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_*WELCOME TO MY PROFILE!*_
Well hello my name is Ashley im 19 years old and love to write poetry been all my life ever sence iv grown up well thats all for now ta ta



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**_MY LIKES:
_I like pizza,Hacky sack,Sleeping,Animals,Music,Poetry(big thing in my life),Storys,Drawing,,POP,Humor,Guy clothes,Spiked braclets and stuff,Smokes,Lighters,Food period,Video games,Computer games,Friends,Nice people,Pictures,Tea/Coffee, Stuffed animals, Movies. And i think that's about it.

**_MY DISLIKES:
_I hate ignorant people,People who dislike people for no reason what so ever,PERVERTS,RAP,Close minded people, Rude people. And i think that's about all.

**_MOVIES I LIKE:
_Black Mask...
Sin City...
Son Of Mask...
The Texas ChainSaw Massacre...
MonkeyBone...
Slash...
National Treasure...
All Jackie Chan Movies...
DreamCatcher...
The Incaredibles...
The Living Dead Movies all of Them...
Dawn OF The Dead...
Gothica...
The PageMaster...
The Grudge...
Dark Fury-The Cronicles Of Riddick...
Jeepers Creepers 1 & 2...
The Ring 1 & 2...
Pretty In Pink...
The Stand...
The Princess Bride...
Valentine...
Jumanji...
Final Destination 1 & 2 & 3...
Zathura...
House Of Wax...
SpongeBob The movie...
The Forgotten...
Mr and Mrs Smith...
The Cave...
Gone In 60 Seconds...
The Long Kiss Goodnight...
Saw 1 & 2...
Resident Evil 1 & 2... *

Favourite computer games:
Warrior Kings: Battles...
FireStarter...
NO Mans Land...
Spongebob Squarepants- Battle for bikini bottom...
Virtual pool 1 & 2...
cards...
EtherLords 2...
CSI: Dark Motives...
Spongebob Squarepants the movie...
Atlantis the lost empire:search for the journal...
Pool Master Live Billards...
Roller Rush...
Tropical Swaps...
Garden Dreams...
Puzzles Any kind...



*Deep Cutting.....

The silver knife gleamed against the uninviting darkness that shadowed Rachel's bedroom. The dull knife was covered in dried blood and was held against the open wound on Rachel's wrist. She could feel the blood traipsing down her arm, curving into paths of red. She pressed the knife a little harder against the screaming flesh.

It didn't hurt. It never did.

The white of her skin turned bronze as the blood flowed more openly. She didn't pick a vein this time. Just a spot where she wouldn't get seriously hurt. She bent down closer to the cut and her hair got caught in the flow. Her brown mane turned copper as the blood mixed with it. She felt splashes of water against her hands and she realized she was crying.

It had been awhile since she had. The salty dollops from her eyes carried the blood to her sleeve, stinging her cut in the process. This time she did feel the hurt. It wasn't what she'd remembered, though, since it was just a small cut. But, oh, yes, it was there. A white-hot burning sensation covered her tired arm.

The blind stinging must have shook something in Rachel's soul, because she urged herself to put the knife down and grab the towel in her bathroom. She pressed the white towel to her wound, applying pressure to try and stop the blood from clotting. Drops went, unnoticed, onto the floor, covering the tiles like red paint. Some splattered on her toes as she applied more pressure. Her toes wriggled freely, sploshing the blood around. She picked up the towel and breathed a sigh of relief at seeing the wound had closed. She put the towel in warm water in the sink, along with her shirt. She always tried to wash the towels and clothes before her parents saw them.

They probably wouldn't notice anyway, she thought.

Rachel grabbed her worn-out pajamas and slid into them, adjusting the sleeve so it covered her latest "reliever". Her bed was cold and empty as she laid in it, thinking about what she had done. Lone voices traveled up the stairs, revealing her parents' latest argument. She rolled over, grabbing her pillow and situating it so she couldn't hear the anger anymore.

Her eyes meandered towards her side table, which held the picture of her late friend, Jessica. Jessie had died two years ago but Rachel still held the suicide close to her heart. And she always will. Rachel felt the tears come again as she closed her weary eyes. The tears welled around her eyelashes, opening the floodgates of her soul. She cried herself to sleep.

