Bloody Hell
GloomyThats sad =[
Michael Jackson is dead... Rar-de-rar its not even shocking.
I was never a big fan, I'm just .. meh.
Newest
light.Your light reflects off me, Shining forth your intentions and dazzling thoselight.
who get too close.
I got too close, once I found, beyond the surface A dark, quiet place Hidden amongst the ashes.
I felt what you were Pure heart and pure pain Nothing more than a marionette Played by the habits of your former happiness.
Why do you continue this? I ask you, as you often ask yourself There is nothing left for you here, Why do you remain?
Memories from a time, long ago When you laughed because you were happy And wept
by ~Cerimon
spark.sits swilling on a bloody mary two yobs outside yelling about footballspark.
sighs they enter two pints, throw down the lot overpriced, one says voices raised
winces the first thought not what's expected
a staggering body struck backwards
sparks flying not as noble as blows
relaxes the last of the cool liquid burns his throat
gets up, staggers away.
long night -
full of sparks.
by ~Cerimon
tone.Itone.
... so glad you've come - I'm not. "Sad day, sad day". takes her hand, it's warm, still alive ... her heart beats,
but she is gone. - Steady. ... what makes her, her, is gone. breathing just became difficult. - Remembers the smile,
the laugh, the love ... she was so young.. - Too young. This wasn't fair
Must have been something. I could have done something.
II
... looks as if she is only sleeping stands, looks down - They know nothing, nothing, of this. hands shaking contrast to hers. &n
by ~Cerimon
favourite colour.the scratch, as ideas become solid turns the meanest draft into a magnum opusfavourite colour.
"our best invention yet", they say,
"our thoughts, emotions and deepest and darkest secrets, all brought to the surface, to be written and be read,
it's completely unique! except, well, for lead".
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"this tool, this ...thing, you're using i bought one yesterday.
is it really... permanent?"
"of course! is there something you want to erase?"
no, no. nothing. nothing at all. i don't make mistakes, you see.
by ~Cerimon
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Absolure_colorby ~vikia
Secrets whispered in our sleepYou’re the saddest poem I ever wrote and I’m the worst song ever sung. Your dressed in the best burial gown money could buy and I’m talking to you like your still around. They say that misery loves company, so would you mind if i placed your coffin next to mine?Secrets whispered in our sleep
You bathe in a pool of lies writing eulogies for past loves. Your lips are the perfect color crimson, your skin is pale like the moon and no one knows how many have died by your own hand.
There’s a thousand souls trapped in your eyes and each time you open your mouth I hear another fucking lie. Let me help you sort out your f
by ~GirlOfGreys
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- Current Residence: New Zealand
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: S
- Interests: Everything.
- Favourite movie: Amadeus.
- Favourite band or musician: The Mars Volta, TV On The Radio, Mozart, Alkaline Trio, Slipknot, One Day As A Lion.
- Favourite genre of music: Progressive/Experimental, Classical, Hardcore.
- Favourite artist: Monet
- Favourite poet or writer: Roger Mcgough, Sylvia Plath
- Favourite style of art: Abstract/Impressionism/Photography/
- Operating System: Mac OS Leopard
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod
- Favourite gaming platform: Hmm. PS3, PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore
- Tools of the Trade: It usually ends up being a borrowed pen, and the skin of my arm/hand.
- Email: last__regret@hotmail.com
- AIM: Tsxx
- MSN: tazminian_rose@hotmail.com
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No, I'm not mistaken.
Unless I've been dreaming for the past 9 years.
Which I don't think I have.
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