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22
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 18
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 18
Not a whole lot i can tell you that applies here. I’m 18 years of age, and didn’t try my hand at writing in any sort of serious manner until around 16. I work on whatever i feel the desire to at the moment, with whatever subject matter is at hand…if you feel any desire to talk to me…. My AIM’s Jokintoker and i’m on a good portion of the time
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from every surface shown reflective comes perception, subtly deceptive flash of mind, visual smoke reality caught in illusion's choke haunted with the damnable task to discover the man beneath the mask searching always, desperate, lost unwilling to pay enlightenment's cost so you wander, never nearer to the truth, behind the mirror
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from the halls of light and lies comes the one, with the fire eyes erotic feet,remarkable skin dischord sows between kin slender knees, lucious waist your love, your life, for another taste swaying hips, flawless breasts within desire, nothing rests ivory neck, deceptive jaw never to forget what you saw so into the halls of light and lies you chase the one, with the fire eyes
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dear lord, what could i ever write to save my poor soul from tonight an emotional trainwreck, off my course why do i beat this long dead horse loves lost with sanity in waking dreams can nothing just be what it seems? friends run thin, completely aloof life has purpose? i want proof smash the mirror, for fear to see what i've let become of me is this knowledge a shrouded curse enlightened reality is far worse than the simple societal dance bliss truely lies in ignorance but learning is a one-...
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he mirror reflects, but he doesn't see he focuses on what should not be not witnessing his ruination as he proceedes upon his declination the powder is all that feeds the wonderous dust is all he needs the line, so pefect, so omnipotent he long ago forgot what it meant to live, to feel, to care, to love awaiting his death, a gift from above up his nose, it relights the fire fills his life, and quells the desire all is right in his world again lost to an addiction, destroyed from within
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One cut for the sunshine two for the rain three to destiny that's mine four to the demon who growls for pain Five for the blood that keeps me alive six for the lovely protective vein seven for the hell that i survive eight for the harm that keeps me sane Nine for the love that strung me along ten for the times i've bled and cried eleven for music,and my unread song twelve for the path, to a slow suicide
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Rather than be an out-and-out dick to you, and attempt to poorly bust your chops for minor, unrealistic details in a work of FICTION I'l tell you the truth. I enjoyed the read...and i sit here now, thinking of two snakes, and the similarities between this relationship and human relationships that you were trying to portray.... it plays with my mind at the very least, you've given me something to ponder as i lay down at night. Thank you and if your boa needs venom, (though i'll point out, you ...
an enjoyable read, and your plot twist took me hook, line, 'n sinker... take your own advice from your previous comment...accept the praise and pick up the pen again
You perked my interest about as much asa prelude is going to be able to.. The character has be introduced, and his journey has begun... Though, i'd like to know a little more about how the city was fashioned without harming the trees Have you posted any more of this story?
I would suggest seperating things into even lines, but honestly, its not worth the effort, the poem reads just fine either way. I am a fan of repition, to some it gets old, true, but sometimes, when a certain phrase has a re-occuring theme in your work, it needs to be done. damning does sound a little odd here...i might attempt another word choice...condemming? Damaging? Withering? i don't know, i'm just throwing things out there... Overall, an enjoyable read, and one with a real message....a...
i couldn't seem to find a single problem with the mechanics, style, or flow of your work...and past that, it only gets better. Dak is completely absorbing to the reader, for all his seeming psychosis...you can't help but start to feel a slight attachment towards him. What is the game? Who else plays? What is the goal? I want to know more of this game.... Emilo...for some reason i can't bring myself to trust him in the slightest, i can almost feel a conspiracy brewing somewhere.... Overall, th...
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