December ninth day or night in 1987 I was brought into this world to create Art. OH boy How many of you still get carded for rated R films? Imagine if I tried to buy alcohol ( though I really don't have any interest in it) that's right I'm a no fun boring kinda of girl It's another year but to me it's another chapter that gets written too quickly.

Well to all my fello people born on December 9th

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Love as deep as your shallow heart
You freeze my emotions
The winter is summer compared to your love
Satan has more compassion

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And I
I mean nothing
towards you
how could I
And I
I would have loved you
but I have
no place in your heart

Love as depressing as a lost loved one
Your tears are bitter
Slashing at my every mistake
I could never do better

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Throwing me down
where I belong
I know I'm paying for all my mistakes
I must have done something terribly wrong
Or you would have loved me too.

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(c)Talisha Cowin

Juliet as pretty as a flower died to be with her lover in hell. Like a flower, she died to quick and like a flower she is gone. Her petals are withering she is barren and gone to the dust in the ground never to be seen nor heard again. For what is beauty when it is wasted and scatter to the wind.Her sadder story is left, she will never see her Romeo agian. Such love struck teenagers so into there forbidden love how would it have ended when the romance was gone. But I guess they'll never know the last residue is in the burning memory forever lost in her soul to never see the light, never feel his embrace, never feel nothing, but the pain that is forever sticking at her every nerve.

But as they say it is better to have love once than to have never loved at all but love is not always worth committing suicide for.

Dear Journal,

If to no one else I just want to talk to you, to you my Journal. Do you notice the change in me? Do you notice how I fake this cheer and how I over indulge in enthusiasm? My art is some where else lately because I am some where else physically and mentally. I live in my sub contentious mind maybe I've always been here. I see other things other worlds places I've been but never have been. Perhaps I've never really lost this child living in this decrepit body. It could be that I have captured her and I am torturing her by keeping her so bored. But I cannot help but enjoy her presents, her thoughts, her feelings, and everything that she is. Her being is one with me, a piece of this puzzle that seems to have lost segments. I feel confident with her whispering in my ear of funny tidbits and thoughts that come to her whim. Maybe secretly I am her prisoner or it could be that we are lost soul-mates and this is the only way we can be together. If so she may live with me forever not just in till I die but beyond that. Note that she is not my lover but something much more valuable and I cherish her.

Sincerely,
Talisha

Thank you! All of you




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