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About Me Member Wannabe Poet fiendbethismouseFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 3 Years
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CardsLiverpool shuffle,  
When you kissed the queen of hearts,  And I knew that my heart was in danger,  As the dealer mismatched aces full,  It's too easy,  
With the diamonds up your sleeves,  Leaving me attempting to buy happiness,  Standing in this house of falling cards. Cards
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ObsessionCan’t get more specific then that,  Twenty-three years,  
Waiting in practically your backyard,  I’d rather you hear it from me,  
Than someone else,  Confessing of fatalities,  
But they have nothing to put me away,  Please know this was for you.  
 
Just a sullen glance,  Are you sure it was me that you found?  You said the behavior was erratic,  Having passing, it wasn’t easy,  Hoping it won’t happen again,  Tell me who did this,  
I don’t need help with my heartache,  In the silence, my heart whispers,  Please know this was for you.   
Freaks ru Obsession
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MorningsIt was dark inside, very. I couldn't quite figure out why it was so dark. I wriggled around, as if to shake off these unseen bonds. It was quite harder than I had assumed. Wriggling and shaking, I was bound and made useless by some cold material. My head throbbed in rhythm to my cursing. Perhaps I even cursed existence. I know I cursed the dark. And then suddenly, as if thrust into a cruel awakening, I broke free and was blinded by this disparaging light. It was too much, and I felt its wrongness in my very being. Though the dark was what I had believed had bound me, it was now the light in which I tried to escape. I shut my eyes, and willed Mornings
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The MurderJUNE 14, 1986   
 
 
There aren't shadows in this place. It’s been like that for some time. There isn’t any sunlight either. Just a cold fluorescent hum in the back of the mind as you drone on. It’s funny now, I sound just like Grandpa, if he ever really existed but in my memories. We had to walk seven miles to school. In the snow. With no shoes. Shoes! We didn’t even have feet! Just hobbling along on stumps to gain the education we actually respected. It’s not even cold now. Just always the same. You wake up, roll out of bed, and work yourself till you forget who you are and then back to your cell. It’s for bettering the The Murder
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  • Current Residence: 818- Los Angeles
  • Interests: Writing, Reading, Music, All kinds of art, Laughter, Love.
  • Favourite movie: Howl's Moving Castle! Pride & Prejudice, Tombstone, The Nightmare before Christmas.
  • Favourite band or musician: Rory, A7X, Bullets and Octaine, Thursday, Inkwell, Atreyu, The Dark Line
  • Favourite genre of music: Classical
  • Favourite artist: Michael Heizer
  • Favourite poet or writer: Leziel
  • Favourite photographer: Sraguiri
  • Favourite style of art: Pure
  • Operating System: My Hands
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  • Shell of choice: Macaroni
  • Wallpaper of choice: Whitewashed always seems to do the trick
  • Skin of choice: My own
  • Favourite game: FF
  • Favourite gaming platform: Sony
  • Favourite cartoon character: Howl/Sophie
  • Personal Quote: Love is to forget everything and learn nothing.
  • Tools of the Trade: Pen Le Papel

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:iconaceofhearts:
Mood: Miserable ~AceOfHearts Apr 3, 2007, 3:37:35 AM
I just looked through loads of my work, I realised it's all shit.

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Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead
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~fiendbethismouse Apr 5, 2007, 7:56:21 AM
You, my friend,
are a big huge liar.

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Somebody tall, go turn on the sun
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~AceOfHearts Apr 6, 2007, 9:57:28 AM
I tell the truth, always.

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Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead
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~fiendbethismouse Apr 8, 2007, 1:08:29 PM
Well, that MIGHT be
true. But I think that
your writing is wonderful.

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Somebody tall, go turn on the sun
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~fiendbethismouse Mar 18, 2007, 3:29:04 PM
:glomp:

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Somebody tall, go turn on the sun
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~triangl Mar 5, 2007, 4:41:02 PM
you should change your status thingy from wannabe poet! fo sho!

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Did I leave good honest critique? How about returning the favour... My gallery
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~fiendbethismouse Mar 11, 2007, 7:28:19 PM
Haha! Why? Should It Be
"So sucky I shouldn't Be A Wanna Be Poet" ?

d: :hug:

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Somebody tall, go turn on the sun
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~triangl Mar 11, 2007, 9:06:42 PM
hehe i think you know exactly what i mean!

There are two arguments that I could choose, one is slightly more flattering than the other, both are nevertheless totally true.

The first is that you are an excellent poet, and truly worthy of dropping the "wannabe".

of course what might appeal more to your pessimist mind is that considering the definition of the word poet, and that or the word wannabe, "poet" is a more fitting description for you than "wannabe poet" regardless of how good your poetry is.

either way...!

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Did I leave good honest critique? How about returning the favour... My gallery
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~fiendbethismouse Mar 12, 2007, 7:36:21 AM
Haha! Well, thank you much either way
^_^

(But I'm keeping the Wannabe d: )

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Somebody tall, go turn on the sun
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