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~SeraAmadis
quacks like a duckNewest
DipsomaniacI know I am the viral blight; and the reason for your medicines, Your overdose on toxic gins -Dipsomaniac
the poison to your system
And to hold me turns you dreadful And to touch me turns you terrible And to see me drives you wholly mad And to love me makes you horrible
But my eyes are not your eyes; and my blood is only half your blood, And my breath is not your equity -
yet I think you are the damaged one
And I’ll pretend I understand; since I know so well I am your sin A past transgression walking -
the vile affliction you must punis
by ~SeraAmadis
ObsessionWrestling the beauty away from the beast, these millions of pages of language; and falling and flattening from sweetness to darkness and diminishing the darkness to griefObsession
This writhing mass of gem-crusted enchantress: letters and fonts, and bright-colored words trapped in the scales of this belligerent agent: this is the morphology of the obsessed
by ~SeraAmadis
An unfortunate breedImagine, you are growing up: the mud in your hands, the sum of your dreams; your blood and sores, the food of the dogs, And heaven knows your feet are mired, your back broken -An unfortunate breed
And I, the lofty usurper, And you, the crippled Atlas of my barbaric weakness…
Imagine, you are yourself: your dirty fingers, the hands of a god; your rotted-tooth smile, the treasures of kings, And heaven knows your bones are made of glass, your flesh of clay - And I, the hopeless wretch, And we, the griping children of a more fortunate breed…
by ~SeraAmadis
Relaxin'by ~SeraAmadis
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ZealDevious Info
- Current Residence: Neither here nor there but somewhere in between
- Interests: Music, birds, horses, writing, photography, far away places, dancing
- Favourite movie: Reply hazy, try again
- Favourite band or musician: Evanescence, Within Temptation, Imogen Heap, Enya, Regina Spektor, Radiohead, Chopin, Rachmaninoff
- Favourite genre of music: Yes
- Favourite artist: Anyone who accurately depicts certain feelings on the page via skillful rendition of images
- Favourite poet or writer: E.A. Poe, Emily Dickinson, JRR Tolkien, E.E. Cummings, Neil Gaiman, CS Lewis
- Favourite style of art: To fly so high that I may drown me in you
- Favourite cartoon character: Gir = <3
- Personal Quote: As you are now, so I once was; as I am now, you soon will be
- Tools of the Trade: Whatever medium through which art speaks.
- Email: ask
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"I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" ~Patrick Henry
The silence is too damn loud
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"Don't abandon me
Don't forget me
And for the love of God
Don't leave me alone"
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~*"We all get hurt by love, and we all have a cross to bear, but in the name of understanding, now, our problems should be shared: Confide in me"*~
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Where are you my love? It's added one more day, my heart cries of nostalgic, of loneliness. Love can be knocking at your door and you don't let it in, let it in and you will realize if it is love, real love.
Nightmares Industries - Makin reality better.
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Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
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Where are you my love? It's added one more day, my heart cries of nostalgic, of loneliness. Love can be knocking at your door and you don't let it in, let it in and you will realize if it is love, real love.
Nightmares Industries - Makin reality better.
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DID YOU KNOW in 1960 7 year old boy named roger woodward miraculously survived being swept down over one of the worlds most powerful waterfalls, niagara falls.he was wearing a life vest and was rescued from the plunge pool by tour boats
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~*As a child i should feel like a child. But never have i felt such a way. That is, untill you came along*~
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Our everlasting truth
Dies in a blink of an eye
So say goodbye
-- ShamRain
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A little peice of paper with a picture drawn
floats down the street 'till the wind is gone.
And the memory now is like the picture was then;
when the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again.
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