~3pieces-of-chaos
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General ideas have their worthin deviantID on 7/31/07
The Writer"The Writer"The Writer
He sits alone in a leather chair in the middle of a square, metal room of which each wall is equal to one other as well as the ceiling and the floor. There is no furniture, save the executive chair in which he sits, and a cold metal desk, black, lifeless, and square in nature. It holds a small stack of blank paper, a pen, and his hands that methodically tap, tap, tap. The room has four windows, one on the center of each wall, which let in a hazy light that creates long shadows that look like tic-tac-toe boards. He places Xs and Os on the squares in his head in an attempt to out-smart himself. He will of cour
in General Fiction on 3/23/06
All I AskSend me down deep To hide away safe Cling on me to keep Release me? Release me not Comfort is all I ask A moment’s peace in thought This more precious than coin: Pleasure not a task And not coming from the groinAll I Ask
Give me a small land And a comfortable home Lend me your hand – Your love yield See that I die with a smile And bury me in a far away field Distant; hidden in plain sight Know that I loved you all the while My heart is in flight And my soul will soar Contentment is all I ask No riches, looks, or lore &nb
in Spoken Word on 2/22/06
Look at Your SoulA little black heart has come into my view, come into my life, and has come as you. Now my path of less travel which is paved and blue becomes a dark shade of gravel and a little less true.Look at Your Soul
A big black heart is coming into my view. A little black soul is changing to something new – changing as always because changing is all it can do; changing for wicked days, becoming more of you.
A black void creeps – seeps into my view, Coming out of the dark, and is becoming of you. This is becoming my played part as
in Fixed on 1/29/06
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I love thee stillThe whiteness of the bed we lay is pure as melted snow as from the sky it sinks to stray as lace upon a bow. The sheets that twist about our limbs and spin beneath thine hair brings a light into the dim of the black walls gazing bare - for 'twasn't much time to decorate before i laid thee down and in thine arms laid me straight within a pure silk gown. I led thine fingers through the air and down below my breasts - down below where no one dares to think or even suggest. Thine caress was sharp as needlepoint upon a pressed clean sheet as you traced my every curve and joint from my head untoI love thee still
by ~roseofwinter
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TiredDevious Information
- Current Age: 21
- Current Residence: ...Earth
- Interests: I've fucking lost track
- Favourite band or musician: I like music...
- Favourite genre of music: anything but country...
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Operating System: caffeine
- Favourite game: chicken (man vs. car) *dumass*.... vrroooooommm...thud
- Tools of the Trade: A jackhammer and a corpse
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
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.......and it's beautiful
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Tranquility interrupted by a jealous mind, life overcome by the grief of the ending, celebratory drinks for a lost occasion, a mind full of black, the tainted, dirty white.
Check out my stuff~~> [link]
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gurlnextou ",)
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.......and it's beautiful
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gurlnextou ",)
thanks for the (real) comment
don't be good
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-Act on Impulse-
"No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live as we dream - alone."
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And this is where you put something catchy.
Oh yeah, visit my music. [link]
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"Sometimes I wonder if I karma wants me to suffer in amusing ways, just so I'm not allowed to complain to people without them laughing at me " -Dom.
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love that you liked it
Edgar rules the world of poetry and prose
yes i shall do that now
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I commented on your piece, "Whispers." I really, really enjoyed it.
Badass, you like Edgar Poe as well
leave me a real comment next time
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-Act on Impulse-
"No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live as we dream - alone."
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