

Summer FrustrationSummer rain beats down One thousand tiny circles Petals scattering every which way Too dark for me It seems alive and Not too happy As if the frustration we feel Is played out By the brilliant summer clouds.Summer Frustration
Alone in quiet gray blue rooms And watching through my window The rain is suddenly gone And the clouds say Look, look The sun arrives once more As frustration gives way To a strained silence.


Rumblings: Uneasy DreamsHer hands hovered, waiting, almost impatient in their frozen state. She would always feel that slight tingle in her palms near the end of every project, as her hands longed to hold the object she was creating, but the magic had to solidify from raw energy before she could produce the smooth, mirrored surface of each globe. As she concentrated, the sphere began to form between her waiting hands, small figures dancing and swirling inside it, endlessly, but slowing, slowing and finally fixing into one shape. With a practiced gesture, her left hand came up above the sphere as gold washed through the transparent surface of the globe, and then herRumblings: Uneasy Dreams


StringsI pull my heart out Strand by strand Wishing, wanting Hoping for you Softly twining around my fingers My heart is woven in Every stitch is spoken Every breath is taken Falling out of my head Needles stabbed through my hands I bleed my heart into you I bleed my strings out for you My heart is pulled out Strand by strand.Strings
Devious Comments
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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The goals I hope to achieve on DeviantART:
"Raise the Awareness of Swordmaking as an Art Form"
"To Teach Everybody Swordmaking who wants to learn it"
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Somewhere in the back of my mind there must be something more than dust and bits of crumpled paper.
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You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone.
Knock yourself out, as long as you don't steal anything. X3
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Somewhere in the back of my mind there must be something more than dust and bits of crumpled paper.
To help myself become a better writer, mind if I take a look at your writing, in hopes that I can help develop my style?
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You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone.
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__creative virtuoso//
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__creative virtuoso//
Steve
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www.PearwoodDesigns.com
haha maybe when I get better, probably then I might deserve more recognition xD
Omg it's tohru!
Well, the same tohru from the wishy well, right? n_n'
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MySpace - ADD ME
Congrats, and keep writing, please.
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~Não existem coincidências, só o inevitável.~
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SOMEONE STILL LOVES YOU BORIS YELTSIN!
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"A gun kills many men before it's done, hundreds, long before you shoot the gun: Men in the mines and in the steel mills, men at machines, who died for what? Something to buy - a watch, a shoe, a gun, a thing to make the bosses richer, but a gun claims many men before it's done... Just one more..."
- Czolgosz, Assassins
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I adopted ~djthedj and ~ wanderingjizo through ~daac, and I unofficially adopted ~ Ariga.
I am a ~phoenixproject supporter.
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