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Birthday
• 1994-01-07
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Female
Location
• Don't know, my guess, Hell...
Member Since
• 2006-11-17
Occupation
• A strange girl creature waiting for life to begin.
Real Name
• Jinx and only if I have given you permission, I shall allow you to call me something else.
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Achievements
• I don't have any.
Anime Fan Since
• 1997
Favorite Anime
• Clamore, InuYasha, Elfen Lied, Loveless, Wolf's Rain, Fruits Basket, Fullmetal Alchemist, Prince of Tennis, Mar, Naruto, Bleach, Scryed
Goals
• To find my purpose in this Hell filled world we call home.
Hobbies
• Art. Mainly sketching, etc.
Talents
• Art and nothing more. (It's shocking I even have one.)
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Friday, December 19, 2008
“Calling Love of Mine.”
Hunger for food is nothing compared to hunger towards you.
Pain is tolerable if not caused by you.
Rich or poor, my love will always stay the same.
Although, my heart you tore, you still, in my heart, remain.
Homeless, I wait for your presence to meet mine. To feel your soul so divine.
It's remarkable to see such a being in love with another such as I.
Randall James Wolfgram, I love you so much.
And you and only you, my being yearns for your touch.
© 12-19-08 Morgan Evans AKA - Jinx 13 JDR
“Corruption in the Fighters”
Cannot sleep.
All I do is weep.
And in my scarred mind,
It creeps.
I wish to hide.
I can feel it from behind,
Always there, watching.
Its eyes, no where near kind.
They’re always there, taunting,
And always wanting something –
Corruption, a word we all fear.
Moving closer with its envious silent steps, flaunting.
I scream, no sound, at least that I can hear.
It’s so close; I can hear the quit chuckling in my ear.
I start to wonder what in hell’s name could it be?
I look up frighteningly, my vision surprisingly clear.
And what did I see, you ask?
Why, none other than me.
© 9-8-08 Morgan Evans AKA - Jinx 13 JDR
“Aching and breaking”
Watch me tremble,
Watch me shake.
I’m no longer nimble,
It may have been a mistake.
Art is my passion,
The thing that keeps me sane.
Even in school sessions,
I felt the fogginess leave my brain.
My wrists are aching.
They grind and pop.
Thinking of it, my heart is breaking.
Wishing it would stop.
Watch me tremble.
Watch me shake.
I would never think of it as a mistake.
© 9-11-08 Morgan Evans AKA - Jinx 13 JDR
“A simple wish”
I know of a man,
He seems so kind.
Who seems to care, unlike other men.
He stays behind,
And leaves a friend a special gift.
Three red roses and some alcohol,
Into the graveyard, he seems to drift.
Most people seem a bit worried, but not all.
I am one of them who aren’t.
I feed it sweet,
That he would visit a deceased man of art.
I wish I could walk into that graveyard with my own two feet,
And leave a present for the artist the man visits,
My own bit of uniqueness –
A white rose on the grave, just let it sit.
This is my special wish.
He lived a tragic life filled with misery and woe,
But I have to say, I would have gotten no where with my art without Edgar Allen Poe.
© 9-11-08 Morgan Evans AKA - Jinx 13 JDR
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