"You take care of her? What do you think I do? Just wash the dishes and fold the towels? I have some responsibility in this marriage too, you know!"

"Oh, yeah, right, Elaine! You don't take care of her, I do! I'm the one who drives her to school, I'm the one who feeds her, I'm the one she has fun with!"

"And I'm supposed to take this crap, Bill? I'm the one who helps her with school; I'm the one who-" Rachel blocked out the sounds. The pounding, beating of her father's hand against her mother. Her mother's screams. The fist dwelling against her father.

She reached under her mattress and took out the sharp kitchen knife. It used to be a bagel knife.

Now, she thought, it's gonna be used for my elongated death. Little, by little, she had been killing a piece of her outside, along with her insides as well. She had put off killing herself at once, and ending this misery, so she could kill herself again and again and again. It felt good to be in control. She was responsible for her life and she could choose when she had to end it. And right now was definitely the time. It was her time, now. She was in the spotlight. It, to her, it felt good. No, better than good; great, she thought.

Her wrist had swelled up a bit, but she could still see the vague outline of the purple vein running down her stretched arm. She smiled.

The knife, she held in her hand, kissed the smooth milky-white layer of her skin. She placed the knife above the vein and gasped as the cold metallic feeling bit into her skin.

It didn't hurt; it was just cold.

So very cold, she kept thinking.

The knife pounced upon her skin that covered the life she still held and popped the purple form. Blood spilled upon her arm, moving fast. It pooled around her on the floral mattress, shining in all its glory. The red found its way to her legs and shone bright as it went and covered all her skin.

She kept cutting, though. All throughout the blood's exploration, she kept sawing into her arm, popping all the veins as she went. Skin folded back from her wrist and she could see white. The white of her bone, she realized.

Then she felt dizzy. It hurt to think. And in all of the three years, she had been doing this exact thing, she felt pain. Real pain. She could hear the thoughts exploding in her mind and her ears leaned out to hear the voices carrying on downstairs, splattering around her head in mute anger.

Pain traveled up her side and she cried out. Her hoarse voice sounded foreign to her ears. The knife licked through her bone. Her hands moved in a fast rhythm and she cried out again.

A soft floating voice came into her head. It was too soft to make out the words, but deep down she knew what it was; the voice of reason.

Blood
was piling onto her now, soaking her clothes, hair, skin. She heard a soft pounding on her door and her father's voice calling out to her. She didn't call back, she didn't want to leave this world and see him or her mother as the last thing she saw. The pounding continued and the echoing in her brain started up.

White clouds covered her view. Her felt like it was hiccuping in dizziness. Her breathing became slow and ragged.

I'm going to, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Was all her brain could muster in all its laziness. She felt a sense of comfort as the pounding stopped; in her head and on the door. Muffled voices appeared outside and then a voice, talking to her, she supposed, said something she couldn't quite make out.

"Well...Try tomakean...We're gonnabego-...and...Well...Guessyournot-"

Her brain hiccuped again and she felt her body spasm. The blood continued to drip to the floor and pooled around the debris scattered everywhere.

Her gaze gave way into darkness and she closed her useless eyes. Her brain kept trying to reach out to her, making her think.

So very cold... Cold, cold... Jessica... Mom... Dad... I love you, Jessie... Don't... Forget me, please.

Black covered the mistake that she made, as Rachel Corrigan fell into the endless coma she'd never wake up from. Death.




here are some lyerics and song titles of the music i like.......




Marylin Manson!!!!

The Beautiful People
I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong

the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell your own bunny on your knees

Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherbunny
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most

the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism will take it away

Metallica!!!!
Enter Sandman

Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone

Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land

Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white

Metallica!!!!(again)
For Whom the Bell Tolls

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

Aerosmith!!!
(Somebody)

I need a lady, not somebody shady
Need someone to be close to
Somebody cozy, not somebody nosey
Help me see my whole day through

Someone to share the load
Somebody to walk the road I live on, live

Good Lord send me, good Lord mend me
Send me down someone for me
Said I won't be choosy
You could send me a floosy
Send me anybody you please
Somebody say you will
Somebody further still
Somebody, some, Somebody for me
Now won't you send me Somebody
Yeah, Somebody

Won't you send me Somebody
Now won't you send me Somebody
Well, call for Somebody
Scream loud and bloody
Call woman, woman, come on to me
Save for tomorrow
Share all your sorrow
Misery enjoys company
Yes it does, yes it does.

