...... I don't really think there is room in my heart for love anymore....


Stop StrugglingTell me again, of all your fears Cry on my shoulder, I'm always here Had another one of those days? Everything wrong in a brand new way? Tell me, child, and I'll make you smile Fell better than you have in a while I can take it all away And you'll save your tears for another day I can be all that you need I know you're trapped, but I am the key I will be your razor of hope Around your throat, I am your rope Hold me tight and open your veins And smile for me as your pain fades In your left, I am your gun In you right, I am you rum Numb yourself to mStop Struggling


He Has NothingHave you seen a man who's lost it all? Look at me See a man who has nothing And tell me what is left to seeHe Has Nothing
See a man crouched in a shell Crying in a corner of love Which has been left empty Due to the will of He above
Can you see the purpose Behind these watery brown eyes? Would you even bother to search Or give up with a simple sigh?
Shattered remnants of a healthy host Lie around this broken man Serving as a sole reminder Of everything that he had been
Pacing a path through memories Dredged up solely for punishm


Beautiful Gorgeous CuteGazing at this picture of you Wandering through my memories With a smile on my face Untouched by this cold winter breezeBeautiful Gorgeous Cute
I'm untouchable now, save by you And your incredible beauty Of which no words could encompass Save the one created by me
To describe the dimple Which takes a second glance to see And the bottom of your wrist Where your skin lightens gracefully
Including the palm of your hand And the warmth it leaves on my chest Even your half-closed eyes When you desperately need to rest
Especially your infectious smil


The HunterWhere is that doe from long past memories of my fragile winterscape?The Hunter
Long gone has she been and the path once travelled lays hidden beneath snow.
The window has collected dust and film in layers from my lack of looking.
Where is that doe that used to stare back with eyes so penetrating?
My emotions are cluttered with none to stare through and help me make sense.
The first rays of spring shine down on me as the snow melts.
And with it goes my hope of one day catching a glance of track


HomeHomeHome
Is not a house, Is not a place, Not a building, Not a face.
Home Is not a town, Not a street Not the same place
To rest my feet.
Home
Is not a state, Not a land, Not anything I could put in hand. . .
Those rolling hills I miss so much, But call that home, I couldn’t do such
Green , long snakegrass
T’was taller than me But give it the time It set me free,
Home
Is not a place, But I find it here, In your smiling embrace.


January 7 2003I'm stumbling On what was once a clear path I'm blinded by what I thought Was the direction to follow The way to my dreams The rejoice of my heart The fate of my life.January 7 2003
I am not okay.
It's so hard to hang on When all you're given
Is a little hope And a lot of time When all you see is That the journey you are taking Is going down hill
I have lost my way
When I see the golden sun And it lights my way I know that it is true The way I've made my detour Is on the path that takes me Miles away fro


On a DreamO unconscious splendour and fiery thought, Burning tongues of passion eagerly sought, Bring me sweet Elysian through Morphean eyes, and play to me Apollo in Auroran skies. Lift me up on Phoenix wings, And carry me to where glorius Peris sings. Where Mulciber sits on his throne of fire, And in antiquity Venus brings each their desire. Where dryads in the darkling dance, And willingly we give into Syrens trance. Where serindipity rules the ingle fires And Seraph's play on gold stringed lyres. Wake me not from my blissful dreams, but leave me here beside viewless streaOn a Dream
Lynx D.
"life is likened unto a whisper, but trith is an everlasting tree..."
Lynx D.
"life is likened unto a whisper, but trith is an everlasting tree..."
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
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