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Name: Raphy

Age: 16

Ethnicity: Filipino (although like many, mixed)

Sex: Female

Musical Idols: SANTANA, Stephen Speaks, JOHN FRUSCIANTE, SIA, Amy Winehouse,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 597 of 656
+ THE WILL TO LIVE FOR YOU + Look- nothing. You abandoned me. In deafening silence, i wondered "Why?" Oh, clich and over used. But you never gave an answer. Why can't you see? Did you ever see me cry? Your disappearance so sudden, You didn't even walk away. False hopes, expected promises unfulfilled. I'm always led astray. T... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Pain from love: 100 of 108
Heart-Wife (She) You call her lover, I'd say sugar sucker "How much should I take for you?" "How many is she taking from you?" Just how many pieces have you lost? She's welcome to your heaven and she'd step through you. Entrance is one thing, but she's abusive, yeah? She's welcome to your heaven, where your soul lies, You ha... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Drinking: 39 of 42
I'm just so totally honest, but I couldn't take it if they were Locked in a dream world but I would die if they took me back So I smashed up the mosaic, and burned down the ashes My life's a contradiction because I take my martini laced with crack What a bright scene, lights-a-blinding and sparks-a-flashin' Music mind bendin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 1220 of 1293
+ KISS + Deep inside my shattered soul A monster lies asleep Living in an endless black hole Where the smell of blood begins to creep In the hours of silence You can never find peace A moan of quiet violence My spirit comes to unleash A bloody slit across my back A dagger cuts beneath My spine created a deafening crack An i ... More..
Relationships & Family > Friendship Advice Is it better to have a large or small group of friends?: 87 of 92

"Friendship" is something much more valuable and deeply affecting than anything that has a quantity of more than 10 at the most. Majority of us have acquaintances and associates whose head count will not fit in a calculator, but not all of us even have enough "friends" to count in one hand, and for the many who do, they are ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Experiencing nature: 44 of 46
Wanderer The sun sets and the wind rustles by like the wanderer as he observes all of what his senses could let him. He can almost see the wind's spirit as she seductively dances around him through the thin windows between (seemingly) parallel worlds. The vagrant moves to follow her calling, and the wind blows as if to follo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 625 of 653
Nightmare Gamble Pieces of a broken dream Left in jagged shards Left behind in a suppressed scream Go ahead, play your cards A face of a dream slashed and scarred defaced from what it was Go ahead, play your last card Unmask this dream As the darkness prevails in this unreal play save your last card, the diamond ace Broken P... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Adventure: 176 of 183
Travel Writing: Short story for a secret place September 15 2005 11:30 PM Year 9 It was 4:00 in midmorning when Joseph was woken up by the strong, noisy, gashing waves slapping on the sides of his wooden boat. Or so his ancient alarm clock stated, as it ticked along, the tick-tock sound hardly audible over the noise the endl... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Relationships: 89 of 91
So Long As Its For Real Sincerity in his eyes- a dagger 'cause it cuts me asleep Sincerity in my eyes- vulnerability, 'cause it lets him. But i don't really care how much it would bleed. So long as he knows it's real... Chorus: But maybe he don't know, Maybe he don't care, Or maybe he struggles to ignore. The way i feel, its... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 681 of 693
+ IS THAT- YOU? + Penetrating the still, tranquil night: Your cry. A whisper through the air like the wind rustling the unmoving curtains. Steady yet brittle; easily broken. No! it cannot be you.... It could never be... not anymore Though i wish- but... No. Not anymore... not now. A second desperate moan, Deprived and longin... More..