| about a special someone |


Fragile HeartI hold a fragile heart in my hand, I stare at it in surprise, Thinking about where I stand, Here beneath the sunrise.Fragile Heart
You say home is with me, Don't you see? My home is with you, You help me through.
My heart belongs to you, Do with it what you will, It doesn't matter what you do, I'll be yours forever still.
My heart was black, But you brought it back, Into the light, And gave me a reason to fight.
What happens when a fragile heart meets a black one? Let's find out, I hope it's fun, I hope we scream an


Deal With the DevilI made a deal with the devil, To grant me happiness in this moment, And you make it all worth while, Although I'll suffer eternal torment.Deal With the Devil
I signed my name in blood, As he just smiled, He asked me if I understood, As if I was a little child.
I told him that I did, And I would keep my end of the bargain, Into his suitcase the paper he slid, And said I'll be seeing you again.
He put a cigarette in his mouth, As he walked away, My soul is heading south, And there it will stay.
I sold my soul that hot summer night, Tha


Smoker's WorldWanting; Needing, That next puff, Bringing cancer into my lungs, Organs rotting one by one.Smoker's World
Exhale toxins into the air, Cough up blood, Want to stop, Need to keep going.
Smoke hazed eyes, Yellow smile, Breath like the winds of Hell, Hole in throat.
This is a smoker's world, Addiction; It relaxes me, Pain; It makes me feel good, Early death; Can't live a day without one.
So here kids, Take a puff; You know you want to, Pass it around; Don't you look cool, Inhale deeply; Feel it enter your lungs. &n


EVERYTHINGEverything has changed Because of you. Now, I know Why my heart protestsEVERYTHING
Why I get jealous so much Why I keep on asking God when will I see you... Because I love you And I need you... You captured not only my heart But also my soul.


Over youI didn't lied to you when I've said I'm different from the other girls. I really love with much more intensity, and I need to be close all the time. I like to scream my love with my eyes, my hands, my mouth, my body. And I promise, you will never find anyone who loves you more than I do. Not even close. I'll always be the one that I've felt that loved you more.Over you
But when you came to me and said ''This is it. We are over.'' Don't expect many tears for me. I will tell you ''please don't go, I cannot be without you'' And I will give you one chance or two to come back to my arms. But if you do
Kyuubi Anthro| Well I'm 20. I'm 5'10" about 130 lbs. I have dark brown hair and freaky hazel green eyes. I started writing poems when I was trying to write a story and instead i got the first poem i put on this site. so I kept on going and put more on here to be able ask my friends what they think of them. Now i have people watching me and complimenting my poems almost all the time...thank you deviantart for helping me get my poems out there and thank you to all of you who watch me and fave my poetry! |
You have nice poems here.. Lovely.
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"One of the most important and
most difficult thing for a powerful
mind is to be the its own master.
A pond may lie quiet in a plain,
but a lake wants mountains to
encompass and hold it in."
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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~I mean that with all sincerity.
~I hated Edward Cullen before he went vamp.
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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A subject for a great poet would be God\'s boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzche
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzche
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