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Sunrise and SunsetLove can be like morning’s first light, bright and blinding, new and young, the first sign of hope after a long night. And it can be like the last light of sunset, soft and gentle, reserved and refined, etched in memory to stand the test of time. Love enters with thunderous applause and stays in the deepest recess of the heart;Sunrise and Sunset
Our love shines both like sunrise and sunset --
burning and calming, stinging and soothing, and shines like warm sunlight from within.
by ~deadpoet363
Daughter I came into her room because I couldn’t sleep, because she couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights, the bad ones, when she sat up coughing until it turned to blood and covered her sheets. She had hair that seemed too delicate to be real, that fell from her head like strands of light from the sky. It glowed as if in sunshine even in the dim moonlight, and I swear that if I touched it, it’d turn to dust. Her eyes were pleading, but not sad. She just wanted to be out of pain, and enjoy life for what it was worth.Daughter
by ~deadpoet363
LonelinessLoneliness is a powerful, pleasing, purifying drug. Naked, Honest, Heavy. It removes innocence with longing, Replaces it with lust -- Two steps forward, one step up, And up, and up, and up—Loneliness
Melt in it
Be crushed by it.
Logic likes straight lines But life likes curves Curving off cliffs Crashing into crashing waves crashing On the shore
Violently caressing, like I wish she would . . .
Don’t.
Kiss. Me.
For I am lonely.
And I won’t let you take who I am.
by ~deadpoet363
The White RoseThere's nothing more delicate than a white rose, soft and kind, shining with affection in a rosy sunset. Just a flower in the breeze garnering attention like a goddess.The White Rose
Nothing as breathtaking as renewing morning dew dancing off petals and twirling toward the grass.
"Even her tears taste like life."
Liquid light pours through veins and paints vivid images on petals more colorful than violets and sunflowers, white like a soft winter blanket lying in the summer sun.
Cool to touch and take in. "She sends shivers down my spine as I stro
by ~deadpoet363
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- Current Residence: in the bars of my mind
- Interests: flying, writing, singing, music, pretty much anything artsy
- Favourite movie: at the moment, August Rush
- Favourite band or musician: Carbon Leaf
- Favourite genre of music: Indie Rock
- Personal Quote: Sticks and stones will break my bones, but I've got words and those can really hurt.
- Email: deadpoet363@yahoo.com
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Your gallery looks fascinating! I'll go over it as soon as I have a second at work~
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