| This is one of my "unspected inspirations" |
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Slowly Waiting in the Hall
| She waits for him. She yearns for him. She wants him more than anything she ever wanted in her life. |
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BurdenBurdenBurden
I used to fear the darkness As a child. I would run from the unknown Like the stories my parents Would tell to avert me from danger. Skip a few years And my head is filled
With nothing but darkness And dreams. I am a creature of habit, And dwell on the future. Encumbering myself With the evil that Circles my thoughts. There is no one to Save me from myself; No one to pull me
Into the light.
May 28th, 2009
by *happyjolush
GriderGriderGrider
Long slim line Curling the smooth Of your face Two small crystals Shielding your eyes Your skin Perfect in a sense And lips good For tasting Things I think about While you laugh With your friends About nothing In particular
May 29th, 2009
by *happyjolush
Cliff Diving: DrowningCliff Diving: DrowningCliff Diving: Drowning
A splash of frozen ocean Engulfs my body. Bubbles escape Swimming to the surface While I remain at the bottom Swimming, fighting The strongest of currants. Should I give up? My love would not be Standing at the cliff To rescue my shivering arms. What would be the point? To live or die? When he left me With nothing but memories, And a broken heart; My bones sore From the crash, And my muscles,
Working harder than normal. I only fight to remember the
Look in his face, Wh
by *happyjolush
Cliff Diving: FallingCliff Diving: FallingCliff Diving: Falling
For once, No sound comes. No screaming. No floor to stand upon. No hopeful desires. No future, no past. It's only now. My stomach has Moved to my chest And my hair flows Away from my body Reaching back to the
Top of the cliff. The picture from behind My closed lids, Brings me back to the Night of our first kiss.
May 27th, 2009
by *happyjolush
Cliffdiving: JumpingCliff Diving: JumpingCliffdiving: Jumping
It's only me, With you in my mind. You speak as if you're No longer a phantom of my past; No longer a ghost in the night, But an angel To sway me from Each dangerous action, But instead I raise my arms high In the air, Clouds circling in a
Cloudburst of vicious rain, I close my eyes Preparing myself As I jump into the sky.
May 27th, 2009
by *happyjolush
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| I am the tall red head that haunts your dreams, and leaves you curious for more. heheheh....that sounds perverted. |
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- Current Residence: Bedford, Texas
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: big
- Interests: haunted houses, poetry, art, reading and music
- Favourite movie: the nightmare before christmas, twilight
- Favourite band or musician: regina spektor, ani di franco, melissa etheridge, kimya dawson
- Favourite genre of music: indie
- Favourite artist: daniel cates
- Favourite poet or writer: shakesphere
- Favourite photographer: monie
- Favourite style of art: photography
- Personal Quote: i know i am a dork, i take that as a compliment.
- Tools of the Trade: journal and ink
- Email: happyjolush@hotmail.com
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- Sep 3, 2009 @ 11:35 am=Synthetamine
- Aug 18, 2009 @ 7:02 pm~Crybabyblue123
- Aug 12, 2009 @ 4:38 pm=Lupus-deus-est
- May 30, 2009 @ 12:01 pm~johnpizzle23
- Apr 23, 2009 @ 1:41 pm~Lord-Corr
so why....do you think we are freaking addicted to twilight?
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