Actually bothering.My page is untouched and is gathering dust because the millions of dA visitors choose to ignore my work.
Am I crap?
Paracetamola way to a means of flying limply limbs numbing and vision blurred a snap then a swallow then a snap then a swallow infuse bloodstream with sticky sweet treacle however suitable for muscle and neck pain sugared powder coating insides with treacle a broken heart, a lacklustre spirit a simple yearning for attention, require much more than a simple swallow.Paracetamol
PessimistHer sun blackens in a lonely sky soot falls to the ground coating sharp blades of grass in a thick tarmac blanket comfort in no expectations pessimism constricting action vetoed inspiration turned cold encasing insides frozen in ice a heart churning out thickened tar suffocating all hopePessimist
smothering the last glimmer of light screaming in the language of unsettled minds, in which we all find shards of meaning.
BassistLike you could actually come up with something good or catchy. It's all just bloody meaningless, unstructured resonance. Thick, thumping, jerking rhythms that have no destination: taking the ring road around musical prevalence. Stuck in traffic, movement prohibited, alone in stillness, beat buzzing in eager ears, disappointed once more. Heart hoping for satisfaction, satiated by dreams of recognition, broken once more like the nonsensical, bouncing, uneven humming, wrapping around already blind eyes, until just the vibrations remain. Taken in kindly as secondBassist
SpectralYou hold a mirror, so pure, reflective, gleaming Containing twisted hearts, internal screaming In a second you show me your soul, my fight The darkness in which lies my eternal nightSpectral
With fractured wings you struggle to fly Splitting light into rainbows scattered in your sky Colours, they hurt me, washing over my lifeless plain Sweeping away the strength that keeps me sane
So just stand there and amaze me with your poise As I shake a head full of voices and white noise Interlacing love life despair suffering alone May those without doubt cast my first stone
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"I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake. The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day."
Fall Out Boy
Say goodnight and we'll start counting
counting sheep
counting fluttered heartbeats.
Jessa Rose
Of course I remember you! How could I forget chucking Malteasers at bilboards next to the co op?
I shall have to look at your poetry now!
Btw, do you have myspace?
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Love Will Tear Us Apart
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The writer is by nature a dreamer---a concious dreamer.
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The writer is by nature a dreamer---a concious dreamer.
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