Poetry
Journal Entry: Sun Jun 4, 2006, 12:11 AM
A Daughter's Loss
"I will always love you."
That is what you said.
You held me in your arms and smiled-
Tucked me in my bed.
You said "I'll keep you safe."
"I'll give you graceful joy."
I smiled and I listened,
Naively bought the ploy.
Now my heart is aching.
Now it bleeds my tears.
Yet I do not hear you coming,
I'm left to all my fears.
What worth is a person
Whose left by flesh and blood?
What point is there to staying
When worth less than the mud?
So easily you left me
So easily I cry.
But still you do not listen,
Would you care if I should die?
It's true the thought is there
That in death it would not hurt.
And yet I still remain,
Still bleed still cry - alert.
There's no light in my tunnel.
Just echoes of my tears.
And still you do not hasten
To smooth away my fears.
You do not come to care
Nor ask about my life.
Oh mother why'd you leave me?
Am I not worth your time?
Devious Comments
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Call me darkness if you wish.
Darkness only requires eye adjustment.
Light will blind you forever.
i like it very much
how are you?
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Dîês îst dêr Ôrt, wô ês bêgânn
ân dêm îch vîêl vêrlôr
ûnd mêînê Träûmê stârbên...
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'Tis The Season To Be Jolly
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Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
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We're born. We live. We fuck. We make mini-versions of ourselves. We die. Rinse and Repeat.
Vos Vestros Servate, mehos mihi linquite mores. "You keep to your own ways, and leave me to mine."
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'Tis the season to be jolly.
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I've always felt that it's not up to anyone to make my decisions for me.
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We're born. We live. We fuck. We make mini-versions of ourselves. We die. Rinse and Repeat.
Vos Vestros Servate, mehos mihi linquite mores. "You keep to your own ways, and leave me to mine."
i love your coloing style! cool gallery also
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Im a serial killa, thats what I amounted to be
And theres more than a thin line between you and me
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We're born. We live. We fuck. We make mini-versions of ourselves. We die. Rinse and Repeat.
Vos Vestros Servate, mehos mihi linquite mores. "You keep to your own ways, and leave me to mine."
Thanks for watching my pic!
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We're born. We live. We fuck. We make mini-versions of ourselves. We die. Rinse and Repeat.
Vos Vestros Servate, mehos mihi linquite mores. "You keep to your own ways, and leave me to mine."
--
Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
--
Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
--
Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
--
We're born. We live. We fuck. We make mini-versions of ourselves. We die. Rinse and Repeat.
Vos Vestros Servate, mehos mihi linquite mores. "You keep to your own ways, and leave me to mine."
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"...so paradoxically you can appreciate all art." Yes, paradoxically anything is correct.
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Perfection is boring.
And I'm working on everything else....
But back to that coffeee......
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We're born. We live. We fuck. We make mini-versions of ourselves. We die. Rinse and Repeat.
Vos Vestros Servate, mehos mihi linquite mores. "You keep to your own ways, and leave me to mine."
I've stopped by to share some milk and cookies with a talented artist...
...Or I have coffee if you'd prefer...
Anyway
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Perfection is boring.
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angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
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