~angelkis8919
Alexandria - Status: Member
- Emotional Poet
- Female/United States
- Offline for 13w 2h 43m 53s
- Deviant since Mar 4, 2005, 5:13 PM
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Sleep DeprivisionSleep drifts from me like the Fog parting from the morning dew. It escapes from me- Always just beyond my grasp. I try to trap it like some sort of Vermin; laying out devices toSleep Deprivision
Ensnare it for myself; Yet still it remains aloof and my
Work remains fruitless. Sill I keep searching for it in the Dark, the night so palpable that it clings.
Sleep somehow manages to stay aloof Though my efforts are great & many, This thing that does not wish to be
Captured and tamed becomes a Wild buffallo - a large target, stupid And yet too strong and dangerous to
in Open on 9/4/05
False ConditionsShe hears but does not listen; She knows but does not comprehend; Instead, all she does is judge Under false conditions. Her sight is as limited as the Eagle's on a foggy day. Her understanding is but a shallow Pool of water after a May rainshower. She craves one thing, yet seeks another. Her heart is ice and stone; Her blood runs cold throughout her vains And in her heart she knows -False Conditions
But What? The secret in is the secret kept And noone dares find out, Should the mystery of the woman known Be lost forever to the wind.
in Open on 9/4/05
Untitled 2Trapped in the solitude of desolation; Prisioner of my own lifelong game. Hearfelt truthes of contemplation Trying to give away the blame.Untitled 2
in Open on 8/21/05
You ThinkYou think you canYou Think
Hurt me with your unkind words.
What you don't know is that
I'm stronger than you.
Your words slide off me like
Condensation on a glass of
Ice cold water
On a hot summer's day.
You can't touch me.
You can't see me.
You can't know what I feel,
Because you are nothing to me anylonger.
You, who are filled with hatred
Wrongly taken out on me.
You, who can't seem to
Control yourself.
You, whom I once trusted,
But whom now I can't stand to look
In the face. My heart breaks at the
Thought of you
in Open on 8/8/05
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SometimesSo many thoughts Coming to me In this place Where I am supposed to be. Sometimes I wonder, And sometimes I know, Forever endeavored To Life's giving Flow. Sometimes I'm good, And sometimes I'm wrong, Sometimes I'm sad, And break out in song. My thoughts are so many, Sometimes I can't see, Why the Lord made me, To take life this way. Sometimes I'm weary, And sometimes I'm strong. Sometimes I'm free, And sometimes I belong. Sometimes I'm single, And that is okay. Feelings may linger, Or slowely drift away. &nSometimes
by ~Miss-Skarlette-Rose
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Devious Information
- Current Age: 19
- Interests: music, friends, having a good time
- Favourite movie: A Hard Day's Night
- Favourite band or musician: Greenday; Relient K; FM Static; The Killers
- Favourite genre of music: Rock and Roll! (are hymns a genre?)
- Favourite artist: God
- Favourite poet or writer: King David; King Solomon
- Personal Quote: "I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: because by it I see all things.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Paper, and a little Heart
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*Star Crossed*
Alison
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prints & traditional gallery: ~maxine || website: Maxine Green, fine art, portraits, illustrations. [link]
thank You so much for adding me to Your friends
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nice journal
They don't sell root beer over here, i think it'd be my favourite if they did.
have a nice day!
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prints & traditional gallery: ~maxine || website: Maxine Green, fine art, portraits, illustrations. [link]
I am so glad You like it
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welcome again to DA, and thanks for the
categorising poetry is hard, i have some in my other account, ~emanix
if you want a tip for literary submissions: if you include a screenshot with a picture or a snippet of your text in a picture file (or even both!), you'll get more views
hope you enjoy your time here!
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There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings,
but I'm willing to find out what impossible means.
I climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams,
because the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
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