

Remembering.Please tell me you remember that old swing. The one that would take us so high we'd swear we could melt into the sun. Feeling the blaze pierce our skin and glow us from the inside out. As we'd peak over the roof tops of the houses below. And close our eyes to take in the weightlessness.Remembering.
Remember the old streets. Where our bikes were patrol cars for the city. Nothing got by us as we'd race down the steep hills and lose ourselves. Our thoughts snaked through them like a mouse in a maze looking for a way home. Begging that the summer nights of youth would never end.
I stil


My paradise.The moon hangs heavy and low. Like a solemn womb ready to burst and rain down its secrets of life. Tales lost on humanoid hyenas that cackle in the background and howl at her beauty taking it for granted. Beating down the street to their own tune of mighty leaps and bounds to nowhere. It is a street I walk barefoot to feel the heat of red break lights escape the pavement like a wanderers final breath. A warmth that is only drowned out by the dirty water washing away hopes and dreams from a run down car wash up the way.My paradise.
Is this truly where man and nature meet? Oh gentle face guiding the hearts of the


Remember that night.Up on your windowsill. Sitting there just looking out. You think you'll catch me. But I know different. Flying right by you. Hitting the solid ground. And I'll just run like the dawn chasing the night away. But quickly I'll turn to see you not follow. As your knees hit the dirt and cast shadows of doubt in your eyes. Tears wont stop me and I don't know what will say for your heart breaking into mine. This is a great fear to make me take flight. But I can always carry you. Steal you away.Remember that night.


Of the moon.How could you go from silver to red? A tear hanging from the nights eye. So lay upon a raging winds escaped breath. And in the coldest spot to the north a battle in heavens play. Ever the contented set away to steal the angers day. If only to twist a crescent shape chiseled from the lost sleep we cry. And lost in the labyrinth of hollowed clay veins lie answers to crumbled prayers.Of the moon.
| I'm a general artist, I like to try every art form possible and get myself knee deep in it. Though my two fortes are writing and photography. I'm kind of an art geek, I do it all. From making jewelry and soaps and candles to wall hangings and paintings and then rounding the corner back to my favorite two past times. I seem like a polite and normal gal but I have a very twisted mind. I love horror with a passion. If it's sick and depraved, I'm probably into it. But I have a soft spot for animals. I love them like nothing else. And this includes all living things, even the creepy crawlies. I love those who are close to me, I'd not only die for them but I'd kill for them. If you want to know anything else, please feel free to ask. ^_^ |
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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Ölünceye kadar seni sevicem sanmıştım baba
Ama aşık oldum...
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If you ever will hurt me, i will come back...
Buahahahaha xDDD
ガブリ シカ
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Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?
What about egg, bacon, spam and sausage
That's got spam in it!
It's not got as much spam as spam, egg, sausage and spam.
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nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit
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