blahblahblahAnd I will probably sketch something up to thank everyone for the 1000 page views. I know some people have like... a bajillion, but hey, who cares ?
I'm happy anyways : D
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Dreaming While Awake Moonlight caps the tops of the trees, creating a bluish-white aura that envelopes the entire town. In my bed I lay looking up at the cieling, letting the milky light pour onto my face through my open window. A light breeze whispers through the curtains, sending a shiver across my hot skin, and I pretend it's you... that it's your breath that is tickling down my collar bone and around my shoulders. I hug my pillow closer to my chest and close my eyes, imagining that it is your body, folding into mine, soft and gentle, and that the cool, light, sheet brushing against my skin is your tender caDreaming While Awake
by ~cricketv
Breaking Me DownMy past has made me guard my heart Afraid to have it fall apart Scared to have new love go sour Or slowly wilt like dieing flower.Breaking Me Down
But now with you I see holes in the walls My barriers are beginning to fall And it's scary and risky and dangerous too But I've tripped on my heart and I'm falling for you.
by ~cricketv
The Choice WordWhen I write I pick and pluck the words I need From their hiding spots in the cool grass Or under the front porch Gathering, selecting, discarding until I have what I need.The Choice Word
Sometimes it takes me days
Even weeks of searching Crawling on hands and knees
Wallowing in soft, dark mud
Running across broad fields with tall grass waving
And probing the depths of indigo waters Searching for the perfect word, the elusive word, the choice word that snaps into my verse like a missing puzzle piece.
I string my words together Brightly colored beads on a go
by ~cricketv
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The sunsetby ~bel
Gills“It’s raining.”Gills
That’s what we called it, remember?
She is sitting there on the floor while they poke, prod, and analyze. Well, I suppose she’s laying. She’s sleeping. Laying means fucking, and she’s really not up to that right now. She’s not up to much, really.
I know why she did it. I won’t tell them though. She wouldn’t like that.
She couldn’t breathe anymore. The air was too light. It wouldn’t settle anymore, in her lungs, I mean it was the smog. She wanted to move to Georgia or Seattle or somewhere with air so light it made the
by ~ryu-son
Devious Info
- Current Residence: U.S.A
- Interests: music, animals, drawing...writing...running
- Favourite movie: black beauty : )
- Favourite band or musician: anything except screamo
- Favourite genre of music: oldies...mostly 60's -70's era
- Favourite poet or writer: everything and anything
- Operating System: operating...*gulps*
- Shell of choice: seashells : P
- Wallpaper of choice: something with horses
- Skin of choice: *hugs self* I like my own a lot....
- Favourite game: cash bandicoot!
- Favourite gaming platform: ps2
- Favourite cartoon character: daffy duck!
- Personal Quote: he who is brave, is free
- Tools of the Trade: pencil and paper and sometimes pen and ink
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The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears. ~Arabian Proverb
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Mister Death
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