*Infrunitas
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Happiness' AllureClose your eyes, turtledove. Skip into your deepest memories as swirling hues strip the baby blue from the sky.Happiness' Allure
Trust my weathered hands like when I pushed your swing in your rosy-red dress and usual cherub smile.
Cover your ears and rest easy in my arms as the house yawns;
stretching and cracking floorboards in attempt to remove the glassy-crust from its eyes.
Tears plop along my ragged shirt, and I drift to when we danced with the melody of raindrops on pots and pans during storms.
Screams and uproot
in Open on 4/3/08
Coldness WithinI camouflageColdness Within
my heart in the icy blue chamber of Death’s revolver. Tendrils coil
around and numb me from the fear
of survival as my eyes slip beneath
the reforming crystals and life’s grasp.
Small frail bubbles escape
their half-hearted capture in the swirls of pale auburn hair and unseen tears. My fingertips release the edge like the tattered
sails of a submerging ship.
My last breath suspends me
like a passionate kiss on a lover’s chest until the anxious beats chill into nothingness &
in Open on 3/25/08
SlippingBare feet slip between the flower’sSlipping
sinuous necks as business pants dampen between untroubled steps across the rooftop garden’s path.
He kneels and bobs the tops of daisies and untended daffodils with a steady hand. Fluttering joy flares through his heart- unhinged from the maze of streets echoing over the nearby ledge.
Eyes flicker as the sun
bleeds and cools to darker rays of the setting afternoon day. He rises, loosening his tie, shift’s almost over.
An echoing office clock breaths down his neck like the sp
in Open on 3/2/08
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- Current Age: 22 and still dancing
- Current Residence: USA
- Print preference: They just don't make wall murals yet...
- Interests: Martial Arts, Driving, Technology, Reading
- Favourite band or musician: Element eighty, Stone Sour, 3 days grace korn, linkin park, Blaqk Audio, Blindspott
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, metal, Trance, classical, Old rock
- Favourite artist: Reverse Engineers
- Favourite poet or writer: Voltaire, Richard A. Knaak, Micheal Kurtis Ford, Salvatore, Mel Odom
- Favourite photographer: TriggerFinger and ssilence
- Favourite style or digital art: Abstract
- Operating System: Scapula and honeyboard
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod
- Shell of choice: The facade I wear everyday
- Skin of choice: Quivering, trembling, sweating with fear
- Favourite game: Laser tag, paintball, chess, card games
- Personal Quote: The walls between art and engineering exist only in our minds
- Tools of the Trade: blood, parchment, and the Mafia
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
I'm.........................................................ok
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Life beckons....choose wisely
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Mission: Josta
Status: In Progress...
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Mission: Josta
Status: In Progress...
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"The doctor sees all the weakness of mankind; the lawyer all the wickedness, and the theologian all the stupidity." - Arthur Schopenhauer
How are you?
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
because DevArt is better than Facebook.
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Revamping. Yes that's it. I'm back in.
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Life beckons....choose wisely
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.
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Mission: Josta
Status: In Progress...
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Mission: Josta
Status: In Progress...
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Mission: Josta
Status: In Progress...
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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A flower is me,
I am the flower,
Delicate and strong.
-Shrug, big and complicated words for my saying it was a nice piece.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
Because I can.
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Mission: Josta
Status: In Progress...
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A flower is me,
I am the flower,
Delicate and strong.
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"I like to tell people I have the heart of a small boy. Then I say it's in a jar on my desk." ~ Stephen King
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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