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Candles Never Solved A ThingSince the death of Temporary, Forever hasn’t spoken a word.Candles Never Solved A Thing
She just sits cross-armed in her light-hearted dark, where candles never solved a thing.
I’m not pointing fingers, only making a point.
In the name of Discreet, I hope there’s something she's not telling me-- her passion tree from my longing seeds.
And when those tables turn, I’ll turn the other cheek.
by ~RockerByBaby
On a Scale of One to TenI.On a Scale of One to Ten
I can reminisce when waterfalls of language would saturate me, and you would always remind me to dry off as you hurled a polluted towel onto my garden scented curls.
I hold my tongue under water now.
II. Your disease is contagious. It has swelled throughout my guts and ribcage, deflating my heart, and traveled south to my knees.
So I can’t walk the walk or talk the talk now.
III. You’ve branded me a racist, and I agree to an extent, as I despise you for being such a Chinese cutter, taking what you realized was mine, &n
by ~RockerByBaby
Objects In Mirror Are Closer..There used to be midnights spent resting in ice cubes, threatened by the heat of our dreams to thaw away to nothing.Objects In Mirror Are Closer..
There used to be mid-days when trees sprouting gray hairs on the sideburns of our route would make you crave a U-turn.
There never was sunrise of bed head and morning breath blended with potpourri aromas to fulfill our appetites.
There never was nightfall
with advice to be home by midnight; before we were left with nothing but mice, a pumpkin, and one glass slipper.
by ~RockerByBaby
The UmbrellaThe UmbrellaThe Umbrella
You use me You pick me up off the floor when times get stormy You know its only then when you really need me I still don't think you want me, you just need me
You hold me in your hand and parade me round Sometimes you hold me high above you Sometimes you put me down below you Sometimes you don't look at me at all
But when things are stormy and you're using me for shelter And when I'm held up high taking the blow from the storm Who shields me? Whoever said I was strong enough to take it if you can't?
Its the days when you grip
by =LisaValo
Climbing in the SundeviantID
Devious Info
- Current Residence: nowhere near where I used to be... *tear* still in Canada though...
- Interests: anything beautiful, or random, or crazy, sometimes melancholy, always fun
- Favourite movie: umm yeah... what is a movie??? but seriously if I had to choose--- BARAKA (so sick!!!)
- Favourite band or musician: afi, brand new, placebo, zeppelin, snow patrol, the perishers, thrice, nirvana, loreena mckennit
- Favourite genre of music: punk
- Favourite artist: there are so many
- Favourite poet or writer: NERUDA, DOSTOEVSKY, borges, marquez, bulgakov, wilde, camus, kafka, mistry, beckett, joyce, chaucer
- Favourite photographer: don't really have one
- Favourite cartoon character: Wile E. Coyote or Calvin
- Personal Quote: I am me, and that is the sad truth...
- Tools of the Trade: quill, several different nibs, and inkwell
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My mind could possibly be your worst nightmare.
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---the vast melancholy geraniums---
---I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability---- (Oscar Wilde)
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My mind could possibly be your worst nightmare.
*befriends random internet stranger*
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You get into the biggest fights with the people you care about most, because those are the relationships you are willing to fight for.
and as bogart says at the end of casablanca: "HorselessRider, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
oh wait, without the horselessrider bit, lol...
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---the vast melancholy geraniums---
---I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability---- (Oscar Wilde)
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
Too bad that's all I can read of your pieces for now.
You have one of the best poetry galleries that I've come across on DeciantArt.
No, dead seriously!
I feel different after even reading your words, and oh how I can't wait to feature you and rummage through more of your works.
Have any more yet??....
Write more, you!
Kidding.
Keep rockin' on, love! You're the best!
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
I may have some more somewhere, tucked away in a temporary place, and if not someday soon, I'll have something new... *smile*
cheers
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---the vast melancholy geraniums---
---I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability---- (Oscar Wilde)
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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