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Old "about me"
You can call me Wyn, If you so choose, or you can give me a nickname of your own. Preferably one that isn’t insulting. Intentional hurt darts will greatly affect whether or not I choose to respond. Names are very important, I feel, so I have no desire to name a child after myself. I have my mother’s first name and my father’s middle name. My ( Read more... ) -
of the night
Something inside
sighing
Trying to hide
crying
Wishing to try
flying
Out of the shadows
of the night
Something alone
weeping
Out of the hours
seeping
Into the heart
fleeing
Out of the shadows
of the night -
A tuft
A strand of hair across the floor ( Read more... ) -
Sugar Sea
Here you come galloping ‘cross honey
crystaled shores.
Where shells are made of candy.
Soda pop waves! Oh, so dandy!
A deaf snail can hear your tastebuds screaming
With starved delight.
There you race, to and fro.
A sugary breeze and in you go.
While cinnamon drops encourage the land.
…Drop the ridiculous umbrella, and
Take my hand. -
The Field
Fog, thick as if it were a cobra’s spray, loomed above the barren, frozen path ( Read more... ) -
Bitter Tempest
There is a madness in the calm ( Read more... ) -
Restless
Secrets of me. I am bitter, cold, like the shadow ‘neath Jack’s feet, but I will not rest ( Read more... ) -
The Bridge
An icy complexion,
Shimmering with crystallized
Memories if an envied past.
Rapid footsteps silently
Screaming the devil’s song.
Bare secrets slipping on
Forbidden motives
Beneath a spirit’s
watchful eye as
bitter sirens leap from
wounds unseen. -
Star Babies
Little spirits ( Read more... ) -
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I am trying to figure this out. Not quite sure I know what I'm doing yet. Checked out some profiles and they are pretty awesome. Colorful...organized...I'm still a little confused.