| And a camera. Just a good camera so I can try photography. I have so many ideas, I just have no way to explore them. |
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VulnerableWhen the night sky sheds it's cover to air out stars by the t h o u s a n d s I can't help but fear that I am lost in space disoriented && out-of-controlVulnerable
as the world moves on without me.
by ~StormTheif
Cautionby ~StormTheif
Writer's BlockForgive me if I don’tWriter's Block
tickle your fancy with a lyric or two. I seem to have misplaced my envelopes of anecdotes & the bedtime story just isn’t feeling up to par. You see my memories rely on that faulty camera in my mind & the lens is fogged with champagne dreams making it quite the struggle to impart my witticisms.
Not to mention that
I simply don’t care.
by ~StormTheif
DistantDid you regret it each and every time you opened you mouth and laid on thick the fire-cozy reassurances of your affection? You never once looked me in the eye when you said it. I should have known each time youDistant
professed your love than you were only
strengtheningthefoundation for that brick wall you
by ~StormTheif
Favourites
pieces of youi keep finding pieces of you. careless scars under the piano where you hid when the room got loud with flies. thumbprints in the hall closet where mother put you during storms and you thought the coats smelled like someone lying. a used shadow in the pool house, playing hopscotch under the old canvas tarp breathing in the corner. and on the porch where you slept, naked and lost in summerpieces of you
those raw parts you asked me to keep safe.
by =Scarlettletters
Ramshackle HeartMy ramshackle heart speaks French in doorways where street lamps spin like dervishes across the sidewalks and the light curls up to the sky and lays its breath upon the night.Ramshackle Heart
It beckons a beautiful woman to slide out of bed and run away from her dreams and slip into a dangerous shade of red in front of a jealous mirror that can read her mind.
It lures her to dance, an invitation of tango steps that bob and weave like punch drunk stars, hip to hip, my hands whispering a sonnet under her breast
by =Scarlettletters
Harvest-Collabthe night has a sort of dilapidated magic in its fingertips as if begging you to drink it in and pay attention. it slopes around the barn and ancient stones and the thick figures of women walking home from harvest time, their indigo aprons tucked up with apples and the rough blaze of leaves clinging to their legs and a spill of purple maize. they flock at the river cool in length and song and gather blue in baskets to wash the day's long work from smiles and wait for the moon to rise slow and steep acHarvest-Collab
by =Scarlettletters
TalismanI made a crown of Hawthorn leaves to soothe the demons in my head, three charms of bitter herbs and rue, and buried them amongst the dead.Talisman
I forged a talisman so bright of molten gold and silvered tears an amulet to bear my shame and succored it amidst my fears.
I tamed my haste with dreams of gods, with wanton thoughts I cooled my breath while deep within, my demons slept, dank tendrils from the fields of Lethe
And while in darkling dreams I dwelt I met a girl so fair of face her voice like holy music spent, her body pale and kissed
by =Scarlettletters
Wishlist
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
Never did have a head for resolutions...
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| These are a few of my favorite things...... purple duct tape rubber ducks Eiffel tower soaps giant decorative mirrors grapes butterflies laptops computers lime green cell phones snooze buttons Ozarka water Frank Sinatra little puppies littler kittens laughing babies ancient furniture clean kitchens generic brand orange juice freshly dried towels gingerbread the Beatles grandma's lace grandfather clocks hot waiters vanilla wafers discount prices Miami vices verses that rhyme people on time sleeping in late 50 First Dates I'll stop while I'm ahead I'm supposed to be in bed. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: an incredibly small but wonderful town in TEJAS!
- Interests: vampires movies internet drawing sketching painting singing vampires reading singing vampires vamps
- Favourite movie: Atonement
- Favourite band or musician: Frank Sinatra, the Beatles and I Am Ghost
- Favourite genre of music: jazz, rock, I listen to alot of eighties stuff too... Def Leppard is amazing...
- Favourite artist: painter: Van Gogh or Monet, Sculptist: Michaelangelo, Writer: Stephenie Meyer....
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephenie Meyer and Byron
- Favourite photographer: this wonderful deviant: mehmeturget. you should look him up.
- Favourite style of art: ANY art.
- MP3 player of choice: i pod, though i don't actually have one.....
- Shell of choice: oyster
- Wallpaper of choice: just something cool
- Skin of choice: something colorful
- Favourite game: Alice
- Favourite gaming platform: rebelrealmrpg
- Favourite cartoon character: CHEESE- no FLAPJACK- NO IT'S CHEESE!!
- Personal Quote: Life is like a Pack of Gum..... I've yet to figure out why...
- Tools of the Trade: a sketch book, notebook and pencil
- Email: sapphire_despair@yahoo.com
- AIM: spasticbunny69
- MSN: kag0meinuyasha@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: sapphire_despair
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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We sing dissonant heartbeats.
I noticed that you watched literotica
if you like erotic writing stuff, go and check him out 
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92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister said it wasnt cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing.
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We sing dissonant heartbeats.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister said it wasnt cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing.
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We sing dissonant heartbeats.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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