to do is fear.
Fear, fear the world.
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Alright, that's all for now. Enjoy!

Currently indulging in these bands:

Cocorosie
The American Dollar
Aqualung
Cage the elephant
The Homestuck volume 5 album.
(Just a few. Ugh I love music.)

Currently listening to:

Cage the Elephant - Ain't no rest for the wicked

Wow, that sounds pretty crazy.

I live in the north west of the united states, and we get TONS of rain. In the summer, though, we have thunder storms, which I love. Sometimes wind storms, those though, are usually around the spring.

But I wish you the best of luck, as I don't know if I'd be able to handle all that.

Thanks a lot. :)

And actually, the reference to the Devil is a LONG story, haha.

And thank you, I might see about posting a few poems I've written.

:) Thank you for the welcome!

Thinking about a short story I'm thinking about writing.

Anyways, this is my most recent poem I've written, I am probably going to see about posting a few in a while. But we'll see. Anyways, this poem is titled 'Fear', inspired by a situation which has been very stressful.

Feel free to give me pointers. :) Any suggestions are loved!

Anyways, enjoy!
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Darling love of mine,
I have a confession.
Something hasn't been right,
and I'm learning a lesson,
that maybe it's a secret to keep.

I touch my own skin,
a wonder of the soft and delicate fabric,
which covers my flesh and bones.
It houses the home of how I tick,
and I am afraid of the horrible words I wish to say.

Tears streak down my cheeks,
and I fight to remain whole.
But this need to confess,
it strikes me cold.
And I weep for unspoken words.

I lay awake at night,
heart pounding and my breathing deep.
Was that a vision or a dream?
Did it come to me in sleep?
What is my heart trying to say?

My lips part,
and I think I can do it.
Say those words that make me afraid,
but when my voice rises I banish it,
back down my throat to settle in my heart.

Hesitation to touch your body,
hesitation to touch my own.
Weep with me my love,
for this fear has me wishing to atone,
to God and all that may witness my fear.

I choke down my plea,
please, don't touch me.
I fear I may break.
And I weep, 'Can't you see?
There's something wrong.'

My fingertips drag down my stomach,
up to my lips.
Choke me,
put me out of my misery and into bliss.
The fear chokes what good I have left.

Love of my heart,
I weep again,
knowing I cannot function,
without the blend,
of pain and misery which paints me so well.

I am becoming what I fear most,
my desire for violence harsh and unkind.
Is it me which wants to part the skin of a body?
Or have I become blind,
by these horrible urges which have taken my love.

I want to remove the skin from my face,
bleed until I have no blood in my body.
But then you'll see the black of my heart,
the ooze of black sin which is ungodly.
I shall tarnish your very soul, my love.

Let me place a chaste kiss on your cheek,
let me withdraw from this fear,
which constricts my throat and makes me numb.
I cannot stand to see your tears,
let me weep for us both.

Love of mine, so gentle and kind.
I am falling away from you,
my eyes close and I am swallowed by sin.
Do not deny that it's not true,
I have become the Devil.

I'd have to say my personal favorite movie of all time would have to be Contact, or possibly Something Illuminated.

RECENT favorites were 'The social Network', 'Tron: Legacy', and the latest Harry potter movie.

Hello everyone!

I thought I'd introduce myself, since that's sort of the thing to do when joining a website.

Anyways, I'm Anna! I'm a gamer, writer of both short stories and poetry, a book worm, RP'er, music nut, and on and on. Right now I'm looking for platonic relationships, just because friends are always great!

Anyways, that's just a bit of a blurb about me! :)