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All The Insanity Thereafter
Newest Deviations
Dare I Call It De Profundis?My love,Dare I Call It De Profundis?
These past months have been so much to me, so much more than I had hoped for. I wished to run from life, but instead I found it.
I had been numb, pale; a tarnished silver ring ashamed of its mediocrity as it looked upon the dazzling glass beads in the jewellery box, thinking them diamonds all. They certainly had seemed so, for what but a diamond could gleam so proudly?
But there you were, seated quietly in my heart as I skittered about the superfluities of my guinea-pig existence, living only to be their experiment, their pet, their plaything. I was unaware of your glowing presence inside me, of
by ~Alone-And-Strong
The Birdcage"The Birdcage"The Birdcage
My cage has many rooms
The roof, looming over my
Eggshell-fragile skull
For my protection
Conceals the hopeful glimmer of stars
Threatens to come crashing down.
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Let me go
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A blinded songbird sings on in fear
In his eternal night.
This blinded songbird sings on, in fear.
His whole heart choking on its lifeblood
Burning to a cinder its own broken beauty
And not a single ear percieves the melody.
And not a single ear &n
by ~Alone-And-Strong
Thou Shalt Not KillFather forgive me, for I have sinned.Thou Shalt Not Kill
Viridescent, it shone through my filmy
Tear-plagued haze
So beautiful, and
I hated it with a mad and
Murderous hand.
I crushed the tiny, fragile thing
Fragile as a fluttering wing
As Love unknown
As Grief untold
Fragile as "almost"
Fragile as "maybe"
Fragile, even,
As the heartrending "please don't".
I rent it thrice, little bones
Begat of trees long dead
Shattered 'neath my evil grasp. &nb
by ~Alone-And-Strong
The Dew On the GrassIt was raining today, and bitter cold.The Dew On the Grass
I am soaked to the bone,
My white flesh cold,
As though I were Death's daughter.
How strange I should feel warm!
You sit quietly in my thoughts,
Your powerful, poignant silence
Consuming the whole world.
Your words pumping in my heart,
Flowing through my blood
I am alive, and suddenly
The dew on the grass is beautiful.
by ~Alone-And-Strong
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- Current Residence: Your mind...
- Interests: Freedom, Beauty, Truth, and above all Love.
- Favourite movie: Wilde, Quills, But I'm A Cheerleader, Lost And Delirious
- Favourite band or musician: Kansas, ACDC, Flogging Molly, Metallica, Creed
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Opera, Showtunes...
- Favourite artist: Anyone who makes at least a token contribution to the overall beauty of the World
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allen Poe, George Bernard Shaw, Pablo Neruda, Stephen King
- Favourite style of art: Artistic nude
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Lickable...I just adore schnozzberries
- Skin of choice: Human skin. Nothing artificially created can ever rival the beauty that Nature herself has wrought
- Favourite game: Hide and Seek...I always win
- Favourite cartoon character: Harley Quinn, Jessica Rabbit
- Personal Quote: "The poet can survive anything but a misprint." Oscar Wilde
- Tools of the Trade: A keyboard and you can't even imagine how much caffiene
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| "Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch - it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you." - From Valerie's Letter, V for Vendetta |
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