| I loves it. Sometimes I feel like it's a blatant plagiarism of the book that inspired me to write it, but meh |
| I loves it. Sometimes I feel like it's a blatant plagiarism of the book that inspired me to write it, but meh |
Intruding CuriosityHis eyes were blue.Intruding Curiosity
They were nice eyes, kind but unassuming, with lighter hues around the outer edges, like a clear pond frosting over in the cold of the late year. They didn't fly out at one, but they still told you "Hello, how are you? Perhaps this chance meeting will last a life time?", a strange thing to hear from a pair of eyes, at least in this day and age, when no one has the time to notice each other, much less ask them to take part in their life. His eyes quite accurately portrayed his personality, one of quiet optimism, borderline naïve, which could never easily dislike someone. His favorite music was soft acousti
Lovers RequiemIt’s time to sing a song love, Time to cast the stone The time for fear is gone love, There isn’t time to be aloneLovers Requiem
And never fear the shadows dear, Never let them sin For with you and I to fight them dear, I know that we will win
So forever hold me close love, Forever love me so I’ll always be right beside you love, No matter how things go
And with this I bid you adieu dear, With this I take my bow I will never really leave you dear, Regardless of why or how...
THINKImagine.THINK
Imagine a past.
A past endless.
And a past spotless.
Imagine a past so perfect, so clean, that it fractures under the weight of its own purity.
Pure.
But dead.
Dead, and eternal, and perfect in its cleanliness.
Now imagine.
Now imagine a place.
A place that lies on the outskirts of our conscious, on the fringe of our mind.
It pulsates, and it dances sometimes, touching our minds core and then leaves in a fleet of thought.
It is where this past exists.
This perfect, cl
Work in progressI see, I see, you damn-ed child I know you always force that smile All this putrid, morbid sacrifice And my words, I fear, they must suffice Because of those pathetic eyes To blinded by reflected lies They try to see but proceed to fail And always that intangent wale! Your faces may changeWork in progress
But your heart still remains Though your piteous tears wash away They practically drown all your thoughts Which all of nothing may make its lay And in there you forever will rot
| My GALLERY!!!! Onegai Mimasu!!! |
The Hunger
A Place We Used To KnowWe live in a world where everyone cries. We stood aside and watched the defeat in their eyes. No one was going to make it so we had to lay low, Because we weren't in the place we used to know.A Place We Used To Know
We sit in the grass which is no longer green. Trying to shake off everything we've seen. Loving arms faded long ago, Because we're not in the place we used to know.
Later on we may notice that things were better before. Maybe we'll patch up the hearts that we tore. We have 1 mile down and 100 to go, We can make it back to the place we used to know.
| Hello deviantART world!!!!! Online, I go by the alias "blighted-laughter", but if you feel it necessary you may call me by the name some of my friends know me as, "Mattykins" (this was a very, very imaginative take off on my actual name, which you may be able to decipher). I consider myself something of a poet/writer, but sometimes I forget about that. Clinical depression runs in my family, I have battled bouts of it myself, and although I know it's not an excuse, if I make any strange and/or uncalled for posts or comments, I apologize in advance now. And, yes, that is domo-kun in the background. He visits my room every now and then. |
A General Update on the State of Things
Tired
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When I'm dead, I want to be composted into someones vegetable garden. Keep that in mind the next time you buy produce.
Proud abuser of plz accounts.
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When I'm dead, I want to be composted into someones vegetable garden. Keep that in mind the next time you buy produce.
Proud abuser of plz accounts.
I was wondering who the hell commented on the deviation <_<>_>
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-There's no such thing as coincidence, only the fate that leads to it-
I'm kind of hurt...
T_T
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When I'm dead, I want to be composted into someones vegetable garden. Keep that in mind the next time you buy produce.
Proud abuser of plz accounts.
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-There's no such thing as coincidence, only the fate that leads to it-
I knew what yours was D:
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When I'm dead, I want to be composted into someones vegetable garden. Keep that in mind the next time you buy produce.
Proud abuser of plz accounts.
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-There's no such thing as coincidence, only the fate that leads to it-
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