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Don'tDon't make-up my life. Don't pretend you know who I am. Just because you read my work doesn't mean you understand.Don't
Don't analyze my mind. Don't come to your conclusions. I write exactly what I feel; no metaphors or allusions.
Don't say that I'm depressed. Don't think you know what happened. I write my poems from my heart; my release from being captive.
So when I'm dead and gone, should my poems still survive, don't take them and perceive them. Don't twist them into lies.
by ~AcidLadenDreams
I'm Telling YouFor years and years I've conformed to what others wanted me to be. I always spoke, dressed, and showed, what others deemed to be correct.I'm Telling You
All those years I hid my thoughts, I wrote down all I felt. Scratched on paper, sealed in the black notebook, only few knew how I really thought.
But now I'm dressing how I want, saying what I think. Now I'm showing you who I am, what it is that's me.
I'm telling you, flat what I feel, what I think, what I believe. I'm dressing in one color, black, and that is how I want it to be.
But
by ~AcidLadenDreams
p-o-s-e-rPeople are who they are. One personality against the other. So who's the one to classify? Everyone thinks they can. Remeber who you are, not whatp-o-s-e-r
by ~AcidLadenDreams
StainedWho gives a flying fuck about that goddamned stain. No one ever notices, no one ever cares. You're the only one who bitches, about the fucking spot. Leave it alone,Stained
no one will notice, no one else gives a fuck. So when I am sad or when I'm pissed off, you say, "I'm sorry, clean up this stain." I'll clean the stupid stain, that seems to be so important, but then when I am done, you'll just find something else to bitch about.
by ~AcidLadenDreams
Favourites
Crayons.A waxy line flows from the cobalt wand held tightly between chubby fingers, their young owner tense in concentration with her tongue between her teeth. One last stroke, and the piece is complete; the artist inspects it with a critical eye.Crayons.
Dark ringlets cascade down to her waist, (look! rings of smoke from stick chimneys) as her lips part to show small square teeth, (windows, see the people in the windows?) and her dark lashes frame her light blue eyes. (countless “v” birds against the cerulean sky)
The young artist proudly hands to me he
by ~MonochromeBlues
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- Current Residence: Alabama...Texas is home
- Interests: Movies, photography, photoshop, writing
- Favourite movie: Too many to list
- Favourite band or musician: NIN, Evanescence
- Favourite genre of music: all excepet some rap
- Favourite artist: Leonardo DaVinci
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Operating System: windows...damn I need a mac...
- Personal Quote: Timing is everything and There are always exceptions
- Tools of the Trade: my mind
- AIM: BlackAcidDreams2
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Remember when the rock and the roll music was destroying America? Remember when comics destroyed America? Remember when drinking alcohol destroyed America? Remember when lawyers destroyed personal responsibility? Oh, wait, that's now.
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It certainly seams your growing up and away as a DA poet. Enjoy as you Prosperity Darling. . My Dear, Do Enjoy x x x
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"There are always exceptions." - Myself
My photography -----> :iconblackcarrionrose:
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"There are always exceptions." - Myself
My photography -----> :iconblackcarrionrose:
"There are always exceptions."
It contains an absolute.
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"There are always exceptions." - Myself
My photography -----> :iconblackcarrionrose:
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"Life may not be the party we hoped for,
But while we are here, we might as well dance....."
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