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Untitled Sonnet by sleepymoogle, literature

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Untitled Sonnet

In days long ago, ancient past, Were those who I wish to be, They who with strong arm and line cast, Fished the open torid sea. And one year as they fished, Did come a man who had not been, He called for them to follow if they wished, And he would make them fishers of men. He who is eternal, Gave to us his son, To save us from the infernal, Devilish unholy one. Through his sacrafice we know, In the end to heaven we will go.

Sand Castle by sleepymoogle, literature

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Sand Castle

In my fantasies i'm not lonely and my father is a hero. In reality I play only with me and my father is a zero. In my fantasies my mother loves me and alays holds me close. In reality no one cares for me and my only friends are these ghosts. And I don't want to be like my family, caring for no one else. And I don't want to be their perfect proginy, i'll be me and no one else. How I wish fantasy was reality, instead of this constant misery. Surrounding myself with sand walls to fend off this hypocracy.

Fallen by sleepymoogle, literature

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Fallen

Woke up two a.m. I can't sleep, insomnias setting in. It's hard to say everythings alright when we just had another fight. I think we've fallen again. Will we ever make it to heaven? Or are we falling again? I just want to make it alright, I'm tired of these lonely nights. Turn on the t.v. rock song asking me to sing along. Loud noises reminding me of our screaming and shouting wars. I know i'm partially to blame but I can't let you say it's all my fault. Why can't we see things eye to eye? Instead of sleeping in different rooms at night. My darling, my love I just want to hold you close. But I think we've fallen again. Yet if y

Lonely by sleepymoogle, literature

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Lonely

I've never felt so alone as I do in these crowded halls. No one seems to feel my breath, no one hears my call. Even in my classes I sit all by myself, My desk is an island unto it's lonesome self. But even though i'm an outcast, no one will come near. I preffer this place to home, a house of pain and fear. School didn't teach me the lessons learnt at home. About how to hide the pain and never dodge the blows. I wish I could be free, living out on my own. Cause i've never felt so lonely as I do at home.

Smoke and Mirriors by sleepymoogle, literature

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Smoke and Mirriors

It's just smoke & mirrors in my life, Someday someone will make me their trophy wife. I strive to sucede, fight to make straight A's. All in a vain struggle to avoid the pain. But it's never enough, when I get home. He still beats me, a tyrant on his petty throne. Yet I, cover the bruises, hide the scars. I will sucede, I will go far. If only so I can escape this sickening fate. But smoke & mirrors cloud the way, I pray i'll make it to a brighter day.

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Dreamscape by sleepymoogle, literature

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Dreamscape

The star lit night, desert sands gleaming bright, I will follow the light to the dawn. Another scene awakes and from it i take, a rake for the leaves of my mind. Leave it all behind, drop it all and find. The dreamscape is all and nothing, shadows shifting in the light. Open up your mind, in the possibilities find. A truth unlike anything ever told, from ages of old, New things arose and lifes sweet pain fades away. Still i wander on, in this game like someone's pawn. For my mind cannot believe, the truths hidden in insanity. Dreamscape twisted by it all.

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Ink on a page by sleepymoogle, literature

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Ink on a page

Why do you write, huddled over your paper all night? Is it for the hope of fortune & fame? Or do you just want the world to know of your pain? Tears fall down your face splattering on paper. A new ink to express the hurt in your life. Shivering cold emotions draining away. Filling the pages with words crumpled anguish will you ever be heard? Scribbling faster, footsteps comeing up the stairs, heading for disaster. Door bursting open, try to hide the fear, the tears. Drunken fist hits, where lips were meant to kiss. Blood splatters a fresh ink on the page, silent your rage. Been here before, lying on the floor, gasping in pain. The

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United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Dothan, Alabama
Favourite genre of music: Anything and everything but gospel, punk and bad country music.
Shell of choice: Conch
Skin of choice: Well i'd say my own :)
Favourite cartoon character: Ed off of Cowboy Bebop
Personal Quote: z z z Z Z Z z z z

Favourite Movies

Cowboy Bebop

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Three Days Grace makes me happy

Favourite Gaming Platform

Computer

Other Interests

Chess, Books, Writing, Drawing, Gameing

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sleepymoogle

Mar 15, 2008

So it's been awhile.

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Yea I worked pretty hard on my poems then lost the fire for awhile. I've been thinking and looking and quite frankly the poetry market just isn't a good thing for me to try and make a living off of. So I decided i'll be submitting all my works here and use my other energies to work on a fantasy trilogy. Large Project that but if I can keep my head straight you might see a book of mine on the shelves someday who knows : /

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sleepymoogle

Dec 23, 2007

Geh....

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Oh the frustration, yea I must say this is a very difficult path im chooseing to walk. Tip: Going for a poetry book = hard. I just rescently started digging up publishing information and yea its a steep cliff to cimb not too mention Im wondering if there is even a venue for my modicum of art. Oh well keep on truckin little writer keep on trucker. Side note I'm also working on putting together a fantasy book and if I can hook up with an old friend of mine im going to see if she wants to co-work with me on a manga. Oh the mass of writeing im loading on my platter. In other news I have a few more non-book poems almost ready to put up for you my

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sleepymoogle

Nov 5, 2007

So....

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So, I finally kicked myself into gear and im actually *gasp* actively attempting to put together enough poems to place into a book for publishing. *gulp* Yea been digging around for info and so far realised its alotta work but i got the drive i -think-. So i said what the hey and started formatting it. I'll try and post a few off side poems now and then but the large chunk of my creativity is going into this project cause it could change my life literally.