Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank top showing belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea

Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the cloud in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen year in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.

Then that moment ended

The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my heart also hears
my pleas...

I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
by my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...

My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...

It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it by the hand
And it led me to hell
With almond eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it by the hand
And it led me to hell...

I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er

My feelings these days
they are so strange
…they have such a range

Now, I am happy and ecstatic
Then, frightened and frantic...

Now, I dream, hope and desire
Then, all my hopes catch fire...

Now, I want to sing and dance
Then, I just get lost in a trance...

Now, I see all so plain and clear
Then, my vision is blurred by a tear...

Now, all I want is to conjugate
Then, I wonder about our fate...

Now, your joy is my only goal
Then, my soul cries for your soul...

My feelings these days
They are so strange
But my love for you
…doesn’t change

Dear Self

What if you don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last day on this earth?
What if that two minute conversation you had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time you ever spoke to her?
What if you never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile or talk to him ever again?
What if you later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would you be proud of the life you have lived?
Will you regret something that you did or did not say?
Would you be proud of how people would remember you?
Would you regret not taking more chances, or not telling him what you really feel for him?


I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My heart racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..