DeviantTruthfully, i forgot my password O_O buut, now i have it, i have issues four poems so i hope you like them.
My friend has been bugging me to put up my story, but, i'll wait till it's finished, sorry David
Do I, don't I?He who talks of wrestling and cars, And she who talks of dreaming and stars, They seem and are both worlds apart, But can they be so close at heat? With chat of metal and pop alike, With online chats right through the night, With talks of normality drifting astray, Can the two souls simply stay away?Do I, don't I?
BeggarsYou don’t think about the people in the street, You don’t think about the people at your feet,Beggars
You don’t think about the things that they eat, You don’t think about those you do not meet. They lie at the side, begging for coppers, They lie at the side, moaning at shoppers, You don’t think about the people in the street, You don’t think about the people at your feet, Until one of them dies, and you see on the t.v, The truth about them all, the truth about poverty. Then you see them, then you see them clear as day, Then you see them, and you wish th
Good vs BadVersusGood vs Bad
Black vs. White Dark vs. Light Night vs. Day October vs. May Sky vs. Ground Silence vs. Sound Girl vs. Boy Weapon vs. Toy Me vs. You Lies vs. Truth Reality vs. Dreams Laughter vs. Screams Happy vs. Sad Good vs. Bad
The young boy fallingYOUNG BOY FALLINGThe young boy falling
He didn’t see the young ditch boy, He didn’t see the young abandoned boy, He didn’t see the horrors around, He didn’t see how he lay on the ground. He didn’t hear the screams of fright, He didn’t hear the screams through the night, He didn’t hear the young boy crying, He didn’t hear the young boy dying. He didn’t smell the stench of neglect, He didn’t smell the clash take effect, He didn’t smell the flesh covered in grime, He didn’t smell the death nearing time. He didn’t touch
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No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.
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With no tears to shed, no laughs to exclaim, with no heart to be broken, nobody to blame
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With no tears to shed, no laughs to exclaim, with no heart to be broken, nobody to blame
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"Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freakin' moon." ~TWEWY
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With no tears to shed, no laughs to exclaim, with no heart to be broken, nobody to blame
And did you know, you have the same name as my sister? Same spelling and everything!
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"Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freakin' moon." ~TWEWY
seeing as I am your sister
ya bawheed!
And it's spelt "bawheid". Get it right. Or I'll do you in.
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"Any tree can drop an apple. I'll drop the freakin' moon." ~TWEWY
May your devianting days be joyful!
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Fly high! Fly fast! Fly free!
Beware! Beware of crazy prophecy cat! oooooo!
I am Kisa in dA's ~FurubaCrew
~down-without-stairs - author tag
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