| Most of what I write I see as thought's more then poetry.I don't know where I get most of what I write. Some times it's part of a some random train of thought and other times it's whats what I'm feeling at what ever moment in time. For me writing is just another way for me to figuer how to deal with something or to just have fun with feeling emotion. When the right sent of words come to anyone,they give in site to how a few simple letters put together make another person feel,I see it as a wonderful part of life. Even If it's just one person who feel's what I feel when they read what I write I hope they see there are "no right or wrong words" there is simply words that are there to open your eye's and mind into another persons soul. |
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All Will Be ForgottenCan you feel the loneliness in the air? Dark and decrepit voices calling from the shadows arms that reach for another reality. Singing such hallow songs, can you hear the haunting melody's? Crawling bodies clawing at the ground, opened flesh gleaming white maggots, being worn like pearls. Strange that we stair at such a site in aw isn't it? Mouth to dry to find words and so all will be forgotten in the suns fading light...All Will Be Forgotten
by ~deamonkia
BonesThough at times there is nothing that more you can ask for then the opening of your eye's, lurking in the back of your mind you that there is always that need to know why you have to have them opened. What dose is matter if you know not why you feel the way you've felt for so long.Perhaps the feeling of walking though the maze of obliviousness has finally gotten to you. What say the wise men to the fool, when the wise was once a fool and fallowed down the same path of hazed thought.Bones
No words from grace will fall, no heart will beat ad yours is now, this time
by ~deamonkia
You'll Be BurnedDark lines now becoming unstableYou'll Be Burned
Spin faster,laughing aloud, your soul wont believe it's own life, Now cry and Drown in my head and you're tears not even sad.
Opening the windowshades always knowing you'd never lay alone again. Sifting knees and unsteady hands
run along curved lined not caring about the cut's and slivers puncturing skin white now red.
I think you're far better sober. needless burnt out matches and thin rimed glasses heavy thought' smoging up windows and nerves all shot.
Playing with fire was never in the hand book you held &n
by ~deamonkia
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by `Duffzilla| I like a lot of random thing's.I love art be it in writing or in drawing,painting, etc. |
Thanks to James and Marry(I hate you both T_T )
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- Current Residence: Mily way
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: small
- Interests: drawing,writing ,reading ,and sleeping
- Favourite movie: The Three Caballeros -Disney
- Favourite band or musician: I like a lot of music so i cant really say that i have a favourite(lame i know but its the truth)
- Favourite genre of music: anything that I can think too
- Favourite artist: Daniel Merriam
- Favourite poet or writer: Longfellow
- Favourite style of art: I like Black and white Photography alot but i like mixed Media stuff too
- MP3 player of choice: Zune
- Wallpaper of choice: depends on my mood
- Skin of choice: mine
- Favourite game: haha kig of fighters 99 (old i know but awesome)
- Favourite cartoon character: marvin the marshin
- Personal Quote: The buddy system is essential to your survival; it gives the enemy somebody else to shoot at.
- Tools of the Trade: keybord?and or paper and pen?
- AIM: lainagerf
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Cry aloud for no echo will be made into sound,soft ripples though time and space, words spoken from forgotten lips will hold true to your name
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Cry aloud for no echo will be made into sound,soft ripples though time and space, words spoken from forgotten lips will hold true to your name
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Cry aloud for no echo will be made into sound,soft ripples though time and space, words spoken from forgotten lips will hold true to your name
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Cry aloud for no echo will be made into sound,soft ripples though time and space, words spoken from forgotten lips will hold true to your name
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