Goodbye DA...When it first started way back... it was a small community filled with friendly, helpful and encouraging deviants. Its just no longer the same...
So goodbye to all...
This is meNaked.This is me
Stares down my every pore. For far too long. Free me from this glass cage. Beyond the illusions.
The door has never been closed. But still...
I never asked for much. Just a hand. A warm embrace. Through that first step.
This is me.
MonochromaticDepression fills my morning tea, In a cup broken none other by me. Damned memories of nothing else, But the burnt and bitterness of love.Monochromatic
With every breaking dawn I wait, For a shadow cast by the morning sun. For so long i have hungered for one, Just one touch to lift my sorrows away.
A trapped dove in a hunter's cage, Sweet sorrow hummed in a melody. Free me from my own parade, Set me free the yonder waits.
To fill my sorrows on an empty page, A monochromatic picture of words. Of an otherwise colourful journey, The irony that is poe
A Book Called LifeA story of mother's tears in unfounded fears, Of blackened hearts and turmoiled minds. Oh young gun a life so rich yet unfulfilled, The devil has cut his wings with knives from his back.A Book Called Life
A smile he wore as he painted his defiant puppets, In beautiful red silk, eyes closed with a single brush. A door unlocked with every single stroke, Answers he seeked till all that was left was silence.
Trying to find refuge but welcomed by irony, Within the coldness of solitude he found solace. Solace he once seeked only to find apathy, From those he loved in a life not worth liv
Belle VilleThrough my own eyes I saw across the sleepy street, In the sulky clouded sky, Belle danced on lively feet. Once bouncy silk curls now droop toward her arms. In a trance, she spun 'round in a stirring storm "There's nothing like dancing in the rain," she'd say. In the silver screen, she shone, as perfect as she'd ever be. But I wouldn't believe her.Belle Ville
Belle Fille, une âme rêvante She floats on water like a goddess and Her actions will tell stories of life. Esprit d'un ange Solace seeps from her eyes, As they glisten in the gale. Attristé pendant trop
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"Na tej ponurej pustyni nagle pojawia się przede mną zdjęcie" - R.Barthes
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Mr Carl.
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If I was talking to you and not writing this,
Maybe I could show you something you haven't seen
~Kim
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Frits Mijnders - Message network administrator
~hotpsycho
smoking my life away...
is a Long-Time Deviant
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is a deviant since Jun 10, 2001, 12:05 AM
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^^Just thought that was pretty cool
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If I was talking to you and not writing this,
Maybe I could show you something you haven't seen
~Kim
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If I was talking to you and not writing this,
Maybe I could show you something you haven't seen
~Kim
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And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want whats yours and I want whats mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
Give Kim more hugs
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If I was talking to you and not writing this,
Maybe I could show you something you haven't seen
~Kim
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~without the bitter, baby, the sweet ain't as sweet~
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