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if goodbye meant a second chanceif i painted black crosses on my wristsif goodbye meant a second chance by silverthorne-studios
would the blood that spilled
be less tainted by the things i've done?
a locked grip on hair,
head banging against the wall;
thrash, kick, cry,
s c r e a m . . . silently--
there's no one here
to listen to your fight.)
if life is always this hard,
then why do i bother,
why does anyone bother?
a pounding heart,
shiver, tremble, shake, let
your whole world fall down and
s c r e a m . . . silently--
there's no going back now.)
if i doodled happy endings in red ink,
breaking the monochrome
atmosphere, would they come true?
tension at risk of snapping,
you'll never make it out alive;
run, trip, fall, just never stop
fucking screaming . . . silently--
you can't break free
of this poisonous torture.)
you've been claimed as forever mine.
Tango Of Arms Under The SeaMy love, how could this happen? Why did this have to happen?Tango Of Arms Under The Sea by ChiharusMoon
In my mind, I'm heartbroken at the sight of you
Your eyes no longer good, but filled with brainwash
I cry at the sight of you confused
The real master behind your emotions
Has you playing at the limits of his puppet strings
I don't want to fight you
I don't want to lose you to this battle of arms
Although I may have been trained to fight
I can't fight you
Your eyes are filled with hatred and evil
I'm prepared to bring you back to my side
On the inside, though, I'm so scared
I'm terrified because of the unknown turnout
Please come back to me...
Don't listen to this dragon
He knows nothing about a free life
Only through Jesus may we earn a life in heaven
As our battle stances remain steady and balanced
The evil one tries to graze his hands over my ears
As if he knows who is on my side
I cannot be conquered by the evil of this world!!!
Tears pouring and pouring on the inside and stern face with anger in
The Last SoldierThe Last Soldier by DraganTheMighty
The Last Soldier
The world was changed forever.
Even though, after all these,
the two generals
the one against the other,
with the same arrogance as before,
like nothing ever happened.
He was still wearing
his helmet and his mask.
He knew what he has to do;
The real enemy was revealed.
but they were both so blind;
The Last Soldier.
Tearstricken Song From A MermaidPlease, my loveTearstricken Song From A Mermaid by ChiharusMoon
Your hands feel ice cold
Your heart is becoming frozen inside
Hear my voice
Hear this hope from my blood-pumping chambers
I'm holding you in my arms
I'm praying this song brings you back to life
We must not let the evil
Stray us from the narrow path that
Leads us to the Heavenly Father
Your eyes were once filled with blue light
Now there's greyness inside
Please don't give in
I'm coming for your rescue
Your hands were once warm
Please don't grow cold
I don't care what they're going to say
About the both of us
I've never had someone care about me
Like you have when we talked
Please don't die
I don't want you to die...
As I sing, the inner powers awaken
Like nothing I've felt before
Powers of the ocean surround you and I
Could God be answering my prayer for you?
As I bend my head down low and tears pour down
My hope that was lit feels so small
My teeth barely grinding against each other
I feel something warm on my cheek
Could it be that I have succeeded to li
JR's Deviant Theater #2Now playing: :iconbackasswardsk: :icondraken413o: :iconemerald-depths: :iconaurorawienhold:JR's Deviant Theater #2 by JR-Imagery
I haven't done one of these in a while, so I figured it's high time that I get off my lazy butt and do one.
In my humble opinion, he is my favorite photographer on Deviantart, he is one of the best I have seen, I am always amazed by the work he puts on here, and I look forward to seeing more.
Not only does she have a clever name, but she also has amazing talent as a writer, her passion can be seen in her writing, her experiences through life have shaped her into the gifted writer that she is.
She is such a great photomanipulator, her art is the so pleasing to the eyes, I can look at her art for days, especia
OPEN Adoptables on My Other AccountJust so I don't end up spamming my watchers with updates on adoptables, I'll use only this journal entry for news pertaining to my other account.OPEN Adoptables on My Other Account by Tangerineandpuce
Current open adoptables on my other account, internetnerd15:
Name-Your-Price (in points) My Little Ponies; offer at least 1 point per adopt: C is OPEN
12 Point Hooved Cats (a breeding between my OCs Akili and Noxiris): B and C are temporarily closed so I use them as breedables
3 Point Adopts--OPEN adopts include various ponies
5 Point Anthro Cats: A is OPEN
5 Point Wild Felines: B is OPEN
9 Point Cats: B is OPEN
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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