

Desires of a Lonely PoetThe warmth of her skin brushes my cheek,Desires of a Lonely Poet
Her lips taste like that of sugar, tender and sweet.
Her hair falls around her shoulders, a dark amber color.
Her amazing, mystifying eyes are hidden for the moment.
My hand reaches for hers, and our fingers intertwine.
The other hand reaches up to caress her unforgettable face.
My fingers reach to gently brush the hair from her face.
Her eyes open, and Im lost in bewilderment.
What seems like eternity lasts but only a moment.
As I lean forward to whisper into her small, delicate e


dA AnniversaryDeviantART anniversary One whole year, No big surprises, No reason to cheer.dA Anniversary
No congratulations, It's really not surprising, This accounts been dead, No reason to have the dead rising.
Every person has this day, Nothing special about me, This account is dead, Along with the half-conscious me.
DeviantART anniversary, One whole year, No reason to party, No reason to cheer.
God I hate this.


Love is But a Word~Love is But a Word~Love is But a Word
Love is but a word, And nothing more than that, Love is a connection, With a game, a person, or even a cat.
Love is nothing, Nothing but it all, From a simple kiss, To a 4 hour phone call.
Love is confused, Confused with lust, Either you win, Or else you bust.
Love is pointless, Love is pain, Love is...
Love is a word


The Wanderer~A Wanderer~The Wanderer
A Wanderer, A warrior, Reaching through the night, The blood's being shed, The life's coming to an end, Through the never ending fight.
A Wanderer, A gentle soul, Searching for a home, Wandering through the dark, The desolate, The cold, impenetrable zone.
A Wanderer, A lonely soul, Searching for a friend, The soul can only take so much, It needs someone to help it mend.
A Wanderer, A depressed mind, Living lonely,
Living Blind.
Wander on...And on...And


ThiefThe man with the umbrella smile and bright crooked eyes strips down the daylight like a hunter skinning first killThief
He lurches under a darkling moon Tucking kite string under his coat Where the wind gathers tears and leaves And scatters you in bits and pieces.
He has cold hands without gloves And loves to touch you secretly When he thinks the moon is not watching And your lips are stitched shut By a mothers weary hands.
His sighs are solitary shades Growing in a damp knot Under the stretch of your dress Where he baits your


My SaviorSinuses clog, Slowly suffocating me In my sleepMy Savior
Coughing, choking, Hacking out my lungs In my dreams
Mucus oozes down The back of my throat, Turning it raw, Making it hurt
Lying here in bed Wallowing in pain, Waiting for a hero To make me well again
Vaporub! Vaporub! Rushes to save me, Like a knight in
Shining armor It attacks that
Wicked cough And smites my Choked sinuses
The air rushes Into my lungs, Accompanied by The wonderful aroma Of menthol, camp
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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If you expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected, the expected?
There are only a few perfect people in the world. All the rest are right handed!
Go meet some cool cats who write! --> [link]
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class of 08 rocks your world
Send this to at least 15 people you think are pretty sweet, including me if you care for me!
And if you get at least 10 back, you will receive good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will send it back to you.
I'm waiting...
It's friendship week.
If you receive (at least) 10 back, you truly are a lovable person
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If you expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected, the expected?
There are only a few perfect people in the world. All the rest are right handed!
Go meet some cool cats who write! --> [link]
love you to death. If I don't get this back, I understand. But I have a game for you. Once you read this letter, you must send it to 15 people that you really care about, including the person that sent it to you. If you receive at least 7 back, then you are loved. Nobody knows what they have until they loose it. You never leave the person whom you love for the one you like, because that person who you like will leave you for the person whom they love. Tonight, right at 12:00am, your true love is going to realize that they LOVE you! Then something is going to happen to you between 1:00 and 2:00 a.m. Tomorrow, be ready for the greatest shock of your life. If you break this chain, you are going to have bad luck in love for the next years of your life. Send this to 15 people in 15 minutes. Do it if you wanna know who your real love is YOU CANNOT RETURN THIS AS OF NOW
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If you expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected, the expected?
There are only a few perfect people in the world. All the rest are right handed!
Go meet some cool cats who write! --> [link]
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mess with me and i'll mess with you.WAR
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If you expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected, the expected?
There are only a few perfect people in the world. All the rest are right handed!
Go meet some cool cats who write! --> [link]
hope your fine and things are going well with her.^^
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the only difference between a hero and a "bad guy" is that the bad guy sacrifices others and the hero scrafices themself.
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