Pastel MoonDarkened eyes turn to pastel moon Disregarding all former informalities Of the day and age for which they swoon Before such treasonous trivialitiesPastel Moon
Unfathomed sins these eyes have seen These lips have touched, this life has given Unhindered by Fate, as one finds obscene But what isn't in this world we live in?
Lunar descent gives way to mourning Of the death of a love too short to call real And replaced with early solar eyes scorning As it is, this disposition doesn't seem to appeal &nbs
Don't Make MeNames and lives graffitied across the skies To be breathed in again and again Recycle Conspiracy, con's piracy No furrowed brow to slow us down Hand in hand we clasp in harmonious destruction Of this infrastructure of a culture Tearing it apart and molding it to our liking Writing another history book For our grandchildren to grimace at And ask, as we did, Why?Don't Make Me
And who am I but one of few Who worries, who fears for this gullible world So fragile, so mutable &
Nevermind, AutumnI was about to say it, But nevermind, Autumn. Nevermind.Nevermind, Autumn
I forgot how fleeting your comfort is. I forgot how quickly you change. I forgot how soon your gentle breeze Turns cold. So nevermind, Autumn. Nevermind.
Continue to shorten the days like you do. Keep the sun low and distant in the sky. Withdraw your colors faster than you laid them out. Make room for death. And nevermind, Autumn. Nevermind.
I was about to break, But nevermind, Autumn. Nevermind.
Life or DeathAt the Circle Theater in New York City The Petrified Forest was playing for its third week, specifically the fifteenth time the Lena Hardy had heard it from the hallway where she was stationed next to a stairway leading up to the projection room. Lena had heard the movie so many times from this dark corner that the lines were ingrained in her heart. She could trace each inflection of the actors' voices as they turned from anger to desperation. Never before had she appreciated actors so much, the intricate ways their throats wove patterns through words, painted love all over the screen, blew kisses even with inane syllables.Life or Death
&nbs
Broken HalvesTwo broken wholes will make a perfect half, If that's good enough for you, darling, then fine- I'll just use you like I did before, But –this time- I'll be able to give it an official title. My dear, little fool,Broken Halves
You never really knew me, Nor do you know what goes on inside my head. I'll vomit out my insides, Everything I felt for you, My hand shaking, trying to hold me steady As I purge myself of my sins. I shrink away each and every day,
You'll see me gone before you know it, Never knowing fear such as I have felt. See the cuts on my wrist. See
by £deviantWEAR
| From the moment of his birth, Anthony McDaniels has walked the Earth as one of them. But no more, redemption shines bright in his eyes as he takes the first step towards a life that's just as epic as this is supposed to sound. As days pass, the sun is said to shine brighter upon Anthony's mind, hopefully not burning a hole through the many layers of tissue. It is said that on the most auspicious of days (just like everything else) his true meaning will manifest and he will complete his destiny... thus able to move on and become reincarnated as an eggplant. |
Basket Case
Joy
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Write with your heart and ye will be everyone's equal - Steven
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The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
- Moulin Rouge
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And maybe return the favour?
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
It's a little confusing, being that I can barely figure out facebook.
Or is the uploading the part you're having trouble with?
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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"dicere quae poduit scribere iussit amor" ~Ovid~
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
Hope you'll visit my gallery again
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my macro gallery [link]
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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