Sloane39

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Sketchfu-ing since 09/02/2007 (user #14752)

female, single

In the darkest corner of your basement......

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About Sloane39

Kat Dennings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a band.........Im the one who gose crazy on the metal........on the guitar.........
Our name is Suicidal Child........

Oh yea the person on my friends list named BloodRose is the other guitarist in my band and she is the vocalist too.

You Rock Black Rose!!!

Oh yeah my nickname is Souvenir Of Sadness.
Im an poet and writer.

One of my poems.....unfortunatly it is untitled.....Give me feedback on the poem...

My love for her
It is no longer a doubt
It is a true impotuosity burning deep inside of me
For her immaculate being
Entralling my heart,
Amorously twisting, turning, and tearing me up
For this ideal, pure, faultless,exquisite person has caused this aspiration
There is no longer trepidation prevading me
But on the contrary there is a love of thou broken heart

-Souvenir Of Sadness-

New poems!!!!!!!!!

My feelings are as dark as a moonless night sky.
As her lips are as blue as my pulsing heart.
For my tears are as red as that rose that lays apon her godly corpse.
And my life fades away as hers did that night.
-Souvenir Of Sadness-

Broken Yet Beautiful

In my arms she lyes
For the world she denys
As seen in her eyes
Those beautiful eyes
A love she hates
Putting her in this helpless state
Such pain, how do this faultless being create?
A human so ideal
For my heart she has concealed
And now her pain she has revealed.
For her I see as
Broken Yet Beautiful
-Sovenir Of Sadness-

<I do apologize for my horrible spelling. And to think I want to be a writer when I grow up. Lol>

NEW POEM- July 2, 2008.......

She had a book
A notebook
Filled with unknow things

She scribbled away
While the go-carts zoomed round
The things left unspoken
Unsaid

And I watched her
Intently
Trying to understand

And I watched her

She paused for a few moments, looking up
Just to think...to think

And I beleive she saw me watching

Respondingly she turned to me
A smile...

A smile
the pretty...the beautiful...
smile
To pull me in
For me to want more
One smile...

And I watched forever...

And she smiled once again

And a surge flew through me

And I watched her again

Thoughts in my head...
Who is she?
The notebook?
What should I do?
What if...?

I suddenly had enough courage...

I stood up and walked over
Walked over to booth
And stood there
And watched her

She was completly unaware
Too busy scribbling away
As the go-carts zoomed round

She suddenly looked up
And she smiled
She simled...
Expectedly I returned a smile

I asked
"How many laps do they go around?"
She said much
Explained in detail
That they went around for five minutes

I could barely hear
Hear her voice...
But for what I heard...
It was sweet

I thanked her
Once again we exchanged smiles
There was a short moment
Where we just stared
And then I turned to return to my place

And I watched her

Watched her with my hands in my pockets
In my pocket I held a shell
A black shell
One ment for her

The go-carts stopped zooming
And it was my last chance
Clutching the shell tightly in my hand
I stood
Started towards the booth

People began to file out
And my courage began to fade
They were waiting for me
And I was waiting on myself

And she was waiting for people in line

I watched her
She no longer looked at me
So I turned walked away
Emotions in a fray

But...I stil watched her
And never stopped watching her

And I watched her...
-Souvenir Of Sadness-

-For this poem above......I am not a stalker.....I was just curious......and sorry this one is really long and different than my usual.....hope you all still like it-

August 20 2008

The world is full of sadomasochists, we all try to love.

-Souvenir of Sadness-

-If you don't understand this quote now, you will sadly understand at some point in time in your life....

August 21 2008

Electricity and Lust...