PassionI'm the type that will pin you to the wall,Passion
open my thoughts and disclose them all;
An entwining embrace and a dizzying haze,
They ensnare the senses with a madman's craze.
My dear lady I know what makes you tick: When to be smooth and when to be slick. But knowing all that is not near enough for me; I know there is much more that I've yet to see.
Strip off the guards that steel your lovely heart. Be mine tonight, I'll show you the art of bedazzling the mind of the most exposed, For I am a victim of such thoughts imposed
When the rhythm of the feel
So I have a story to be told.So I have a story to be told, but be patient, for it to unfold. For this sort of thing must be sung with chord.So I have a story to be told.
Of three different queens-to-become all waiting to be saved from their glum By a knight with shield and sword. ... I approach the desk with the story in mind, the thoughts are waiting to be bound. The words, aloof, and yet so kind, as the image of your eyes are found.
With pen to paper I begin to write, beauty with words, I catch, or so I might. ... So came the men from near and from far tales of vict'ry, death's jaws held ajar. &
EvilA dark dusk kills naught but despair. Distant evils knock at Death's door, culling the decay of Evils' dark stare, and plaguing us, doomed, for death all the more.Evil
As it and rage, of fits and feign gasps, Like the fire that burns, and the gaunt grip that grasps. Our freedom forges our feign gruesome gate gulling our forces of unselfish faith.
What was at first, and is no more, Evil was obvious, and now us, at death's door.
I Win.same beneathSame beneath beneath layers of fashion and hair and pretension araen't we really the same? don't we breathe the same air? pump red blood through our veins? aren't we made of bone and flesh and DNA? so what's the big deal? why go and differentiate? why not just celebrate that we really are the same the same underneath and our differences are only skin deepsame beneath
Landscape Series
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A loser is a window washer on the 44th floor who steps back to admire his work
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Avatar by *Coral-APTX
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A loser is a window washer on the 44th floor who steps back to admire his work
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Avatar by *Coral-APTX
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~by words the mind is winged~asritophanes
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Occasionally I like to live out the more pleasurable times in my life with out lies, doubt, and theories
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