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I amI am a thrill seeking dragon, I wonder how high I can fly, I hear the whispers of wind shrieking, I see that my goal is in the sky, I want to fulfill my ambition, I am a thrill seeking dragon.I am
I pretend I’m immune to occlusion, I feel the rush of never quitting, I touch every definition, I worry for unremitting worries, I cry for I was a hatchling, I am a thrill seeking dragon.
I understand that life is a battle, I say none is undefeatable, I dream that everything will be okay, I try until I die, I hope I will gain ground while I
by ~feralwolf334
To the Sky -funny-Because i just wanted to fly, like rocket paper bags to the sky, just me and my paper bag! and wheel chairs with old hags, set out for the stars below, you must always pound the dough, just me and my paper bag! but i dont want to brag, do not fret, i am not to much of a threat, just me with my paper bag!, please dont think I'm a fag.To the Sky -funny-
by ~feralwolf334
Poem of PoetryLet me hear those words, write them down with care, I'll read them in thirds, to make my heart flare, may it flounder like a rose, and travel like a myth, don't worry about where to begin, it is a piece of art with no end. For you to compose, just think about the rose, you can sing it like a song, even make a sonnet, I suppose even haiku, and if the lines aren't full try prose, it is all at your finger-tips, to which you hold.Poem of Poetry
by ~feralwolf334
In the HeartOur hands a weapon, can be clenched with steel, causes pain that no-one wants to feel, with a fist concealed.In the Heart
But it is the thought that kills, physical or mental both can hurt, althought it may seem unreal, I reveal the weapon, that can not be held.
(( You can heal physical pain, spoken word is harder, that is the weapon to which you used, but do you have what it takes, to heal that which has been bruised? ))
by ~feralwolf334
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Song of the Artist's SoulSong of the Artist’s SoulSong of the Artist's Soul
The artist’s soul is a complex thing Made up of dragons and pixies on butterfly wing Of hopes and fears, of dreams and wishes Of pickle noses and magical fishes Of worlds were anything can come true Good wishes and evil ones too Where a normal person can be a king And a hated woman can become a queen Where even the evil shell Can hide a soul that truly means well Where flying is a common thing Or a thing that of which only children dream
With a scratch of a pencil, a stroke of a brush A scrape of a knife, or a clic
by ~Amber-WaterLily
SunVermin are crawlingSun
Over you while you sleep They bathe in the water that Drips off when you shower They feed off the crumbs From the food that you eat And sip from the rim Of the cup that you drink
They ride in the seat Of your car when you drive They bounce off the monitor Of your cubical screen They swim in your ear From your bosses mouth And they’re waiting for you When you get back to your abode
Whether the sun is up or down They shall be hiding with you
by ~Popular-Tumor
empty houseby *Tofu-miso
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- Current Residence: mid country suburbs
- Interests: wolves, nature, dragons, space, moon
- Favourite band or musician: Metallica, Prodigy, E Nomine, Nena, alot of others
- Favourite genre of music: techno, rock, funny stuff (humor and adam sandler stuff)
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I love your nature pics
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what can be kept from all this?
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"Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about."
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