Um...
I thought I'd make this as a private place to put my writings up. Well, semi-private anyway.
I'd love to meet some wicked cool new people on here as well...
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Haiku for living.To be, and not seem, Throw yourself at the wide world, breathe in its many joys.Haiku for living.
by ~246198
The PillarI used to stand by myself upon a mighty pillar of my own constructionThe Pillar
years I stood looking down; taking comfort in being apart from the dealings of man
then you came along luring me down from my haven with sweet words and promises
when I had almost reached the ground you ran away a cheeky glint in your eye, and a smile left hanging in the air
I don’t know if I should chase you.
by ~246198
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Oh, How She BelongedPale feet danced across the floorboards Amongst the crumbs and brown wrapping paper. Searching for that old, dirty raincoat from seasons past.Oh, How She Belonged
Hot concrete slabs toasted to a crisp They were merely recollections of December And the soles of her feet had burned.
The grizzly grey skies filled with puffs of cloud. The strains of a painful melody from a dark window. Oh, how she belonged.
by ~voici-mon-secret
Reactions MisunderstoodTiptoeing around taboo words Weaving between them like skillful birds Cheerful smiles held up like a mask But what, per-say, is that you ask Locked within ones inner shell Rarely coaxed out to the outer hell Fears plague deep within Falsitys for eventual winReactions Misunderstood
Worming through thorns to penetrate Lied feelings begin to initiate Words meant to stroke and touch For one who's never felt such Soft lips tremble for forbidden fruit A long, lonely, endless pursuit
Hours spent on one so sly As to place their hand upon your thigh Unaware of react
by ~FiFuMs
ReconditeTry as they might to pry inside, it is only by her will if they are given entrance. Secret Garden. Few are welcomed. Some see through the cracks between the fence slats. That she can't help. Most stand in puzzlement. What lies inside? They want to know, they want to get in. Mostly they're just perplexed.Recondite
There are the most beautiful red-orange roses there.
...Swings too. few get to see them.
...They love the flowers. Stunning.
by ~BlueRain88
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- Interests: GeLOLogy. Rowing.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock. Metal. Uhh... whatever heading Nick Cave comes under. (Geology?)
- Favourite gaming platform: '360
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The world will look up and shout
"Save us!"
And I'll whisper
"No."
Looking at that now, that sounds a little creepy. Oh well.
When it was just me watching you, well thats definately creepy.
Anyway, does your deviant name have anything to do with your birthdate?
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Have a look at (y)our future.
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Sangson´s Ultimate Verities
#5: After the night´s before the night
Well done!
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Have a look at (y)our future.
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Sangson´s Ultimate Verities
#5: After the night´s before the night
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Have a look at (y)our future.
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Sangson´s Ultimate Verities
#5: After the night´s before the night
If you live in Melbourne, you should come to the next poetry idol.
They have free wine and cheese, (and money, if you're good at reading out your own poems).
I wish I lived in melbourne. I should probably write an angsty poem now...
Thanks for telling me though!
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