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Name: Ariel Country: United States State: New Mexico Metro: Albuquerque Birthday: 2/20/1991 Gender: Female
Interests: I'm vegetarian, and i'm all for animal rights. I love writing, and my passion is poetry. I'm really girly, I love pink, and all the normal girl stuff like; hair, make-up, nails, and clothes. I play the bass guitar. I have blonde hair, and blue eyes. I love acting, and modeling. I love my God, and hes my best friend. My friends and family are the most important things in my life. I have great ambition and i hope to go to harvard and become a laywer. I love country and oddly enough rock music. I love to dance and sing, not well i might add. Other than that i'm just a simple girl with hopes and dreams waiting for my prince charming. Expertise: being odd. Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/27/2005
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| There she lays as herself.
She rested her head on the pillow that caught so many of her tears. She wraped herself in the blanket that has sheilded her from so many cold nights. And wept. Her reasons for crying so hard are slightly unknown to her. She lay there and all she can think about is how no words that leak from her tainted mouth are ever the right things to say. Her eyes are swollen and she can not see, for her vision is not only covered by the water seeping from her eyes, but also because she lays there in the dark for there she feels as if no one can directly see her inperfections. She has come to the relization that she is not perfect, though she trys so hard to grasp a little taste of it for herself, but always seems to fail. Her whole world revolves around one person and one person only, but she catches the thought that, that one person may be looking at her as not quite good enough. Those thoughts linger for a while until they are pushed away by the knowlage that this man not only loves her, but will also give his life so that she will still have lungs to breath through. Her attempt for rest is a little closer to success as she thinks about thier first kiss. He held her and leaned his perfect body over to touch her unexpected lips for the first time. She is a little closer to her state of dreaming, so she starts to imagine thier life and relationship as it is, and she starts to finally drift off. She looks so innocent. This is the only time she will look not only like a Girlfriend or daughter, but as only herself, no hidden dreams or thoughts, no covered emotions, and no label or name that she is worried about upholding, just herself as she is really deep inside. | | |
| *just a little piece of advice. If you love someone , and you know that they are your world, don't give them a reason to frown because of something you did or said. Cause i can tell you from experience if thier upset because someone else did something you can make them feel better, but if its your fault theres nothing you can say or do to make them smile again.*
Why do i hurt him?
He's so perfect,
You know theres nothing wrong
But then his smile
Is completly gone
I try so hard
just to be the reason he laughs
But then i open my mouth
and the hurt pours so fast
I hate seeing him like this
It hurts me so bad
but when i know its all my fault
that feeling seems to last
he's so wonderful
and I'm still trying to be
So why do i hurt him
When he's so perfect to me. | | |
| Harvest
Harvest can mean so many things, so many things in deed.
Harvest can mean harvesting of the food. OR Harvest can mean the harvesting of the heart in need. We can harvest so many things, there are so many things to do.
You can harvest from the word. You can harvest from the Lord. You can harvest from a friend. There really isn't any end.
The harvesting from the word will make you feel good inside. There really isn't any need to hide, when you're filled from harvesting inside.
Share your harvest and watch it grow. It will grow & grow & grow faster than you know.
Spread your harvest to those in need. You'll never know where you started a seed.
Give thanksgiving to our Great Provider. He will never let us thirst or hunger.
Giving thanks is part of the harvest of the heart. Everyone who shares, need only a little part. For Blessings & Thanks are in & from the heart.
From His heart to ours and from ours to His. Let us give Thanks
BECAUSE
!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS LIVES !!!!!!!!!! | | |
| LOVE 
Life has been pretty good. I'm finally feeling as if i'm
really someones world like so many people have been to
me. I know i have fallen head over heels for the prince
charming that i've always dreamed about. Hes so sweet
and he makes me smile just by breathing. He holds me
and i get butterflies in my stomach, he says "I love you"
and all the problems disipear. I don't know where this
all comes from, but I just hope that his feelings for me
never go away.
It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known him. If he's had you smiling since day one don’t ever lose him.
i'`m looking for real love;; ridiculous; heart warming; uncontrolable; can'`t live without eachother <33 love | | |
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My Friend, My Love
It began as all fires do, a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colourful delight. You held my hand, became my friend, earned my trust and my future once again looked bright.
Loneliness turned to hope, emptiness filled up with dreams. Hunger was satisfied, and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams.
Tears no longer hit the ground, they fall on your loving shoulder. I feel younger, as our love grows older.
When sorrow leaves me wilted as a sun-parched rose, your comfort is a river that flows and flows. The sun's light, the morning dew, they are all the beauty that is you.
When passion ebbs, as tides do, love fills the wake, and carries us through.
Your strength is as the oak, but if it is my need you bend like the willow. My heart is filled, like a lucky sail with wind to billow.
Harsh cold winters, wet springs, blissful summer heat, and the fall of time, They'll weather my spirit, with grace and peace, your hand in mine.
Our love's sweet creations, joyous children, blessed am I thanks to God and you. What greater beauty could shed light, on the love that came from two.
Love's sweet reflection, laughing, growing, thriving, learning. Words cannot express what my heart feels, how strong my love is burning.
When God took one home, I felt my heart would never again see the sun. But you, my love, walked with me, through the sadness, and together we share the memories that keep our family one.
The lines of age will etch their mark on us and time will take the strength from our bodies. But love's brush will paint for us a picture of such beauty, That a hundred lifetimes could not remove their glory.
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