Anthrax!!!!
One World

Stop it!
There's been too much debate
We could save ourselves from Holocaust
Or is that just our fate
Start now
But we continue to balk
We let the genie out of the bottle
But we still hold the cork

One, Two - NOT! Three, Four - DIE!
One, Two - NOT! Three, Four - DIE!

Ignorance, is no excuse
For violence
NO ONE WINS...

ONE WORLD! ONE WORLD!!
ONE WORLD! - Welcome to it
ONE WORLD! - Don't abuse it
ONE WORLD! - To live out your life
ONE WORLD! - Total schism
Tunnel vision.
ONE WORLD - Taming the beast
Fighting for peace

Killing,
You pushed a button, that's all you did
It's much harder to kill a man
If you've seen pictures of his kids
Responsibility
And what are all our lives worth?
What kind of sentence would you serve
For killing the earth

Russians
They're only people like us
Do you really think they'd blow up the world
They don't love their lives less
America
Stop singing hail to the chief
Instead of thinking S.D.I.
He should be thinking of peace

ONE WORLD!!!

Anti-flag!!!!
"You'd Do The Same"

You think you're oh so different
Well, you'd do the same as me, yeah
You're just a hypocrite
When you make fun of me
You'd do the same
Well, you've done it now
You've blown your ride
Wasting your time
Is all your time
You'd do the same
Don't look down
You'd do the same

ACDC!!!!!
HIGHWAY TO HELL
(1979)
(Young, Young, Scott)
Livin' easy, lovin' free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)
And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell

Black Sabbath!!!!
Black Sabbath
What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black which points at me
Turn around quick, and start to run
Find out I'm the chosen one - Oh no!

Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan's sitting there, he's smiling
Watch those flames get higher and higher
Oh no, no, please God help me!

Child cries out for his mother
Mother's screaming in the fire
Satan points at me again
Opens the door to push me in
Oh No!

This is the end my friend
Satan's coming 'round the bend
people running 'cause they're scared
You people better go and beware!
No! No! Please! No!

NOTE: Verse 3 is not commonly used. It has only appeared on some bootlegs, and on the version of Black Sabbath that appears on Ozzy's "Ozzman Cometh" Greatest Hits album.







The Wizard
Misty morning
Clouds in the sky
Without warning
A wizard walks by
Casting his shadow
Weaving his spell
Flowing clothes
Tinkling bell

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic

Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the wizard is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic

Rest of the bands I like are......Devildriver,Coal Chamber,Guns 'and' Roses,Greenday,HIM,Kid Rock,Kittie,Led Zeppelin,Linkin Park,Megadeth,Mudvayne,Motley Crue,Nirvana,Nine Inch Nails,Nickelback,Orgy,Osbourne Ozzy,Oasis,Pantera,Pearl Jam,Pink Floyd,Presidents Of The United States Of America,Rammstein,Rush,Saliva,Static-X,Staind,Slipknot,Trapt,Tool,Uncle Kracker,Rob zombie,Finger eleven,Evenesance,White Zombie,Insane Clown Posse. Assemblage 23.The rasmus...Cattle Decapitation,Children of Bodom,Cannibal Corpse,Dew-Scented,D-Devils,Dio,Dimension Zero,Death Angel,Darkthrone,Exhumed,Emperor,Earshot,Flotsam & Jetsam,Foo Fighters,Grave,God Among Insects,Impious,Jimmy Eat World,King Diamond,Kreator,Kataklysm,Kiss,Lamb of god,Lost Soul,Lord Gore,Metal Church,My Chemical Romance,,Paria,Pig Destroyer,Rage Against The Machine,Scarve,Suffocation,Shadows Fall,Stone Temple Pilots,The Chasm,The Amenta,Tankard,The Dying Light,The Rolling Stones,Vader,Wolf, Dissection,Wintersun,Dance...Schiller,4 Strings,Nightcrawlers,Ferry Corsten,Smith & Mighty,Underworld,Jam & Spoon,Moloko,Jaydee,Lionrock,Darude,Tiga,Dj Dan,Hybrid,Paul Oakenfold,Gigi D'Agostino,ATB,Paul Van Dyk,Ian Van Dahl,Enigma,Enya.*