Lianna Fuquay the Secondage 18
Desc: A lass of 5' 6" with a lean and wiry frame, a product of the country side.Though she bares muscles underneath her skin, arms are made for strength rather than any type of vanity like the boys hold. Slight bit of extra skin around her waist and hips, but it makes her look soft in the proper places.Keen golden eyes that are a mark of her having stayed within kitty form a bit to long. Teeth slightly pointed, appearing fanged.Her skin tone is a light brown bes peaking of native American decent within her bloodline somewhere, more than likely making up 45% of her blood.Her dark brown hair holds a slight curl to it when she'll wear it down to dry, falling to her shoulder. More often than not you'll find her hair pulled back into a ponytail, unless her current protector orders her to wear it differently. Though she's been known to remove shorter lengths to hide most of the scar on her right face, trying to make it look smaller than it really is. Slightly older scars mar her upper
PassageI heard the news today and
My mind couldn't begin to bend around,
The passing of your soul as sound.
I never knew how cold the sun really was,
As I tucked my security bear in tight.
A thousand tears and more have been shed
In simple offering poor though it may be.
Many have been shed in sorrow and
As fate would have it many more to come.
I have to say that there has been
An equal amount for the joy of knowledge
That your unjustified suffering is done.
Life wasn't very nice in the tragedies
I've watched you face with bravery.
So though I may never hear your laughter
As I come around the corner again.
Even if I can never tease you again
About your decent guitar skills.
Though I won't be able to hold you close
To give you the support in times of need,
And trust each other for a time with vulnerabilities.
You'll never be forgotten though I've yet to see your grave,
Of all the things I can't hide from is
The peice of heart you claimed
A Tale of TalesIt was a day like any other with
The scent of rain upon the winds.
A poor creature with large black eyes watched as
Its brothers and sisters went home with everyone else.
Sorrow touched his poor little heart just as
With a boom the sky opened to pour out the tears
Wee Bonnie Tucker couldn't spill for himself.
With a flash of lightening salvation walked into his life,
Curves that seemed to go fro miles upon ends and
A fanged smile that promised all types of endless nights.
Why this delectable creature happened to travel down
The aisle that he was I Wee Bonnie Tucker could never know.
Yet at the feet of the demon sex kitten he fell proclaiming adorations,
Pouring his little heart to the one he wanted.
Though she seemed indifferent by his proclamations,
By some sure stroke of fate she picked him up and
Our poor Wee Bonnie Tucker had found his home.
Ah but it was not to be everything he thought it would,
Denied the privilege of a bath with his new Mistress
He found himself shortly forgotte
The Home of a SoulEveryone has there own special place to travel,
when the days are long and the nights hallow.
A place considered our sanctuary and
a place that is safe beyond all others known.
It sings to the heart and soul,
in ways that many could never comprehend,
a song of healing and
a land to call our own.
For myself its a remote part of land that eyes
often don't bother to see.
A relam of mystery and hope with a song all it's own,
a place where the nymphs play and sing all day
luring me from the lands that I have tried to stay.
Yet often over the years have I return
to that small little grove of trees
to watch the nymphs dance upon the petals and
to listen to the tune of my soul.
Glorious is the music that comes to help heal
what may have been done in my time gone,
Wonderful is the beauty that always unfolds
when I stop to let these eyes pause to watch.
Marvelous is the feeling of the soild earth
between naked toes that have longed for the touch.
Deep within the forest where
the sounds of the fo
Self ReasoningHow can one put into words the lifetime they've lead
and the things that have happen within it?
There has been the good,bad, and worse
with all types of mayhem added to the mix of life.
I've been lost and found only to manage
to loose myself within the confines of my mind,
not sure who I am most the times.
I've been hurt to the core of my soul before
and hold wounds that will probablly never heal,
though some have healed with a little time and
chances are I will be whole again in the future.
I can't say I do hold onto a thing called hope,
to often I've worked up to it
to fall from the caverns of the peak built.
My eyes have born witness to things that
I would never wish upon an enemy.
I"ve walked down the path of fear and
face many a things that will always be my trial and
somethings I will suffer in silence,
because some burdens you bare alone.
Yet through all the pain and hurt I know,
Through all the pain and suffering to come,
I really can't say that for all the chances
that I would
When you earn your wings.Often time we feel so alone in this world of ours,
that there isn't a chance that someone could
even begin to understand what you happen to feel.
Loosing sight of what we once thought was a dream,
sacrificing hope just to be able to smile for a time.
Scoffing at those who've gone before us,
when they offer sage advice that we refused to listen
to until we gain a slap upside the head
and put in our place so that we listen until
the giver of advice is satisfied that the message
had been driven home in the darken hour.
Offering insight that really if you pay close to,
will bring a whole new perception.
It lifts you up to reach for those stars you'd
been aiming for that had seem out of range.
Even when it doesn't hit at first,
one day you'll realize that
you've finally earned your wings.