User:Jessika Thiele

Well, what can I say more than a blank page could say in here?

My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.

Retarded

Oh, what did you do to the poetic corpse? Marveallous scent marching down the road.

My dear soldier of death, finally you came back where worms lay on the ground.

Didn't lose faith in your fighting abilities; born in the dark pool of blood.

I know you listen to them: the intrigued sound of dying war.

The one that's going to stalk you entire eternity. Suffering for the fragile mob. No surprise you're said to be a fool.

(Lady of Poetry)

I suppose my own blog site might be more helpful to chracterize me: [1]