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I should comment on people's poems.
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Yes...


RhyYour arms envelopes me but your eyes remain averted You blister me.Rhy
but that's okay I can play charades too. One word One syllable
the drum plays softly in your chest. I can play the beat back to you with chopsticks.
Ready? Set Go
Your feet steps to my pitiful drumming But you have two left feet so it's okay we make quite a pair you and I
You would rather play tag. I'm it And I have cooties.


GrayI watch you steadily with dulled eyes, and you know to call me a cold person because I do not smile or offer you my inner warmth.Gray
So, you offer your own hearth in hopes that I will share my own. You think that works with everyone. You believe that your giving act demands a selfless gift in return. Yet, I remain unmoved, and you are surprised.
Surprised that I do not reserve a place for you by my fire. Surprised that I would keep you in the cold night. Surprised that I remain unmoved by your gesture. Surprised that I would only tilt my head and smirk. &


NakedNakedNaked
Youre so close to me. Closer than anyone has ever been. Youre inside of me and it feels good. You said you loved me. Do you love me? Do you? Dont lie to me. Im not bullet-proof. If Im shot from a distance, whatever, but if you hit me with a hammer.. ... You asked me, once, why I dont cry. I do cry. The tears roll back into my eyes, and down my throat, and into my flesh, and they burn me, and I bleed. No! Dont tell me I


GravityI'm waiting in this pit of nervous tension I'm clawing my way to the surface before I drown as water fills my lungs your eyes begin to rain on me And I sink deeperGravity
just laying here, I look up at you and notice that the more I do the farther away the shore seems to be I'm drifting out at sea. And you are the raft that carries me.
You always hold me under and save me right before the end. it's a strange ironic puzzle with no pattern and no trend. You keep me in a jar and fill it to the top. and right when I am dying you let the wa


Mirror ImitationsSometimes I Stare into the mirror Just to see ifMirror Imitations
I really am there. If the world
Really does exist. And I'm not just living In a T.V. set. To see if I'm Really understanding language Hearing sound Tasting flavors Feeling a light touch Or having emotions. To see if my heart Is manipulating me And not being manipulated Itself. But the mirror Only gives back The questions
I have asked.
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I'm in love with the great artist ~Kuroneko-Hime
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Life Is But A Dream,
---Don't Wake The Ones Around You.
Jonathon William Dell
'Black Hearted Poet'
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I'm Onyx-ink and I dont always make sense. ^_^
also, you can use my pics as stock in anything you want, just let me know, link it to me please so I can see it, and please dont use it in prints you want to sell. ^_^.
Well I only write when I'm not in a good mood. It's my only outlet
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Paranoia nurtures him. Rumours help him grow.
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-the pirate
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-the pirate
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