lateHe came home late that night. It was cold, over cast, and raining. It wasn’t the down pouring kind of rain, but the annoying kind, the kind that would just mist and leave the roads with a thin layer of moisture which would make them appear abysmal in the deep carryon of the night. The moon was hidden behind yellowish-gray smoky clouds. The only visible light was radiating from his porch. He got out of his car and walked towards it. Reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket he took out a pack of cigarettes, and took one out. He felt slightly bad about smoking at that moment because he had kept telling himself that he would quit. But deep ilate
We All EndWe all end where be begin, At the beginning of the end. The carnal sins of our lives past, Repeated time and time again, All waft away, and down were sent, To live our lives, and then lament.We All End
The fading coals of our lives' fire, Smoke and hiss and glow. Then fade and fade with time, As the ashes float ever higher. As a gray river, ashes flow, Abruptly as water off a cliff, earth bound we go.
Of us, life starts up once more, But not in the same shape. No matter what we will begin as, Or if we’ll stay in tales of lore,
talksTranquility encircles me. I sit here and look over the sea of words that flow from your lips.talks
Tingling sensations rivet up and down my body. A warm feeling fills me from my toes, to finger tips.
I simply sit and listen. I simply smile and nod.
Your eyes, with light, they glisten. I know that this can't be a facade.
With time, silence befalls us. We both just sit and stare. Tranquility is in the air.
~ssv07 07.09.04
-dinner-We're sitting here, the two of us. With some red wine,-dinner-
between of us. And bread and tea, in front of us. With people all, around us.
Conversation is between us, as we wait for food to come. And warm content will settle down, before the evening is all done.
Here, in the comfort of our table, we share things never said before. We hope that we'll converse like this, some more, and mabe even more.
The food has now arrived, and served to us. Its tender on our lips, and soft and gentle as a kiss.
The m
dunno
As you see what upsets me the most is the lack of real intereaction between the artist (whoever's turn is it) and those who appreciate their work. I get many views and downloads on my latest pieces, yet very few comments. What I need is feedback - I want you to add to my writing with your comments. Show me you're an individual capable of more than deviant art is trying to limit us to, and we can get along good. The reason I'm saying this to you is that I'm in your watchlist, so I'm assuming you're one of the views and/or downloads. So how about that feedback? If you don't actually read what i write, you can ignore this comment.
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ur drawings are great, what can i say....
...shame i cant draw worth shit...
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