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Post by 2standalone on Jun 26, 2008 11:54:31 GMT -5
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 4, 2008 13:30:05 GMT -5
Ever watchful, Waiting for That mistake We are all Bound to make... Spread your Butterfly Wings And take flight... Flea reality And hide in Your fairy tales But there Really is no escape We are all caught In the silver Spun webs we make... Next Picture- Dark Forest by mlappas @ DeviantArt
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 5, 2008 12:22:30 GMT -5
Paintbrush strokes against pale flesh.. Soft hands guide autumn leaves into skin and veins.. Subtle greens fade to orange and browns. As you shift soft contours into lakes and streams my body trembles with each quick dab. Next Pic: blue guitar by ~mysticblu3 mysticblu3.deviantart.com/art/blue-guitar-18537241
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 5, 2008 15:16:50 GMT -5
She gently Strokes those Strings All the while Remembering Pale moonlight Nights spent By the Sea... -Next Picture Writing the Fairytale by Otherra @ DeviantArt
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 11, 2008 10:23:35 GMT -5
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Sept 9, 2008 12:30:12 GMT -5
A bruised heart Buried deep Beneath the Exterior of Muscles and Thick skin... Try to act tough Try to be tough Just to forget The pain... It's Ok to let go To unleash yourself From a lifetime Of Broken promises And Unwanted tears... Next picture- Full Moon in the Midnight Fore by vladstudio@DeviantArt
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Jun 9, 2009 14:11:04 GMT -5
Darkness illuminated by a bright little candle in the centre of a steely blue sky. Clouds swirl - water to plughole, sucked away by the tunnelling light. I wonder what there'll be, when she sucks the night away. Trees blink at you, staring at your shadow, stiff, curling hair flexing in the wind. Many limbs tensing. Everything watches when you walk beneath a full moon sky. Everything stalks your steps. Next picture:
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Post by TheLonelyForsaken2 on Jun 20, 2010 20:15:39 GMT -5
Softness Open on misty spring morn Pink’s perfection Softest hue Whispers Reflected in dew Rosy scent Caresses my senses Pleasure sublime Shivers my spine So soft Even light Softens Before caressing Soft petal perfection Softness so perfect I wish to caress it Lounge in it Immerse myself Such soft perfection I dare not disturb Next picture:
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Post by Crucifying_Aphrodite on Dec 18, 2010 8:14:01 GMT -5
Listen, Sense... The shushing water over rock, A voice that speaks to the wind. Feel, Sense... The hushing wind spiraling through the leaves, A whisper that sighs a reply from the trees. See, Sense... A strange figure standing in quiet awe, Her wings a gentle flutter from the breeze, A beautiful stranger that senses- That the dwelling she has found.....breathes. Next pic: Uploaded with ImageShack.usimg337.imageshack.us/img337/6931/bluefantasywallpaper256.jpg
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Feb 16, 2011 20:27:12 GMT -5
Lone Wolf In the deep of night When serenity is pure Emptiness speaks out A lonely cry is heard Under starlight serenade I am inspired to sing Emotion flowing as voice While remembering Of those with whom I have shared But are no longer here or near And of paths left unexplored Offers given to fear On this night I cry of grief Hear my loneliness run deep For all I’ve known - I have lost Memories are all I keep So I sing long and I sing loud On nights that should be shared They are all right here with me When I am alone and scared For it is the stars that remind me My loved ones number too few And it is under heaven’s host I remember my ghosts Next picture (by Boris Vallejo); click for larger view
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Post by brokenwingedangel on Apr 27, 2011 9:13:22 GMT -5
moving numb through surreal forest the hell's fires couldn't hold me sweet escape i'm moving towards life each step a bit of flesh and blood will return to my bones I walk through the valley of the dead hoping to return to the world of the living img691.imageshack.us/i/lonelygirlu.jpg/
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 18, 2012 0:56:34 GMT -5
Alone she stands no friends to hear her cries of the loneliness she feels inside How could one so young be so alone How can they pass her by in the long hall and not see her standing there All she wanted was a friend someone to talk with and understand but she has become invisible to all in the long hall img404.imageshack.us/img404/9569/diviabyliiga1.jpg
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 25, 2012 20:36:25 GMT -5
She moves softly as a breeze. Fierce as raging storm and sweet as breath. You�ll find her on the grass languid and flowing as time. In the tress she speaks my name. On the wing she lives. She fuels the fire and powers the sea. She shapes the world and moves the sands of time. My love sings the sky and dances on waves. She is my breath. She is the wind.
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