Unhealed wounds bleed endlessly,
they flows unblocked, relentlessly,
like a river of pain from me.
Down my face with utter grief,
falling forever with no relief,
like tears of mourning... disbelief.
I'm cover in blood head to toe,
but by looks, you'd never know,
as I do my best to hide it so.
Attempts I made to show and share,
were cast aside without a care,
as if they were never there,
No confidant to reveal my wounds concealed
Bleeding, I slowly limp.
Alone, I slowly heal.
lost, confused, and lonely...
longing to be held.
but how can arms hold,
what slips though my fingers
hurting - mind and body...
weary of daily pain.
how can I go on,
when there is no where to go?
trapped & tainted by freedom...
ideas surge unreleased.
what good are dreams,
with out hope of reality?
desperate... just desperate...
fantasies of faceless lovers,
(what do looks matter anyway?)
who give me pleasure,
(to counter pain)
(how I'd love to be understood)
they are a perfect place,
to escape to,
to hide in,
too bad they don't exist.
No escape for me.
No relief for
As the Dragon
Hits the Ground...
A dragon falls to the ground,
Thunder is heard all around,
All men quiver at the sound,
As the dragon hits the ground.
Lightning thrashes in the air,
Terror rushes everywhere,
From the dragon's aweful stair,
As he crashes through the air.
There's no place to run or hide,
Fear will freeze you from inside,
The dragon's jaws, gaping wide,
Are the only place to hide.
Echos of a dragon's roar,
Are heard while reaching the floor,
Firey breath still does soar,
With the dragon's mighty roar.
From his impact comes a quake,
That makes all the Earth to shake,
While the dragon
I am one,
I am half.
I am two,
I am one.
For me there are no more,
but there can be less.
Broken I limp invisibly,
On two I stand tall.
I am not a leg,
I stand taller,
and hurt more when cut in 2,
I can mend to 1 when 2,
but quickly die when half.
I can see through you,
but no more than you show me.
I can be yours,
but olny if you are mine.
I come in many shades,
Once had many name,
but now have only 1.
I am one.
Gossiping about myself,
Saying the things I want you to know,
Conceeling the things I want to forget.
I am not a knight, not just yet,
Far from here i must reach and grow.
Do you beieve me, or do you see through me?
I want to be true to you,
but I don't know how to.
Who I am is what I wish to share
For I have no one to share it with.
So fustrating to be treated so poorly,
Not to be be seen for what you are,
and to deal with those with no manors.
I don't want you to be one of them,
So I lie...
I creat an illusion of what I wsih to be,
So I gossip to you about myself,
and hope you wil
Your words do haunt me.
Not of shock
I read eagerly,
as if locked
and without a key.
Odd, but all to true.
Intrigued, I pursue.
Through poems you do,
I start to know you.
At times word for word,
so many similarities.
...thus you haunt me.
We strole along, under moon light,
both hand-in-hand, and heart-to-heart
Side by side with simple delight,
hoping never to have to part.
I hold you close with all my might,
knowing you are my counterpart.
By the moon, so lovely and bright,
I see you as a work of art.
You are such a beautiful sight.
My eyes focus, and cannot dart.
You have left me breathless tonight,
though I had felt so from the start.
I kiss your hand, just like a knight,
Realizing we won't stray apart.
We fall in love ...by the moon light!
I am a dragon with more than a billion heads.
They spawn a die constantly,
but this is natural for me dragon.
They can seem severed,
but are certainly united... part of me.
Ironically, their neck are so long,
few heads realize they are connected.
In fact the head frequently fight,
breathing fire and shooting quills at one another.
They often group themselves,
and try to act as a larger head,
but again, often do not see me, the dragon.
Those that do see me,
know that they are connected,
in some way,
to all of my other heads.
Those that do not see me,
believe they are a dragon in themselves.
This is why the fight so often and
They don't even list that info any more. That's close to the last time. This time I'm just logging in as I change the passwords on my accounts. Basically I set a Reminder (iOS/macOS) to go off every other day to remind me to change my password. I usually do a 2-4 at a time, so that can be a weeks worth in one shot. I did critical accounts first… hence why I'm doing this one now: not critical, but I still want control over this account.
Who knows… maybe someone will reply to this one. :P
Ya, probably not.
See you guys over at Pikton's place: http://blackbox4windows.com/
Or with crae and Doreen: http://teknidermy.com/
I've been revamping the security of my accounts and claiming back old ones. I wasn't sure what to do with this one. I don't like the directions that this site has taken. I don't trust a DevArt with Jark not at the helm.
For those who stumbled upon this page that don't know me, let me explain who I am... or who I was.
When skinning was "in", lots of sites and apps sprung up and faded away. I wanted to support them, but not being able to code much, I did the only thing I could: write news articles. I wrote hundreds of them, focusing on free skinnable apps. Several sites made me an admin because of my contributions, including DeskMod. I
I don't know how many have clicked that lil link for my "[Website]" http://cuttheredwire.modblog.com , but that's where my updates have been. It's just a lil too hard to keep up with more than one blog. Anyway, I've got a monthly status report up there. It's got how I am and the answer to the age old question: "How are you?" >:}
Hi there! Sorry to bother you, but you're one of my watchers and I wanted to give you a heads up that I'm leaving DeviantART completely. I had switched accounts a year ago, so I wasn't using this one anymore. If you'd like to continue keeping up with my work, you can check out the links below. If not, that's okay too. Thank you for your support up to this point, it means a great deal to me!