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To A World So Much Easier.Smell the roses and taste the wind and feel the grass and let the air sing. I don't claim to be overwhelmed, but ever since I learned to see this place has become an extent of hell. Just let it be simple again and sweet and a blessing to be a kin to you. And not a struggle not a conflict to take in another breath to have to walk another inch. Waking up gives new meaning to the things I'm learning and the things that I'm startingTo A World So Much Easier.
to believe. And surrounding me is something wild but I've kept walking s
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birds bones.Fear me; children listen, soft minds and softer hearts. Gentle chords singing in my bones, lifting me higher, close now, sleep now. Fear me; velvet memories and sandpaper dreams and eyes to see and understand to bring the emptiness new quiet. Fall asleep, fall asleep easier, spinning and broken and running from you, where the sun burnsbirds bones.
my lips. Silence is heavy, where the air is light hold me, and
leave tonight. Tell my mind this is all, and still those fingertips explore my neck,
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singsongdeadbeat.Don't live by anyone's rules, but your own, You shouldn't wear the clothes if you don't know how to sew. I'll be damned if you get to breathe Before you've had time to feel the wind blow. on your arms, and on your legs, through your nose-- into your head. Sing me seasons of Summer Serenade, like rough dried tounges and no lemonade. Dance to smile, smile to cry; calm, and tears, and Ocean tide and hot stale lips like jacket hide. When sweet was cement, and love was weakness, we were all free in our Summer Dresses. Bring me the wind in your eyes in ysingsongdeadbeat.
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seasonless skin.Winter shivers, you look so cold and in my eyes You are. Beating blood in weak vessels in lonely hearts, echoing such sweet music. Rose petals and thin skin and oceans of ember and eyes that burn, smooth veins, flat pulled to silence from empty noise in an empty house of fingertips brushed on these cheeks And sick lips Can’t kiss. Corners of rooms and ceaseless quiet or empty eyes Run out of time.seasonless skin.
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- Current Residence: Floridaaa :]
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Err, small?
- Interests: Give me a bowl and a pencil, and I'll scratch down a masterpiece.
- Favourite movie: Casper. :D
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, The Cure, Interpol, The Killers, Modest Mouse, Whitest Boy Alive, The Bloc,Death Cab For Cutie
- Favourite genre of music: Anything English rock ish.
- Favourite artist: Dunno.
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Dickinson.
- Favourite photographer: Don't really know much about photography.
- Favourite style of art: I love writing, I really do, but.. oil paintings are wonderful too.
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod I suppose.
- Shell of choice: A whatt?
- Favourite game: Guitar Hero 3,4, and Rockband 1&2.
- Favourite gaming platform: PS3. :]
- Favourite cartoon character: Mmmm... Timmy Turner XD
- Personal Quote: I don't really have one. :/
- Tools of the Trade: Haha, my brain, bitches.
- Email: idance0nhooves@yahoo.com
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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isnt. And contrary-wise; what it is, it wouldnt be, and what it wouldnt be, it would. You see?
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