

Everlasting DreamFingers, arms beckon Made of inky air Tickle the hairs at the back of my neck... I remember that feeling once As a smirk crosses my lips, I turn to see her... But there is only blackness Like she sank into its sea. Envious, I swim in it Laughing and parting the shadow-curtains Chuckling out her name, But at once the ocean cleared for me And the same moment brought to me Lonely waves crashing on the sand at night, Nowhere on the beach was she… To my bare feet floats her scarf. I regard the cloth Then the horizon And I run in after her.Everlasting Dream


Theatre for a LionJester, o laugh at thine jokes, Prod for the laughs and Our undying love, In a theatre Made for a lion; But, which mask Don\'th thee today? How numbered in wealth Are the tears that gather To the corners of thine eyes? And few are the host That are bless\'d to see The human that thou can be.Theatre for a Lion


-burning desire-I can still taste you on me. I can still feel your fingers ravaging against my flesh. I see the smile in your eyes while you take me under. You can take my body, you can take my soul, anything you need to, to get through. Rip me apart, I\'m just asking that you take me. Your body isn\'t just a dream as you twitch while my hands go wild. I want everything, and for the first time I won\'t feel guilty for asking. I bite my lip, I kiss yours, pull you onto me. I\'m ready and eager. Can\'t you see the burning desire in my eyes? I\'ll be tortured as I smell of you, I\'ll be tortured when my lips don\'t have your flesh to devour. my need, is that I-burning desire-
Refuse
--Pandora
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Go read "The Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron. Go! Right now! Do it!
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After all, I am no cobblestone
Dull and worn by the rules of the game
Glanced at once by passers-by
Even London would agree
I'll turn to ashes when I die
I wont be submitting much though, I'm getting a little tired of DA. Too crowded :-/
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Connecticut deviantART Society - ctdasociety [link]
try your local kindergarten there goth-boy
besides, (aimed at you) just because you can barely use photoshop, does NOT make you an artist.
changes get done with education. The deviants are enamored in the system, time to get educated about how the situation sucks.
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hmmm I didn't really play with the structure of the poem ever since I wrote it last year...must reconsider it now
thankee for the critique~~
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My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah my foes and oh my friends
It gives a lovely light
I just wanted to pop in and thank you for such a cool comment. I'm so happy you liked Sanguineious [link] thank you again.
ciao
thank you
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photo account :iconcode7477:
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angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
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