silversylph's Profile
Member Info
Name: silversylph
Birthday: Nov 21 1995
Location: Cape Town, South Africa
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Sat, 16 Feb 2013
Birthday: Nov 21 1995
Location: Cape Town, South Africa
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Sat, 16 Feb 2013
| Membership: Member |
Personal Bio
Star sign: Scorpio
Element: Wind
Colour: Silver
Favourite colours: Black, Silver, Red
Favourite animals: Wolf, Fox, Raven
I LOVE ROSES
Favourite music genres: Classical, Rock and Japanese anime music
Hobbies: watching Anime, Reading, listening to music, being with friends, writing poetry and singing.
Here's a poem. Mail me what you think of it
I Miss You
I need your love so that you can bellow
that you love me
I feel it in my heart, in my soul
And makes it mellow
You take my hurt away
And replace it with love
I wish everyday to be with you
I wish you could stay
I miss you so, to see your face
I long for your embrace
I need you to speak to me
And tell me that you love me.
Every night I want to hear you voice
and hear you say, it's alright.
I wish, I wish every night
Wouldn't be a fight
with myself.
Every night I sob and I weep,
I miss you so much,
Till I fall asleep.
1 of every 10 people born is gay. That means 1 of every 10 people is instantly put
down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more.. all for
something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide as a way of
escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who
they ...are, put this on your profile, most of you won't:( , but let's see the 5% of you
who will :) The boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl
you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. The boy you called lame? He has to work
every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day? She's
already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old
man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. The boy you
made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think you know them? Guess what, You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if
you're that 1% that has a heart
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Cna yuo raed tihs??? Olny 55% of plepoe can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The pheonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig
to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a
wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae
the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! fi yuo cna raed tihs, palce it in
yuor porfile 95% of teens would freak out if they saw Miley Cyrus or the Jonas brothers on a 247'
building ready to jump off. Copy and paste this in your profile if you are one of the 5%
that would bring a bucket of popcorn, a chair, a video camera and yell ???JUMP!???
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My name is Chris I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly Then maybe
my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't do a wrong I can't speak at all Or else I'm locked up All day long. When I'm awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's bar. I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall. I try to hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says it's my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy
continues With more bad words spoken, ''I'm sorry!? I scream But it?s now much too late. His face has been twisted Into an unimaginable shape. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Chris I am three,Tonight my daddy Murdered
me. Re post if you are against child abuse.