| This area is used to showcase a poem I recently wrote that I want to give a little special attention to. Maybe for critique, maybe for comments, maybe for the hell of it. Check it out, and visit the actual deviation to comment! Remembering When I walk into my bedroom, sundrenched Monday afternoon, tears fill my eyes remembering when the pillow on the bed was you. I lie alone and awake, dark hot mid-Summer night, tears fill my eyes remembering when I slept as you held me so tight. I sing aloud and broken, tune of a song that we shared, tears fill my eyes remembering when you said the words and you cared. I bend to pick the razors back up, evening cloudy and grey, tears fill my eyes and I bleed into black remembering that snowy day. Gently you took me away from the pain so slowly you kissed it all gone, crying alone here I think of that time and softly I sing our old song. Thanks for reading! [link] |




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~bishie-stalker-clubwhat blue box?
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~bishie-stalker-clubwhat blue box?
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There is no evil, only choices.
Thanks so much.
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I need a signature.
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When the time comes, ill be right up there on the front lines, drawing in those weird dripping clocks!!
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Gloria, where are you Gloria?
You found a home in all your scars and ammunition...
-Green Day "¡Viva La Gloria!"
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When the time comes, ill be right up there on the front lines, drawing in those weird dripping clocks!!
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Gloria, where are you Gloria?
You found a home in all your scars and ammunition...
-Green Day "¡Viva La Gloria!"
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I love you!
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