Newest Deviations
root of the rootsometimes i wish it would rain there's something so poetic in rain. standing, my hair in my face; a dramatic expression ---even a cliche is more.root of the root
sitting endless rerun Corona with extra lime music ceaselessly flowing
not wanting you back, no. i consider myself a realist.
i would settle for quitting; or having a breakdown; or sleeping.
the sound of your eyes or vision of your voice -it was a comfort, like a favorite brand of cigarette. i'm so fucking sick of that feeling in my skin whenever i think of you. its not c
by ~avantgarde73
ohmsyesyesyesyesyesyes who are you laughing at now? i fucked myself, i guess. why do you look at me Darl she's gone but not forgotten mistakes relived day by day hour by hour minute by minute second by second yesyesyesyesyesyesohms
by ~avantgarde73
nightit was the coldest spring that year, a year ago now. does it seem so long? that night when we found each other. wandering aimlessly,night
the smoke blowing out of my mouth,
momentary flash, mewithyou. these words ignite if sparked and we burned. burned like a torch in the bed of our youth, passed now, innocence a spark: once here, now gone.
by ~avantgarde73
Sonnet Ising your damned song, rejoice in verse and chorus, do! to me you'll never belong was better, had i never met you!Sonnet I
2 AM, still up writing! mental image of your face can't stop this, conscience biting! my door no more you grace
my dearest muse has left me in heart of hearts once worn! this sad man, bereft. me! is it right, to be so torn?
must you die to live, once, die!? and must i live to die, once,...i?!
by ~avantgarde73
Favourites
I should be fast asleepMy eyes cast out the windowI should be fast asleep
Through the sticky, summer heat The shadows looming through the black I should be fast asleep
The grey clouds cast a mournful veil over the moon. My window lies open to let in the breeze. I try to look away, but my eyes are drawn back, and it is my curiosity, or perhaps my fear, that draws me to look out though the oddly-smelling flyscreen, through which the pleasant scents of the night are filtered into plastic harshness.
The wind plays with the tall trees The darkness with my eyes The night time holds a terror Of foreboding, lurking spies
by ~slowlyslippingaway
Watchers
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Syracuse, NY
- Interests: breaking faces, pwning n00bs, random acts of senseless agression, peace, love, happiness, casual sex
- Favourite movie: fight club, the godfather, donnie darko, magnolia
- Favourite band or musician: between the buried and me, the blood brothers, the strokes, mewithoutyou
- Favourite genre of music: not the same kind as you
- Favourite artist: anyone good
- Favourite poet or writer: e.e. cummings
- Favourite photographer: a good one
- Favourite style of art: photography and poetry
- Operating System: Either.
- MP3 player of choice: OLD SKOOL IPOD.
- Shell of choice: shell? is that important?
- Wallpaper of choice: i don't have wallpaper.
- Skin of choice: your sister's
- Favourite game: BP, flip cups, kings, FF VII
- Favourite gaming platform: whatever is nearby
- Favourite cartoon character: your face, adam west
- Personal Quote: You're not your fucking khakis.
- Tools of the Trade: you're a tool.
- AIM: avantgarde73
AdCast - Ads from the Community
Comments
Site Map
©2010 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
<3
--
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
you've got some really good stuff; i like your style. i especially like "dreams to extinguish the mind".
come check out my gallery!
--
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
Previous PageNext Page