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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 I’m lost in bewilderment.
What seems like eternity lasts but only a moment.
As I lean forward to whisper into her small, delicate e
by ~tazittel
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.
by ~tazittel
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
by ~tazittel
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
by ~tazittel
Favourites
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 mother’s weary hands.
His sighs are solitary shades Growing in a damp knot Under the stretch of your dress Where he baits your
by =Scarlettletters
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
by ~catnipkitty
dAmn Friendsby $ArtBIT
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