Maybe if i combine all those 12 page attempts into one book i would have a kind of arty, postmodern kind of piece...hmmmm


Sun shine no moreWhat does it mean anyway to deal? Throw a plate, Drown your sorrows Cry into a strangers shoulder?Sun shine no more
It’s easy to say But what if no way exists? To deal To deal To deal
Sun rises Sun sets Blind acceptance Sets in
I don’t want to accept anymore. I don’t want the sun to rise.


EmptinessSometimes I want these false hopes to leave. But when they’re gone, I’m afraid that nothing will be left. Not a hope, Not a thought, Not a tear.Emptiness
It seems sometimes that I cannot survive this, But still I exist. The sun rises
And I breathe.
Leaves

time slowSuddenly... Time slowed down. Tick.time slow
Tock. Of a clock. Sounding slowly all around. Trying to think of what to say. Echoes of memories far away. So much is happening time changes pace. Suddenly... Faster! My heart starts to race. Emerg- ing from this hole in time. Slow now again. But... I have been, and still, I go. Onwards now. Lord, help me live. I want to
remember, I want to forget. So much to live
Where's your poetry disappeared to? I guess I am super-sporadic (spelling?) with my poetry, so I'm not one to talk about writing/posting stuff, but hey. I'm sure there's other people than myself who would look forawrd to reading more of your stuff.
Well, this comment has become longer than it was going to be. Again. Sigh. Oh well.
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
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As my withering body dies,
I remain immortal in this world of dreams, and in the hope of the world to come.
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As my withering body dies,
I remain immortal in this world of dreams, and in the hope of the world to come.
wa wa wa wa wa.
look forward to seeing your poetry.
Good to see this influx of fresh talent into deviantart. The writer's camp reunion will be great!! See you there!
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
Thanks for the welcome! I'm real excited - writers camp can really renew poetic inspiration...Hopefully it'll provide some good material!
Its me. Deviantart rules!
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there is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
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I, Gamer - Napalm Riot!
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