Biography of Tessa Richardson
I love reading and writing. I get into alot of trouble in school because I'm always writing a poem or lyrics during class. Haha. Riding horse is practically my life, so try taking that away, and you will find yourself dead in an alleyway somewhere...like my parents...haha jk. But yea, i love riding horse, I'm more of an English person, but I'm better at Western. Jumping is sooo much fun...but I have to admit, I am terrible at it.
Tessa Richardson's Works:
None, although i have one I plan on publishing in the near future...near as in...a few years, haha.
Tessa Richardson Poems
Please don't walk away I'm in such pain today I know how mad you are I know how sad you are
Love Is Lost
Falling from love with broken wings, nothing to be said but hurtful things. Silence falls heavily like a storm cloud, and here needs the adage: 'Silence is loud, '
Paint Me Real
Paint me black paint me white paint me however the hell you like but inside i'm still just the same
Eaten And Consumed
A darkness surrounds, And I become lost in it. I feel consumed by its suddenness.
Her Solitary Soliloquy
Such a heartless event calls for a toast, that you could leave me and cast me into darkness
A Day In The Life Of The Not So Average ...
Why repeat what you said before? I'm not a hopeless, helpless who.re! You hide behind a closed door, I hide by Mom, nothing more.
Still In Love...
I can't help but to cry knowing that you lied knowing that everything you said to me was just a great disguise
Life Sucks Then You Die
They all know it's just a mask seeing my clothes, but they don't ask. Why hide the other side of me? Whats the point, of not wanting to be?
Succeeding In Darkness's Plea
A sun setting over a blank horizon. A moon eclipse with powers strenghtened. A mage awaiting the Darkness's arrival. A spell cast, A spell failed.
Beauty In Pain
Every time this happens She asks herself 'why me? ' Its terrible to see Such a beautiful girl used.
I'Ll Await Your Love In Death
I thank-you my friend for understanding I can't find elsewhere Although I near my bitter end, I hope you understand this letter.
Saved My Life.
A knife in my hand cuts on my wrists. Its only what it looks like, no more jists.
Goodbye, Goodnight Forever
My time grows short, my darkling. My heart suffers like moon's shadows. I dream not of our painted memories, I no longer remember anything between us.
From her back grow tattered wings
Thru glistening eyes you see vicious things.
You see her sufferings, her hurt and pain
and that all she died for had been in vane.
At night she cries silently
and shakes from hurt so violently
but she sings so beautifully through her pain.
So feintly does her heart beat