All that aside, I still love my old works, the pinnacle of my writing ability I guess.
Well adieu for now, not that anyone cares anymore.


Errant KingStrip me bare and find what is wrong; has the tick-tock of my clockwork heart gone awry.Errant King
The jewels and trinkets do nothing for my bleeding heart they cloak the pain only for so long.
The illusions of youth taken so easily tragedy had its way with me.
The fault was never mine and I dare not look back for the victims always seem to find me.
The liar and coward I have become living like a hermit in my own head.
Play on old fool shamelessly paying the tricks for a good time for the briefest hint of love.
Errant king of disaster


King of Broken ThingsTis' a shame to be the king of broken things. The flowing detritus of my mind, my slowly sinking soul into a mire, my vision lost on days long lost.King of Broken Things
I tire so easily upon my broken throne, the laughter has long left these hollow bones.
Time slowly etches it's mark upon me, the scars show so boldly.
I collect the trinkets of forgotten dreams treasuring them in their useless state.
So here I sit for eternity and more; upon my head sits the shattered dreams held together be the tattered remains of yesterday.
My kingdom from dust and n


More on suicideSo how now the time passes on, the fine line between living and surviving too often crossed.More on suicide
The waking day is a fragment
of the memories we once loved and cried.
Tomorrow your dreams lie waiting, many to die.
We stand like statues watching and waiting looking forward for the next time someone looks our way. We never tire of the living rhetoric.
I say we are lucky, at least I am. While I was cursed with a life I was gifted with a death as well.
So how now?


Edict of a night owlAt the midnight hour eyes wide alive and twitching glued like an obsessive compulsive and a rubik's cube.Edict of a night owl
The hardships endured for the sake of some endless quest to find what I must have missed, the point.
Endless rhythms unknown to the day dweller who endlessly toils and troubles under the burning baneful sun so provoked from the joy of man to instill cancers not happiness.
I seek the dusk till twilight the old witching hours where demons come alive and stop in for tea; the devil is oh so polite, he ev
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Say it with simplicity
StandOut
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"He would create proudly out of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and beautiful, impalpable, imperishable."
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a thousand ancient bees began to sting our knees.
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I hear you, Chels and Nathan had fun a couple of days ago
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-Mayan
"If I'm a window, you're just the rain".
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a thousand ancient bees began to sting our knees.
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Happy Holidays
Steve
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Steven Housden
Senior Mentor ~DA-Networking
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"I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty." -George Burns
So I guess we're battling it out for that dA subscription.. >.<
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