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SuccubusI need to spit, Spit at all the tricks Split the lip as the tongue licks The cracked kisses Of long gone disappointments Of another Miss Promiscuous. I can't deal with this False tryst of bliss Of realising it will be missed As those that listened, Pissed their lives away into a sickly yellow mist...Succubus
Did I go too far? Overstep the mark? Try too hard to be something that I just can't be? Let alone imitate with botched attempts Of faked deceit and false lies, Do I have to join those legions? That march into clouded regions In
by ~despairinspired
...Phoney AccentsReciting Poetry in Phoney Accents...Phoney Accents
I'm reciting poetry in phoney accents, Emptiness and loneliness Hand in hand in business I'm doing that thing again That thing I used to do when I knew I was alone The silent me that groaned When Atlas shrugged and moaned...
I'm yearning again Yearning... Yearning to be alone on a vast desolate highway Yearning to quote Sinatra and claim 'I did it my way' Yearning to love with passion, smiles and truth Yearning to scream so loud that I actually raise the roof Exhale...
I want that precio
by ~despairinspired
Red“The world is so much smaller, yet so much bigger than you realise...”Red
It begins in the dark...
There in the nothing Some horror did stir No fish or animal Insect or bird Falling around, it was disturbed...
A drop of water, red as night Fell from the sky Trickled into it's eye It glowed with a passion It raged with a smile It broke through thin paper It started to cry Crimson tears...
As tears fell, life began There a woman, There a man. Beginnings of a world Encapsulated in a tear. &nb
by ~despairinspired
Spirit And ConsequenceCheap kisses under coloured lights, Easy action with the pumping sound. I glance and steal the smile From each and every face.Spirit And Consequence
Lips brush my cheek As false promises are made With the God of Consequence overshadowing us both.
I falter and wonder... Would I be sensible Would I keep my distance If I was more full of spirit?
Or would it make me Move closer, brushing nearer Beautiful moments made as Consequence bears down and Smashes me to pieces Leaving the promise bearer unscathed.
by ~despairinspired
Random Favourites
SnowYou were my precious I loved you so Unlucky meSnow
You were made of snow.
Beautiful, cold You´re made of snow When I came near you You had to go.
I loved you, I loved you I loved you so Unlucky you You were made of snow
Precious, you loved me And you knew how I felt But when you kissed me You had to melt.
by ~DRS2406
I won't say a wordI dressed up my prettiest And avoided your eyes. You never danced with meI won't say a word
And I never said goodbye
So much of me wants to say....
Say what I'm not allowed to say How I begin to hope Everytime you start to look my way I do my best just to breathe But, darling, don't you know How you break me?
If you love her... (I won't say a word) If you forget me... (Because I won't be heard)
I won't promise I won't cry You never danced with me And I never said goodbye.
by ~Emocinderella
Alone, so aloneLet´s face the truth, even if it hurts. I´m gonna swallow all my pride, my dignity, my love for you.Alone, so alone
The past will stay in the past. The tears I cried, will never be mentioned.
I hear you and finally understand, that the winner takes it all, the loser is worth nothing. Where did it all go wrong? Where did we fall apart?
I can´t understand, why it had to go so wrong. Please, make me understand! Give me a reason, to live again.
I don´t want to cry more, fall through this da
by ~shadowkaru15
| You may notice that this box often contains my own crap from my other account: ~wackiest. This is because I am a shameless self promoter. |
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- Oct 14, 2009 Back at Uni!
- Aug 4, 2009 Something New
- Jul 15, 2009 Ireland Bitches!
- Jul 8, 2009 Still Haven't Done Much
- Jun 17, 2009 Two Whole Months Have Gone By
- Apr 1, 2009 Twitter
- Mar 22, 2009 Jade Goody
- Mar 17, 2009 Procrastinating
- Feb 12, 2009 Tired
- Jan 29, 2009 Books
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- Current Residence: Leamington Spa, UK
- Interests: Drama/Acting, Writing, Poetry, Reading, Singing Badly and Playstation 2
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- Favourite genre of music: Rock / Ska! / Punk and most other things.
- Favourite artist: Banksy (I'll go Banksy spotting one day...)
- Favourite poet or writer: CS Lewis, George Orwell, Terry Pratchett, Tim Burton, Danny Wallace, Stephen King
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- Favourite game: Shadow of The Colossus and Ico.
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Don't try to find true love;
Let true love find you.
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Don't try to find true love;
Let true love find you.
nice to meet u...
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~wackiest ~ the 'Artist' me, if you like crap, have a look. Or if not, have a look at my more poetic side ~despairinspired
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