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Sex: female
Age: 44
Location: , , United States
Rating: 9.88
Rating points: 17334
Member since: July 15, 2005
Last logged in: November 22, 2008, 04:32pm
Account Status: Free Account
Rated by: 1754 people

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About Me

I am a lover, yet I tend to hate everything.
Narcissistic little child yet so unsure of myself.
Vain about anything, yet looks for beauty in e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
People tell me I’m so beautiful, but I believe that I'm ugly.

I think sex is one of the most wonderful things you can give toanother human being.

I’m scared of d e a t h.

I wish I knew more about anything.

I L O V E to read books.
I hate reality TV.

I have a MOHAWK.

I am a D.e.a.t.h.r.o.c.k.e.r:
Definition:

Part of Speech: noun
Death rocker: A subculture that revolves around gothic fashion and music.



Girls and guys with M O H A W K's are the sex.
As much as I’m u.n.s.u.r.e of myself,
I KNOW that I’m most likely better than YOU.


I’m such a web-design whore, I speak in codes

My mind is always busy with thoughts
E.v.e.r.y second of the day.
I can’t s h u t myself up, even if I try.



I prefer reading a good book at home,
then seeing an half-assed movie.

Going to the beach in the middle of the n i g h t is the best thing e.v.e.r

I LOVE to meet new people.


I’m scared of L.O.V.E and yet I yearn for it every day.

I am ALL that I am and wouldn’t want it a.n.y other w a y .


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Likes
*Mohawks
*Make-up
*Music
*Poetry
*The color purple

And...


Johnny slut *hearts*

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Hates
*Closeminded fucks.
*People who think Manson started goth
*People who hate the 80's
*People who TyPe LyKe DiS
*!



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My Poetry
Empty Square Box Ruler
Squared box master controller
Zombies sit, no movement at all
Empty eyes, faceless emotions
Minds wither with no thought at all

Ash trays full, empty cans about
Static blurs in every corner
Manikins grow all nice and fat
Ruled by mediocre shows

Bunny ears and satellites
Every neighborhood has these things
Children’s minds grow thinner each day
While adults loose their wisdom

Turned on us, steals our minds
Thing we created controls us
This is our new lord and ruler
Our television square box.
Copyright ©2005 Cheryl Peterson
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Beast Inside
These thoughts are inside my head
Those words that were left unsaid
The reflection that I see
Nothing but a child’s dream

The demon that runs through my veins
Through every last enchanting pain
Shall be released by hatreds sting
Through my own soul I set it free

Vanquished the betrayal inside my mind
It lets me know that it is now mine
Under my control I let it be
It has truly become part of me

The shattered glass on wooden floor
Once showed horrid lies, lays before
Reflection in mirror never been
Now I’m truly the beast with in

Copyright ©2004 Cheryl Peterson
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Sadist Alice
Blood driven, sadist little girl
Holding onto a onyx pearl
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
Power only she can control

White rabbit run far away
Alice wants to play today
No time to look at the watch
But drink away at your scotch

Alice you look so pretty today
Such a beautiful sent of decay
With bloodstains, white fur on your dress
These psychotic things you confess
Copyright ©2004 Cheryl Peterson
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ANA Queen
Shriveled bones of a silent fight
Pale skeleton shines in the night
Beauty outside is perfection
Yet she has been rotting within

Violet eyes with anticipation
To see her body, her creation
Sweet young girl rotting without a care
All for her beauty, her despair
Copyright ©2004 Cheryl Peterson
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Mechanical Eyes

Visions come, visions go
Frantic eyes, her fingers curl
Sounds mix all together
This is her complex world

Many images she demands
World entirely with endless bliss
Portal to get away from her land
Just for a taste of heavens kiss
Copyright ©2003 Cheryl Peterson
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Fallen Angel

Death apon the heavens sky,
One last cry screams goodbye.
Acid tears from the sky above,
Fall to the ground of the unknown.

Apon the unknown down below,
Where bliss and love never show.
A false innocence lays before,
Shall forever so love no more.

The acid tears from heavens sky
Stain thy white pedals ’till they die.
One small last whisper echos for
Her very own purtiy once more.
Copyright ©2002 Cheryl Peterson
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I put this up around Nov. 10, and this many people come to my profile. Most of them never leave comments. Damn stalkers >=/

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