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Dive Right InYou're a lovesick story written all over my heart, and I'm the one whose lonely Until you chose me at the start. So racing was a game we played to win to lose the day, and in your hands I slid my fingers paper folded between the small wrinkles. Creasing it close against your palm a letter to heaven that pitter-patter-sound inside your sternum. Two boxes on question like highschool you see? Do you like me check yes, no, but there is no maybe. I made it quite clear in the simplest of actions I'd fallen for you boy heartDive Right In
by =akaCRASH
GrudgeSilent is the memory it's burden on my tongue like hot ash raining over pompei. Anger vivid in it's color of red as it seethes beneath the surface skin crawling crawling with the maggots of time and suspense. Like little weeds in a big big breeze they bend they bend but break, nay just free. The trees beside them our willpower being the strength bends and breaks much easier than envy and anger springing springing forth in frank. And the ash that burns red upon white crimson in the very darkest of nights &nbGrudge
by =akaCRASH
Oh ValorYou tasted like memories strewn across my broken floor with secrets and wallflowers hanging in my door. I asked the questions long since lost sharing the world between you and i us lost. I felt like rivers pulling my feet in the touch of soft earth beneath my skin, discreet. I lasted maybe minutes in the soul-flay you had stung with gasps upon my ragged breath you, you had won. I dug my nails into your skin and stained you with my scent as in the moment you bent over and took me, my lament. I felt like heaven in the burn ofOh Valor
by =akaCRASH
Never EndIt took you minutes to break my heart and in just an hour fix it from the start. You spoke of things in memory and reminded me of the imortant i was to you. I am. To you. I relish in the very thought that things might once again be fixed and not wrung out like broken tattered rags in a summer night the wind whistling through them with their gentle swaying motions singing songs of lonliness in just a silent notion. And I stop. The air is cold upon my skin but your laugh warms me up within you always were so different there &nNever End
by =akaCRASH
Past TenseLacking common mutuals My fingers tack on keyboard thrones. Indents made for just these tips their rivets and spirals left in invisible tracks. I can't remember the moments I shared Where reality blurred with imaginary stares. I do remember however the sound of the piano lulling soft tunes to my ears as my body felt old older beyond years. I tasted your bitter wine upon the tip of my tongue with the songs of our time long long gone. Shuddering in my sudden moment of memorial reminiscing sadness and testimonial. I catch salt waterPast Tense
by =akaCRASH
Tick Tock TickLike repeat repeat tick tock tick my fingers heart mind flutter stutter stick. I've had enough invalid reason to fight for stuff that will not work sick and sick and sick of trying to fight for it. So taking one last step on forward forward to the rim my fingers curl about the strings and snip snip snip the rest of them. Now hard as stone and rigid walls they were once down will never again fall. Like a fool flighted moth flit in the candle fire burns the best of us and even causes time to stick stopping from moving forwardTick Tock Tick
by =akaCRASH
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I'm 22 years old, I have been a part of deviantArt for approximately 6 years (my old account was made back in '02/'03  ). I love the community, and try to be active, but for the most part, am a behind the scenes kind of person here on dA. |
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- Current Residence: Michigan, by the LEFT side of the mitt suckas
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
- Interests: Drawing, music, chatting, writing, etc..
- Favourite movie: Across The Universe
- Favourite band or musician: Slipknot, Rise Against, MSI, Dir En Grey, Abbington, and so on
- Favourite genre of music: Anything but rap/country
- Favourite artist: Probably Pollock, or Andy Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: eh
- Favourite photographer: eehh
- Favourite style of art: Traditional
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- Favourite game: CoD:WaW
- Favourite gaming platform: Action, adventure, FPS
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