Melancholia Tartarus

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Birthday: 07/29

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My Names Claire

Im 21 Not For Long

Im Four Foot Nine And A Dog End LOL

My Hairs Dark Blond But I Die It Black

I Love To Write Poetry And Write Stories

Im A Wiccan Witch ( White Witch ) A Nice One

I Love Animals I Have A Dog (Collie) Fish ( Creepy ,Wisdom,Goldy)
And Two Birds ( Marius And Santino)

My Freinds Say Im Good At Giving Advice ,Listening, Fun To Talk To,Really funny ,Helpful ,A Good Shoulder To Cry On.

I Love To Paint

I Love Spongebob Sqaurepants Huge Fan

I Love All Types Of Music

Very Bubbly And Always A smile On My Face LOL

I'm soon To Be Doing My Dream Job Which Is Working In This Historical Sector Of Work

Feel Free To Ask Me Questions About Myself Ill Be More Than Happy To Answer Them For You

I'm Also A Goth
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This Journals is gonna be filled with poetry ,qout's ,short storys i hope you injoy them as much as i do

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Melancholia Tartarus Report | 09/19/2010 6:49 am
Melancholia Tartarus
xp Spiders seldom see too well. xp

Spiders have no sense of smell. heart




Spiders spin out silken threads.

Spiders don't have separate heads.

Spider bodies are two-part.

Spider webs are works of art.

Spiders don't have any wings.

heart Spiders live on living things.

Spiders always have eight legs.

Spiders hatch straight out of eggs.

Since all these facts are surely so,

Spiders are not insects, no!

from my hands Report | 09/18/2010 10:06 am
from my hands
thansk for your contribution to the future of my avi.
leah cuzac Report | 09/16/2010 11:18 am
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thx for caring
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Lovely Star Mustang Report | 09/16/2010 10:12 am
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I love your avi its sooooooooooooooooooooo pretty.
XxSmexieBabeXx Report | 09/16/2010 7:25 am
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Melancholia Tartarus Report | 09/16/2010 3:05 am
Melancholia Tartarus
”[u]Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.”
– Corrie Ten Boom
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Melancholia Tartarus Report | 09/15/2010 11:41 am
Melancholia Tartarus
lol arise stressed

the screams and moans biggrin
they're etched in blood and stone

dressed in red coats
and marching to their coffins

though worn out
and breathless

the soldiers marched on
that night their corpses would arise

it kills me slowly
lost and lonely

would you know
of pain and taboo

biggrin would no one notice?
the blood on your head
blaugh
and would no one notice?
heart the man resides within the dead heart
Melancholia Tartarus Report | 09/14/2010 10:47 am
Melancholia Tartarus

The Rape of the Lock

WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing -- This Verse to C---, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n Belinda may vouchfafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred Lord t'assault a gentle Belle?
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle Belle reject a Lord?
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?

Sol thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray,
And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day;
Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing Shake,
And sleepless Lovers, just at Twelve, awake:
Thrice rung the Bell, the Slipper knock'd the Ground,
And the press'd Watch return'd a silver Sound.
Belinda still her downy Pillow prest,
Her Guardian Sylph prolong'd the balmy Rest.
'Twas he had summon'd to her silent Bed
The Morning-Dream that hover'd o'er her Head.
A Youth more glitt'ring than a Birth-night Beau,
(That ev'n in Slumber caus'd her Cheek to glow)
Seem'd to her Ear his winning Lips to lay,
And thus in Whispers said, or seem'd to say.

Fairest of Mortals, thou distinguish'd Care
Of thousand bright Inhabitants of Air!
If e'er one Vision touch'd thy infant Thought,
Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught,
Of airy Elves by Moonlight Shadows seen,
The silver Token, and the circled Green,
Or Virgins visited by Angel-Pow'rs,
With Golden Crowns and Wreaths of heav'nly Flowers,
Hear and believe! thy own Importance know,
Nor bound thy narrow Views to Things below.
Some secret Truths from Learned Pride conceal'd,
To Maids alone and Children are reveal'd:
What tho' no Credit doubting Wits may give?
The Fair and Innocent shall still believe.
Know then, unnumbered Spirits round thee fly,
The light Militia of the lower Sky;
These, tho' unseen, are ever on the Wing,
Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring.
Think what an Equipage thou hast in Air,
And view with scorn Two Pages and a Chair.
As now your own, our Beings were of old,
And once inclos'd in Woman's beauteous Mold;
Thence, by a soft Transition, we repair
From earthly Vehicles to these of Air.
Think not, when Woman's transient Breath is fled,
That all her Vanities at once are dead:
Succeeding Vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the Cards.
Her Joy in gilded Chariots, when alive,
And Love of Ombre, after Death survive.
For when the Fair in all their Pride expire,
To their first Elements the Souls retire:
The Sprights of fiery Termagants in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's Name.
Soft yielding Minds to Water glide away,
And sip with Nymphs, their Elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of Mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the Fields of Air.

Know farther yet; Whoever fair and chaste
Rejects Mankind, is by some Sylph embrac'd:
For Spirits, freed from mortal Laws, with ease
Assume what Sexes and what Shapes they please.
What guards the Purity of melting Maids,
In Courtly Balls, and Midnight Masquerades,
Safe from the treach'rous Friend, and daring Spark,
The Glance by Day, the Whisper in the Dark;
When kind Occasion prompts their warm Desires,
When Musick softens, and when Dancing fires?
'Tis but their Sylph, the wise Celestials know,
Tho' Honour is the Word with Men below.

Some Nymphs there are, too conscious of their Face,
For Life predestin'd to the Gnomes Embrace.
These swell their Prospects and exalt their Pride,
When Offers are disdain'd, and Love deny'd.
Then gay Ideas crowd the vacant Brain;
While Peers and Dukes, and all their sweeping Train,
And Garters, Stars, and Coronets appear,
And in soft Sounds, Your Grace salutes their Ear.
'Tis these that early taint the Female Soul,
Instruct the Eyes of young Coq
archangels_bride Report | 09/12/2010 7:51 am
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Melancholia Tartarus Report | 09/10/2010 10:23 am
Melancholia Tartarus
heart DEATH heart

xp All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing. xp

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