The TracksA lonely streetlight shone brightly in the distance, and it's golden rays reflectedThe Tracks
off the broken glass, the shards shine like semi-precious gems standing out
in the desolate desert that is urban America. Behind me I heard a clock chime twelve times, midnight. I was only an hour into my journey and I was not nearly ready to turn back. It had taken a lot to get to this particular park, but I needed the peace and quiet; the tranquility that I knew it would offer me. I walked for a while, the gray-white sidewalk basked in the glow of the full July moon, little pebbles of sand crunched beneath my feet, and after the first mile, it
Just Once MoreJust one more line of coke... Just one more needle poke...Just Once More
This leads to one more.
One more blurry night's bliss... One more meaningless kiss...
Just one more.
Just one more dick to suck... Just one more stranger to fuck...
Always only once more.
Just another "Who cares it's my life I'm wasting" As you grab another beer, so far beyond tasting.
And I scream that I love you. I see your face start turning blue.
But all you wanted was just one more, And that's when I saw you hit the floor.
When f
They Fell For EachotherHer toes just barely brush the woodland floor, Of the gallows that would only sing once more.They Fell For Eachother
For now that she's hanging her lover must go, He's lead on with the executioner in tow.
Their only crime and conviction was passion, That they expressed in such ostentatious fashion.
I guess this was more than enough to condemn, These lovers two lovers that started out as friends.
Seven people you know.Seven people you know
Indie boys and girls who lack the basic wit to just admit they can't articulate their isolation.
Still they rise above the hordes who haven't time for minor chords
they pray to Zane Lowe for a revelation.
Scenesters and suburbanites who stroll the city wrapped up tight
against its cold and spiteful sense of purpose.
Whimsy and iron
Today Is One of Those Days
Isolated
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I have a first-class memory, the only defect is it isn't reliable.
Sappho was a right-on woman.
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I have a first-class memory, the only defect is it isn't reliable.
Sappho was a right-on woman.
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If you like a piece by an artist, whether poetry, art, photography or so forth, chances are you'll like their other pieces.
Poets Of Deviantart
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God never give us more than we can handle, but I think he assumes I'm stronger than what I really am.
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If you like a piece by an artist, whether poetry, art, photography or so forth, chances are you'll like their other pieces.
Poets Of Deviantart
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most defenetly get started hugging right now
*enjoy
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One Door Leads to the Castle The Other Leads To, Dadadaam, Certain Death
pround member of The-Red-Envelope</
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One Door Leads to the Castle The Other Leads To, Dadadaam, Certain Death
pround member of The-Red-Envelope</
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