Name: Antanasia487
Birthday: Jun 10 1994
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Sat, 22 Jan 2011
Membership: Member
Personal Bio
Hello to all. I'm Antanasia. My friends call me Asia.
No. I'm not actually asian. ^^0
So, I'm 16, and I am a practicer of magic.(woot to confession time!) Ok, so things I enjoy....I enjoy walking in thunderstorms. I enjoy drawing my life away. I love to write and when I finally get my hard-as-hell feelings out, I feel like I've conqured the world. Until I get another emotional dilema. Then I hit the restart button and do the whole damn thing over again.
I love movies, stories, just about anything that's lopping off heads, and running horses over battlefeilds to kill eachother. ^^
If you actually knew me, you'd say I never talk. (according to this, I can't shut up... -.-)
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Now what am I supposed to write? hmm...
If I could have mini creatures that are actually alive, I'd have 40 horses that are no more than an inch tall and then knights to ride them back and forth and give me ideas to write! ^^3
I like the color black.... red.... grey.... white....
Yup. that's me.
I'm fun to talk to and I listen to anything. Plus, I keep secrets to the grave.(personal code of honor)
I'm open to most ideas.
But obviously, if you're looking for an "Easy A", then screw off to be blunt. I'm closed unless you get to know me really well.
But yet I'll talk to you ^^
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.
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