People say that hate is a strong word
 But so is love
 Yet we throw it around like its nothing
 I'm Andrielle and I'll let you get the best of me.


PROFILEY

I am a wandering spirit tangled in the shit of this transient thing called human existence. I'm the product of the things that have happened to me and the decisions I refused to make. I am nothing different than other people, I am pretty normal-- well, I thought I was unique back then but people started claiming they were unique too, so, hello reality.

EXITSY

Pausiu Jio Denielle James Crisa

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Thursday, May 29, 2008
6:59 PM

Dangling like a marionette,
There is a boy being manipulated,
By depression fear and love,
As the strings get pulled tighter,
And more will leaves his body,
Strength flows down to the floor,
And his eyes glaze over,
Everything in this world,
Seemed so wrong and dark,
That the puppeteer took him.

Now the strings aren’t strings,
They are thick rope,
Wrapped tight around his neck,
While he dangles like a marionette,
From the ceiling,
With the will leaving his body,
In a red torrent,
His eyes glaze over once and for all,
And the play ends.

Will you ever notice me...

6:59 PM

Dangling like a marionette,
There is a boy being manipulated,
By depression fear and love,
As the strings get pulled tighter,
And more will leaves his body,
Strength flows down to the floor,
And his eyes glaze over,
Everything in this world,
Seemed so wrong and dark,
That the puppeteer took him.

Now the strings aren’t strings,
They are thick rope,
Wrapped tight around his neck,
While he dangles like a marionette,
From the ceiling,
With the will leaving his body,
In a red torrent,
His eyes glaze over once and for all,
And the play ends.

Will you ever notice me...

Thursday, May 22, 2008
5:06 AM


I noticed that it has been a loooong time since my last post here. It's not like I'm busy its more like because I'm too lazy to put something in here. SO here goes nothing..

Can you see through my facade?
I know your secrets, but you don’t know mine.
The mask I hide behind; the light cannot shine.
This is my guard that will never fade.

Why should I remove this mask?
It shields my soul, more than you could know.
It may be dull; this common daily flow.
The reason for its use; no one asks.

Can you see through my facade?
A question born from my curiousity of you.
Am I the person that you think you really knew?
Here your words shall be laid..

Will you ever notice me...