3/14/17
As my sorrow ebbs leaving only what was already there as a flood rendering the mountains bare. My love never left or waivered and the flood of drama washed over us but once it drains aways it always must our love remains. Maybe slightly changed but no less the mountain it is strong sturdy protecting
3/14/17
So i havnt been thinking about your beautiful hair and how it carresses your face and my reflection sparkles in your deep soulful eyes. How your dimples grow deeper as your lips spread in the smile you have only for me. That light you leave in my dark pit of a soul. A latern leaving a beacon of protection for the innocent romantic
3/16/17
Stay in my heart,
As my world falls apart,
I hide in my gut trying to keep myself cold by sstuffing myself away into a small corner as far away as i can for i dont deserve you! I know its the truth but i feed myself lies to chase the bitter taste.
Stay in my heart,
As my world falls apart,
Im forced warmth through my bones as your love comes to scare off the night terrors, to hold me close and say you are loved reassuring me of all the things i wish i could believe about myself. Your warmth heals my heart, straightens my world and closes all wounds by just speaking my name.
3/13/17
I feel beated and defeated, smashed and lashed, tired and pyred! A world of revolutions and rebellions, tyrants and Leaders, God and Love.... love what a hollow four letter word a swallowing sickness that gives you the symptom of happiness then it turns stage 4 and your already screwed when you hear the news. That happiness came at a price your life which you waste searrching for, your soul you give and intertwin and shred apart , your mind a swelling of emotions so gridlocked my hands are locked traffic thats getting angrier by the second its in this stand still of self loathing and conspiracy hatred. I stand to fall.
The dark, a relentless beast. Always attacking and chipping away at my humanity... My sanity. I cower in fear an consider my options as it takes its toll on the ones i love. It strikes with claws sharp enough to rip away my hope as its minions destroy my resolve with a double edged dagger and false words. As false hope drips from its savage lips ,the beasts, teeth shreds that hope. My control draws thin as i grab the rope that was to be my salvation but truly held my demise. As the final music i'll ever hear drowns out the sorrow and despair I climb on to the seat with another lie of hope feeding my steps... My courage to tie that rope around
The art is amazing,
Every curve intoxicating,
Every color trance inducing,
Every curl mind boggleing,
Every emotion so intense,
Every sylabol so immense,
Every taste so complex,
Every look so direct,
Every line perfectly drawn
Every tear perfectly tragic
Every frown followed woth mental brawn,
Every rage trip so hectic.
The art is amazing,
Just imagine the time and effort God put in making someone as incredibly perfect as you!
My heart aches and my head spins
My love fills me as my thoughts erupt!
My body moans and my muscles ache for your touch.
My lips hunger for yours and my ears burn for ur laughter!
My arms itch for you in them as my chest is cold without your head there
What if forever wasnt a time but a journey,
What if love wasnt the good guy but the bad,
Causing pain and sorrow in the most addictive ways? And intimacy was the good?
What if the love i have that causes this great pain is only cured by your touch? Is it the same or just my delusions? I know not except good or bad i love you but i love our intimacy more. The little things about you that shed light on my dark lonly nights! I mean not your love making for is that not making more pain? Your closness and your traits that make me smile those... Those are my drugs. Maybe these are the rambelings of a mad man or maybe the world is the mad man and i
A midnight serenade
For you whom God made
To mend the wounds
Can you hear the sounds?
Of my heart bleeding
But here you are seeding
My rejuvination back to reality
Thank you love for your my legacy
your madder than professor stein
My love Would you be my valentine?
3/14/17
As my sorrow ebbs leaving only what was already there as a flood rendering the mountains bare. My love never left or waivered and the flood of drama washed over us but once it drains aways it always must our love remains. Maybe slightly changed but no less the mountain it is strong sturdy protecting
3/14/17
So i havnt been thinking about your beautiful hair and how it carresses your face and my reflection sparkles in your deep soulful eyes. How your dimples grow deeper as your lips spread in the smile you have only for me. That light you leave in my dark pit of a soul. A latern leaving a beacon of protection for the innocent romantic
3/16/17
Stay in my heart,
As my world falls apart,
I hide in my gut trying to keep myself cold by sstuffing myself away into a small corner as far away as i can for i dont deserve you! I know its the truth but i feed myself lies to chase the bitter taste.
Stay in my heart,
As my world falls apart,
Im forced warmth through my bones as your love comes to scare off the night terrors, to hold me close and say you are loved reassuring me of all the things i wish i could believe about myself. Your warmth heals my heart, straightens my world and closes all wounds by just speaking my name.
3/13/17
I feel beated and defeated, smashed and lashed, tired and pyred! A world of revolutions and rebellions, tyrants and Leaders, God and Love.... love what a hollow four letter word a swallowing sickness that gives you the symptom of happiness then it turns stage 4 and your already screwed when you hear the news. That happiness came at a price your life which you waste searrching for, your soul you give and intertwin and shred apart , your mind a swelling of emotions so gridlocked my hands are locked traffic thats getting angrier by the second its in this stand still of self loathing and conspiracy hatred. I stand to fall.
The dark, a relentless beast. Always attacking and chipping away at my humanity... My sanity. I cower in fear an consider my options as it takes its toll on the ones i love. It strikes with claws sharp enough to rip away my hope as its minions destroy my resolve with a double edged dagger and false words. As false hope drips from its savage lips ,the beasts, teeth shreds that hope. My control draws thin as i grab the rope that was to be my salvation but truly held my demise. As the final music i'll ever hear drowns out the sorrow and despair I climb on to the seat with another lie of hope feeding my steps... My courage to tie that rope around
The art is amazing,
Every curve intoxicating,
Every color trance inducing,
Every curl mind boggleing,
Every emotion so intense,
Every sylabol so immense,
Every taste so complex,
Every look so direct,
Every line perfectly drawn
Every tear perfectly tragic
Every frown followed woth mental brawn,
Every rage trip so hectic.
The art is amazing,
Just imagine the time and effort God put in making someone as incredibly perfect as you!
My heart aches and my head spins
My love fills me as my thoughts erupt!
My body moans and my muscles ache for your touch.
My lips hunger for yours and my ears burn for ur laughter!
My arms itch for you in them as my chest is cold without your head there
What if forever wasnt a time but a journey,
What if love wasnt the good guy but the bad,
Causing pain and sorrow in the most addictive ways? And intimacy was the good?
What if the love i have that causes this great pain is only cured by your touch? Is it the same or just my delusions? I know not except good or bad i love you but i love our intimacy more. The little things about you that shed light on my dark lonly nights! I mean not your love making for is that not making more pain? Your closness and your traits that make me smile those... Those are my drugs. Maybe these are the rambelings of a mad man or maybe the world is the mad man and i
A midnight serenade
For you whom God made
To mend the wounds
Can you hear the sounds?
Of my heart bleeding
But here you are seeding
My rejuvination back to reality
Thank you love for your my legacy
your madder than professor stein
My love Would you be my valentine?
I like photography and poetry, metal music is amazing in my opinion. And trying to follow god. what else do you want to know?
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I think they are just for fun. . . allot of people sell them for points though try and turn a profit with them. other mutually trade them for points. . . some people draw for them while others give them out as a gift of donating.
I just like to give them to people because it's fun