I miss the old days.
UnhappyWth happened? ._.
Oooh nostalgia.
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DesolationYour arrogance shows no mercy, And modesty thick with deceit, Deathly grip breaks the meek, Deprecation kills the weak, While fear and hate fills the minds, As lips whisper the silence of genocide, And white teeth laugh at screaming of suicide, Cold fingers strangle the little life away.Desolation
Quickly place your bets against my sanity, I grasp my hand nervously, You lay your royal flush down, And I've already started to drown, Put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger, As you play Russian roulette with that anger, Or should I just swallow all those lies, &
by ~v1insanity
Last Days of DroughtOur eyes aren't done now, How can we miss it, Ten million ghosts on the walls, Silver strands of age, A day old sunrise, Maybe a leaf that dies, Or a brother who whispers his faith, Or a father who whispers his lies, He said he'd be there, Didn't bother to care.Last Days of Drought
And our eyes are growing tired now, How did we miss it, Too scared to tell his secrets, Too old to give in her selflessness, And a day late sunset, With the grains of sands at the toes, With a life that ends to abruptly, He had felt his shame, And spilt out his heart and
by ~v1insanity
This BattlefieldCold seeps into the tired soil And legs mark the time As they trample the dismal grass Upon the mass and mass of endlessness Of agony, and pain, and distress, and hope, And hands hold the truth and the fable, Icy breath burns lungs as they cannot triumph Over fears, over hate, over anguish, over tears, And no matter where they go These eyes will be bound to the broken bones And this glorious sadness, And this bitter madness, And fingers grasp life By its dying edges as it fades away And war rages on within the soul Leaving brooding faces and hardened corThis Battlefield
by ~v1insanity
The CathedralGrim shadows surround The cacophonous symphony of stone Dismal spires cracked with scorn Rise in desperation Torn and breathless between actuality and fantasy Sounding the cadence of the damned The steeple echoes As they pray in reverie For repentance Lust burns their throats As they plea for an escape From the eternityThe Cathedral
He resounds his misery From upon the scaffold Weeping souls scream and cry In the pews of anguish and agony Left in cold exasperation Chained to unrest and chaos
Time breaks down to dust Madness turns
by ~v1insanity
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Gray clouds chill wind Alone on a February beach. Waves breaking, crashing, roaring. Ocean water sliding ashore then retreating- called back to the churning chaos of nature.
White gull shrill call Leaves its footprints in the sand. Waves breaking, crashing, roaring. Wings take flight above then landing- resumes his wandering to places unknown.
Gray clouds chill wind Alone on a February beach. Heart breaking, crashing, roaring. Eyes filling with water
by ~TalShiar1
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- Current Residence: Another dimension
- Interests: Web design, computer graphics, poetry, dominating the world, role playing, and other insane things.
- Favourite movie: Finding Neverland
- Favourite band or musician: Citizen Cope
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, metal, punk, indie, soul, celtic, techno, some goth.
- Favourite artist: Jigue. :) He's fucking amazing with digital art.
- Favourite poet or writer: Onii-chan.
- Favourite style of art: Digital, or traditional painting, using oils, watercolors or just paints. :)
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However, I'd like to retort, that perfection is impossible my dear.
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100% of deviants are fools. Do not copy or paste this unless you are one of the 0% who happens to be omniscient.
I'm a stream of puzzle pieces, falling. Catch me, catch me, if you can. [link]
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The art of a genius is that he is never truly satisfied, and continues to crave self-perfection. - A quote of my own on self-improvement.
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100% of deviants are fools. Do not copy or paste this unless you are one of the 0% who happens to be omniscient.
I'm a stream of puzzle pieces, falling. Catch me, catch me, if you can. [link]
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Would you like me to go through some of your writings?
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100% of deviants are fools. Do not copy or paste this unless you are one of the 0% who happens to be omniscient.
I'm a stream of puzzle pieces, falling. Catch me, catch me, if you can. [link]
If you feel as though you'd enjoy such an endeavor.
I did very much enjoy your poem about a fragile little bird. So simplistic and tragic; and yet so beautiful and deep.
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I only like giving out critiques to people who really want'em.
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100% of deviants are fools. Do not copy or paste this unless you are one of the 0% who happens to be omniscient.
I'm a stream of puzzle pieces, falling. Catch me, catch me, if you can. [link]
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The art of a genius is that he is never truly satisfied, and continues to crave self-perfection. - A quote of my own on self-improvement.
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