it's one o'clockPLEASE COMMENT. I would love to know if my stuff is crap. Otherwise, I'm just going to keep on poopin' and clogging up the beautiful toilet deviantart is. good night.
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Concerning Broken PromisesIt’s only 10 a.m. and already, I’m on the ground and out of breath. The only sound around would be A tinkling from the fish tank as Its filter urinates and, so, splashes.Concerning Broken Promises
While lying down, I’m looking up, Into the face of G-d If one light of the fan’s is out, Then two remain. Just add a blade, And make a rather convincing frown.
Or could I have imagined that, Or all of G-d for that matter? Does divinity really reside inside a motor? Ha Ha! It’s much more likely that What’s in my lap is just
Dirty aquarium water.
by ~rustybusty
the dull and the selfishYou killed something. Rather, you were my accomplice. I’m not sure what died; something good perhaps. It may have been my vulnerability. It might have been an unabashed trend within myself to always keep trying. It could be much more far-reaching than just trying in relationships, though. I haven’t had the time to discover the full implications of your—I mean our—murder yet. Whatever was alive, I feel it gone from within me. It’s cold now. I miss it. I wish you had left your cell phone on. I wish you had called me back.&nbsthe dull and the selfish
by ~rustybusty
Easysome people trust easy. they hang and pin their pride to dry out on the clothes line Vulnerablitiy, even in the slimy, greasy rain.Easy
blip, bleep
of course i\'ll hold, for a friend, for a brother, while you do whatever, and see whose on the other line.
the other line. . .the other line. . .
some people lie easy. they grease their words, and run them smooth over their ball bearing intentions.
realization illuminates like lightning.
durring that storm you turned down convienience street, and i hitchhiked
by ~rustybusty
not on pink paperthe man i saw before my birth held a pack of paper in his hand and some stones in his pockets. he penned some names on different colored sheets.not on pink paper
Richard Whoever was wrote on blue, and Emily Whatever on white, Craig got green and Susan orange and then he came to me.
he shuffled past black and brown and red, then found my intended shade, i screamed in horror, damned the verdict! still he wrote it just the same.
i was angry for some sixteen years, but now it’s awfully clear; all paper burns away, and so,
what i want i
by ~rustybusty
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Altisonus A UmYou cannot sunder Those not solid You cannot wonder Under water Beneath God’s sky of rosesAltisonus A Um
Fall under once again Descend from madness Decline the delirium Cradle those you caress Trust the soul When the wind is abreast
The feather of today, Is our temple tomorrow Enter into its woven ring Fate be the wind beneath the feather On a bird without the gift of wings
“So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. You thought that I had run away, Chasing the tail of dogma.”
Without fear I lay upon a bed o
by ~invisagoth
CigaretteSchool has filled your head with drillsCigarette
Paper soaks the thoughts that spill
Life is low and life is long
Children take to doing wrong
Thoughts of love have licked my ears
Hammering demented fears
Take me on a ride tonight
Hit me with your cruelest blight
Built a castle out of sand
Not so epic or so grand
I am of alien caste
Drop me hard and drop me fast
Symbiosis sickens me
Slaves will yearn for liberty
Love committed suicide
Hope this makes you satis
by ~darren-42o
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- Interests: read, run, look at my fish. . .
- Favourite movie: fight club
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- Favourite genre of music: anything with more than three chords
- Favourite poet or writer: Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Thank you so much for your kind words on my work. I've been so darn busy these days that my gratitude tours are just as far behind as my devwatch. I definitely appreciate your willingness to spend some time reading me.
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congrats on your (first?) favorite? Quite the accomplsihment. Well, rather than leaving a comment on all your poems, I'll just say I like them all... even though most of the time I have no clue as to what you're talking about. But anyway, all I wanted to say is congrats...
that is all
I mean some of my stuff is prolly bad enough to kill someone on impact of looking at it. It works two ways tho. Sometimes when I see really good stuff I vomit my guts up and that can get messy. Then I usually burn my peices of art. Surpricingly they burn quite well. Prolly cose they stink.
Im gonna continue to look at ya art. *wanders off vomiting a river of blood on the way* You have kewl poems.
For the most part, the ones that disparaged the color pink have been with this since before the beginning.
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Stile's going after Hulk in 1A!
Here's some wholesome, useless trivia about me :
I am totally crazy about Toffee!!! Mmmm...
Hit me with some trivia bout yourself
Head on down to *82deg if you don't know what the hell is going on.
PS! Great gallery!
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