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Birthday
1988-03-08
Gender
Female
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US
Member Since
2006-11-29
Occupation
College Student aka Graphic designer in training
Real Name
Allison, but do call me Ali please
Personal
Achievements
Graduated from high school, taught myself keyboard, made Dean's list at my college (have to have a GPA of 3.5 to 4.0, had a 3.87)
Anime Fan Since
From about when I was... 7
Favorite Anime
Hellsing, Gunslinger girls, gravitation, FAKE, Gundam wing, fruits basket, saiyuki, and Trigun
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To graduate college and get at least an associates degree in Communication design
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Sketching, writing, Playing Keyboard and electric guitar, Creating digital images
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Music, portait drawing, and digital image recreation
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myOtaku.com: SilverWingedAngel
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Sunday, December 3, 2006
what's up everyone!
Took a break from my logo project to get an update in here. Can honestly say not much has really happened today.
Mostly it consisted of me getting my lazy ass out of bed and gettin my wash organized so that will be ready for the week. then sittin down to play guitar for a while. Played that until my dad started complaining about the noise. Then played ddr till lunch.
Afterwards I tried to work on a logo project I have to do. And came up with the idea for a tattoo shop. Mainly cause I used to have a side job of designin tattoos for people so I can use some of my original concepts for the logo. But I started to get fustrated with the design so I came here to get my mind off of it a bit.
Hey if any of ya have any ideas that may work as a tattoo feel free to let me know. cause I will give the design a shot, if ya like.
And lastly for today's post I will leave ya guys with this. It's one of the poems I wrote, wanna see what ya think. Enjoy and have a nice one!
~ Ali~
-----Fallen Angel------
Heavy burdens,
The weight of pain.
All brings the hopeful heart down to the unforgiving earth,
Wings broken and stolen,
A wild spirit grounded and lost.
Laying on the cold ground under the pale moon,
Eyes gazing up at the heavens,
Looking for the healing hand to repair their wings.
No one gazes down at the fallen,
Left to their own will,
Feeling all is hopeless.
Screaming to the endless sea of stars,
Calling with a hopeful heart,
Seemingly unheard by any.
Then helped up with a gentle hand,
Told to get up and start walking.
Moving slowly,
Taking steps one at a time,
Feeling the soft glow of stars to their back.
Trotting now to the east,
The sun rising before the fallen.
Head held high in the morning light,
Eyes no longer revealing loss,
Only confidence.
Wings spread wide healed by the warm sunlight,
Once again a wild spirit,
Free to fly once more,
No fear in each beat of the wings.
Like the proud eagle soaring through the heavens calling,
The once fallen angel soars through the purest of blue skies singing,
Giving all who have fallen the wings to fly,
With hopeful hearts singing to the heavens,
Spirits soar,
Dreams glide on the winds.
Listen to the songs,
Take them in,
The song your spirit sings.
Give it the chance to see the pure morning light,
the chance to be free from pain,
to let dreams fly higher than ever before.
Let your hopes and dreams be your wings.
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