| I'm a little too optimistic for my own good. I laugh too much. I'm almost always too loud. I care too much about what people think of me, but I would never admit it. I like repetition a lot. It makes me feel secure, like the establishment of multiple facts about myself is a great achievement. I don't like it when shoelaces are untied. I don't like it when people don't know the difference between "your" and "you're" and "its" and "it's". I like cake. I like anything sweet, in fact. Chances are, if you give me a cookie, I'll probably be your friend for the rest of my life. |
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dripby ~Rexophilius
iron curtainIf I leaned against this wall for a thousand years, would you let me in?iron curtain
After my flesh has disintegrated, after my bones have withered to dust, after my tears have run dry into salty deposits that saturate the earth,
and all that remains is a steady beating heart
that was once protected by a cage, a steel cage that was once surrounded by a sea, a sea of red that was once bound together with armor, a coat of armor that was once ready for battle.
You would see a lonely heart that has been tethered for a thousand years,
a
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summerby ~Rexophilius
this is about a boyHe smilesthis is about a boy
Like a burst of lightning abruptly interrupting the dark sky, Like a soapy bubble swelling to maximum capacity, Like the smell of summer that passes with a sweet, subtle inhalation, Like a puddle in the aftermath of a storm that distorts the earth.
A smile,
Like the warmth of a mother’s breath whispering to a newborn, Like a hazy memory of blowing birthday candles out, Like the last moments of night that cross into dawn, Like the crevice between sleep and consciousness, Ephemeral, genuine, and then--
Gone.
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Camping in the sand down by the ocean Beat cop turns a blind eye for the cash Lucky rides through on a shiny bicycle And offers free hits of heroin
Momma sent an envelope of money So he can call her from the payphone after nine Awkward conversation, how’s the weather? How’s the city? He misses small town America- He thinks of his family.
The boys got jobs washing windows
At the drop-in, No one’s seen Smokey for
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- Current Residence: U.S.
- Interests: Singing. Playing the piano and/or the guitar. Taking amateur pictures with my terrible camera.
- Favourite movie: Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Forrest Gump. The Breakfast Club. Catch Me If You Can.
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles. Period. Oh, and The Hush Sound. :)
- Favourite genre of music: Classical. Alternative Rock. Anything, really.
- Favourite poet or writer: Mark Twain. Kurt Vonnegut. Homer.
- Favourite cartoon character: He's an anime character, but Fai D. Fluorite!!
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Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
Thanks again
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Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
Thanks again!
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77 Deviations
1,758 Comments
11,655 Pageviews
134 Forum Posts
830 Favourites
and its just going up
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"Okay, we'll get some heroin and some ice cream.. and then we definitely have to go."
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Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
--
Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
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