Name: Ravenelle
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Sat, 10 Feb 2018
Membership: Member
Personal Bio
My name is Ravenelle.But I like to be called Raven, Rave, Ra-Le,Demon,Midnite,or even Angel.You'd be able to know I got the nicknames Demon and Midnite if I tell you.My birthday is on January 1st.Although,when you ever see me,I may look,sound,and act older,I'm only 8 years old.When you think I wouldn't understand some of the things you're saying,you're wrong.I don't have any family because my past and family are a mystery,but my mom takes care of me.She adopted me when I was born.Her name is Phoenix-Shadow.I don't know who my family is.All I can remember is my name,age,birthday,and also a few other things.Here's a warning:NEVER HURT OR UPSET ANY OF MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS OR YOU'LL REGRET IT.Okay well I'm going to post my poems and even stories below my profile when I can.I'm sure you'll love them^_^
The world is not as it seems.Everyone needs to know the truth,even if it they don't want to hear it.But can they handle it? I think they will.Some things are hard to explain,but at least they'll know everything.Will anyone believe or listen to anything I say?I don't really think people is ever going to believe a little girl.All I know is that my life will change much more than it has before if I tell anyone...
My Dark World As You See It:
In my world,
All that I own is the Darkness
All that is "weird" to you
is perceived to be normal by me
What you may think is "strange"
is what I will call "beautiful"
You may turn away
from what I call "interesting"
But Who Cares?
My world is for me
Dark Child:
Can one be so empty?
So cold and heartless?
Allowing no one to touch them....
To hear nothing but hatred
Until the angle falls upon them
Until her black wings are out stretched
Watching them always,
Waiting to capture,
Death awaits them
Not knowing they'll end,
End for their crimes,
End for the hurt and pain caused
Onyx eyes they see
Yet character unknown to them
Character no one can described......
The eyes capture them
They want to know
To see, to help, to fill with happiness.
She is happy doing what's right
Those wings show pretty and untouched
The eyes around the onyx is a hint of gleam
She's there watching, waiting
There to help, to see the weak become strong
Strong with her help to take their pain
She's happy for them
She's known the feeling
Always going to her place
Her love and he's happy
Happy to see her fight
Fight for the right
For the innocent......
Yet is she innocent
Many wonder why she's this way
Allowing no one near her
Not even her own
Standing back watching her pain
Watching her suffering
Taking others sufferings away
Putting it in her
She takes those away
Making sure the innocent are avenged
Yet allowing no hope for her self
Allowing no love
Just blackness
No heart, nothing, for she is the darkness that falls on them...
Black Rose:
I am the black rose,
Among all the red
And though no one knows
I have no tears to shed
Covered in the ashes
That I burned myself
I am buried in my past
And what I have dealt
I probably should have known
That I?d pay for what I have done
But the truth is, I?ve grown
And in the end I have won
There is much I have learned
Despite the circumstances,
And I know I didn?t really earn
All those second chances
I didn?t even try my best
All I did was play my game
I failed the unwritten test
Smothering me in charcoal shame
It was only later did I see
Who I had become
Lost in a red, red sea
And I the only black one
I am sure beneath the waves,
Trapped in memories and time,
There are a few we didn?t save
And who we?ll never find
But as I stand here,
And look around this garden
Few friends remain there
While so many have fallen
In the weeds that keep returning,
And in the colorless world of green
It?s hard to keep on yearning
For what used to be seen
A rainbow of flowers, old and new
Without much clutter
And the enemies few
But it?s this - that makes me shudder
To think what we had in our hands,
What has drifted and fell
From soil, to sand
Who we once were - no one can tell
This garden is astray in a drought
Trapped in sea of troubles
It?s not a wonder I don?t stand out
Lost in this cloud of rubble
We are in black and white
This overrun garden of rotten seeds
The flowers left have no light
Forgotten in lost creeds
So I suppose that is why
No one really missed me
And that?s the reason I don?t cry
For what may be
We are in a pit of gray
So it?s easy to misplace,
In this dark without day,
One single face
I stay in my corner now,
Watching the garden overflow
Though I severally doubt
Anyone really knows
What this mess of flowers, and weeds,
Crawling in and out every spring,
Really did for me,
Or what it really means
This blooming blossom, forgotten,
Who no longer has a place,
Has found a home in?
This grayish little space
And I even though I took root,
So long ago, no one really knows
That I will never be moved,
This girl, this, black rose