

Spider Tetheredspider tethered in the heather weathers storm, and foe of feather, garden's hose, and wind that blows, though knows no sulk when silk he throws. clever weaver spin with fever, reave what writhes in your receiver. make your meal from moth you steal, and feast, my friend 'til full you feelSpider Tethered


Something in CommonThe way you were so guarded Withdrawn and withheld Like hiding inside a fortress of friends Peering from behind your warming drink The way you seemed so lost Searching...but searched-for Like an exercise in needless caution Camouflaged, waiting in vain to be rescued The way you were so tornSomething in Common
To play?...or play-it-safe? Like stealing with permission Yet still somehow feeling wrong The way you shrank in anticipation Requesting...but recoiling Like a flash flood over too-dry soil Quenching rain denied by dust
Wait...
Or was that me


One-Winged AngelI\'m searching for something An angel with one wing Fanning herself as she floats to the earth \'Cos something is missing... Far more than just kissing... Infuse me with life and love, hope and rebirthOne-Winged Angel
I\'m searching for someone Beyond just a loved one Gasping for air in the rare atmosphere If heaven could lend her... If God would just send her... I\'d give all I have if she\'d only come near
I\'m searching for grace As she drifts to this place No longer celestial, but stellar to me And though she would deny it... Tell me to be quiet.
we ROCK!
pssst..... u write poetry?
i found it cathartic as a way to get the thoughts out visually as well as sort through them on paper.
why do u write them?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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"every child is an artist. the problem is how to remain an artist as s/he grows up." -picasso
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You
Steve-O-mac:
Serial Killer Sence 1985
Part of the ~i-love-deftones club
...and silence contagious in moments like these...
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