I'm have many favorite colors but mostly blue. I love animal's but mostly wolves there the best. Scenes I was a little girl I loved the the moon but the favorite thing about it is the crescent moon. Even though people think I'm weird because I love vampire's which I'm not afraid to hid well... Kind of I'm a SHY person. My old child hood show is sailor moon I always watch it every Saturdays till they cancelled it which brake's my hart but I always find my way to see the happens in the end.

I read some of your story that did about kagome and so on I have to say they are just prefect that makes me want to read more. In some story's that I'm disappointed is when you give up so easy it brakes my hart my dad told me to never give up secs I'm making this a habit I'll never give up on my story's. It just that when you give on you story's you really are giving up on your fans who love your story's. I hope when you read mien I get good reviews for it if not then I have to try HARDER the next time that won't mean that I'm going to give up so easy.

I love poems mostly dark one for now I have two which are deep so far these are the best.

In the corners of a broken room Where tears are shed within the gloom I see the blood on the floor Begging God, “Please no more!”

The abuse just won’t go away, I’m hit and scared everyday My bones are shattered My heart is tattered Who am I suppose to trust? I have to get away, NO! I must! I try to not cry, I try to be strong I just don’t know if I can hold on.

My mind keeps spinning around the absurd Has this never accrued? Am I supposed to die here? Will you leave me just to lie here?

My hair is tangled into a mess, No one cares to save me; I’m useless. I’m scarred on the outside Within I try to hide. I’m just another victim left to this I’m sure that I won’t be missed. Please let me die, I just want the pain to stop, was my life just a lie.

The horrors of sleep

~By Emily Bronte~

Sleep brings no joy to me. Rememberance never dies. My soul is given to mystery, And lives in sighs.

Sleep brings no rest to me; The shadows of the dead My wakening eyes may never see Surround my bed.

Sleep brings no hope to me, In soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ry Deepen the gloom.

Sleep brings no strength to me, No power renewed to brave; I only sail a wilder sea, A darker wave.

Sleep brings no friend to me to soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on, how scornfully, And I despair.

Sleep brings no wish to fret My harrassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget In endless sleep of death.

I done some myself but I think they not that good if you want you could tell me what you think.

Ice Prison

What a cold winter, as I stand on thin ice. I look at you standing on the warm earth. I called your name as loud as I could. I shivered, I held myself tight, tried to hold the warmth as it slip ever so slowly.

I called to you time and time again as you stand on the warm earth. It feels as if we can't come near one antoher, forbin to speak, to touch one another.

How I long to kiss you, to speak to you with all my heart but no I must stand here in my ice prison.

As we stand in two separte worlds that keep us apart. you look at me with your sweet warm eyes. As look at me I see determened to come were I stand. As if you wanted to hold me tight with all the strangth in the world.

As you stand there I feel unwanted, uncared for. As I stand were snow falls all year round.

I wanted to be were you are. To be happly free once more. How I longed to be freed from these shacaels that holdss me down I wanted to be freed from my Icey cold prison.