TimeTimeTime5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Time slips past
That the world can do naught
but to sit
for the end
And yet when you
Toward me who
Adores you like never before
While I am but half
Of a love
That needs two
To be whole
The Gameit seems my pc wont be fixed for a while (because im lazy) so you will all have to wait even longer to see my new art style im checking out my photography course on the 18th march so wish me luck guys!The Game3 months ago in Personal More Like This
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGAqesG5Gw0&list=LLGC67LgagqTAB1smL6ErqIw&feature=mh_lolz omg this song <3 it even has a 10 hour version, really amazing! check it out!
not much on updates but i cant wait to setup my new account when my pc fixed, this profile really is dead ever since i lost my temper and deleted everything XD
to everyone who is playing the GAME you have just lost oh god im so evil XD
to everyone who isnt playing the GAME you are now playing the game, here are the rules.. hehe im so snide :')
you are now playing the GAME
if you remember the GAME you lose
the timer resets every 30 minutes meaning you can only lose 48 times in one day, awe
if you dont believe that this is legit, google it!
i hope you all have fun lo
Dancing With EyesGlancing over the distanceDancing With Eyes4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
avoiding eye contact
but if in one instance
our eyes interact
we quickly avert them
to stare at a corner
because we're afraid of what swims in 'em
whenever we think of each other.
And so we continue this little game
pretending not to notice
even though we can see the flame
that continues to grow in us
but no we let our eyes dance around
when i glace you look away
and when you glance my eyes cannot be found.
The After life of Desiree and her babyMy computer is being irritating right now so I guess I have to stick with poetry and not drawings.The After life of Desiree and her baby5 months ago in Personal More Like This
As a child sleeps beside her
She watches the moon rise and dreams of her life
to breathe again and to speak
though her tongue now cannot hold a word
Her baby cradled in her arms
a mix of Colors though she was born pale
Her husband who she loved dear
had sent her away
instead of going home to her beloved mother
she dissapeared forever.
She was unwanted she was cursed.
Her husband found a letter
His mother was a slave
he was not white he was mixed
he killed his wife and his only son
he killed Desiree and his only son
Desiree and her baby drowned in the swamp.
And here in the swamp her ghostly figure
stands holding her dead baby