| It changes to show one that I find interesting (personally and for others). |
| It changes to show one that I find interesting (personally and for others). |


A momentOur rights Our wrongs Our dreams Our criesA moment
Whispers in the night Calls out a last time Let the moon stay sweet surrender
And not too soon Reckless slander That no one's far changing
A kiss A cry A dream A fight
Won't stop
Follow desperation Lay dead for you
A moment A laugh A cry A love
While I'm much too Watching Won't stop
surrender


The princeThe Supreme Ruler once controlled all but now has passed on. Should have left what was rightfully mine as set by birth. The prince of darkness, I, no longer hold power nor the throne. My father ruled was worshiped by all. None dared to oppose except that now it appears his only enemy was time. Time that dreadful beast withered away his following along with his health. There once was a time man feared the darkness. Cowered but still knew of its power and respected it. Time changed that, it changes everything. With time man grew to eThe prince


GrandeurTake heed to light The upcoming dawn The rosewater bushGrandeur
and the new young fawn
Caress and impress upon the unstrung harp Take five and take dress until its near dark
The hand will rain On none To cast out the name of one
Guilty flies out of the chosen to seek truth within stage forsaken


A chargeI charge you to think Claim as do all the prevailing thoughts Subconsciously flowingA charge
Let the octopus's ink Cloud thyself and let thyself be blind
Existence draws close Extinction crawls closer Rebel
Find the truth Search for it Get as close as possible
Before you succumb to death Before you succumb to fear Reawaken the fear
Keep the terror at bay Let not its stone grip hold Keep the fear as a reminder
Recognize uncertainty Nothing's certain Answers are lies meant to
snake legend

Caterwaul CuteShe's caterwaul cute, tickling my sweet tooth like valerian root. Her lips are paintedCaterwaul Cute
with candy cane stains.
With her soporific smile she can capture and beguile any beast out of the wild. She's a woman, I'm a child.
She swoons like candle light, but she breaths quite quietly, alright, alright, alright. She likes to play dead in bed, she will die, lie, rise, zombie horror night.
I chisel her lips into an ellipse. Just to turn me on, she pretends to resist. She bends like a flower in a storm, and moves like she's


Steven.Steven
Steven
We were so naïve, made of chalk drawings of suns and cubes in the drive, paisley jumpers or jeans with holes and mud under fingernails.
To think, a stick was just a stick and not a sword or a metaphor between us. And our multiplying freckles were only signs of age, not beauty or relics of kisses left by angels and mothers and you.
We left the only magic in the rows of planted pines miles between our houses, not the circles of mushrooms or the tree-rain that lingered every day after four.
What we were, we never
And I think I might've been in a different state of mind. I don't know. Maybe I could regain that writing.
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
you should post up some deviations man.
Its the least I can do read and comment on your work/future work.
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