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About me:
Hello. HiYA!!! Goodbye. Bye. Stop staring at my donut... Its mine.
Interests:
Not killing.
Fav Music:
Ghetto dubstep, none killing music.
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*sob* Why did you have to kill the dog? :'(
Homepage:
http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=478936
Member for: 11.25 years
Gaming Region:USA - New England
Location:Georgia, USA
Last Activity:11-07-2020
Forum Posts:227
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Random Thoughts
Posted on: August 18, 2012, at 02:19:16pm   [0 comments]
When you think of a thing and hold it there, domineering in the sight of the blind?
Or is it simply that you cannot bear to stand when others do thus?
When I have fallen the earth will shake and cause its tremors to be.
But when my sight does fall and dare derides me.
I must then account myself to untimely death.
Subjected to the thoughts and err be-choosing of ones true love.
Or is it the sight of the blood that nay dare behooves me?
I cannot say.
A musk, a lamb and all before a dining of the table of heir wine.
I see no conjuring nor deities of earthling man.
I see the sun and what dare moves me.
I see a girl, I see a boy, with a happiness that is but will not be so.
My musing of eastern door, my mellowing and bellowing out the chorus door.
I am no hero to yonder and behold.
I am man who is a boy and lest I be taken and lest I be ever scorned.
I must therefore inherit myself even unto death, for I am no more.
A dark a dreary tiding, a muse no longer writing.
A broken stool a broken pen, an omen for a sin.
Mystery and misery are they not so eloquent as the divine bearing of the hand?
Or is the hand an instrument of the one who dare beholds it?
Gutter and an eve, a slow and dark new seed.
A girl with a forlorn smile of dreary dark musing of a yester year soon yearning.
A broken angel with a wing half torn.
A broken demon with a heart half born.
I cannot surmise how I will dare be wooed and so forgotten in a tale of woe.
A man and boy no more? Is it so?
Or a lie that I do behold that is brought about by my very own soul?
I speak for no one but my very own, for bleeding that is slow is more painful than one fell blow.
I am no hero to behold.
Posted on: July 11, 2012, at 05:03:16pm   [0 comments]
Why do I come here?
Because you're broken.
How broken?
Well you're not put together.
How do you know?
Look at your hands what do you see?
Hands are shaking.
Why do you think they're shaking?
Because you're screwed.
Comment wall
TwistedPhoenix writes at 12:22:25am on 7/4/12
Triguuuuun~! Loved that show.
ULTIMEGA writes at 3:10:27pm on 12/1/11
Hey, thanks, man. I'm pulling out all I've got just to get a good final position.
3lijah writes at 5:48:30am on 5/13/11
I misses you. nohomo.
Waffles997 writes at 10:58:05pm on 3/7/11
Thanks for the vote man ;)
5.points writes at 9:55:44pm on 2/27/11
Thanks for the vote :)
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Thx for the vote! :)
Caps-Lock writes at 8:51:52am on 2/26/11
Thanks for the vote mate (:
ChooChooCheza writes at 7:15:29am on 2/26/11
Heya! Thanks for the vote :)
HoneyMelonCalibrator writes at 5:41:49pm on 2/25/11
thnx for the vote, m8 ;)
Glucuronolactone writes at 2:26:49pm on 2/25/11
Hey. It was fun playing with you the other day. Cool profile...it's bright.