~IllusiveHEARt
Adam - Status: Member
- Deviously Deviant
- Male/Canada
- Offline for 1w 1h 18m 6s
- Deviant since Mar 29, 2008, 11:39 AM
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FortuneOh I wish it were my heart, that with hers be together. I wish it were my hands, to soothe her lightly as a feather. I wish it were my lips, that would meet hers so gently. I wish it were my mind, she would read at night so evidently.Fortune
If only it were my voice, that could lull her to sleep. If only it were my song, with tears of joy she would weep. If only it were my touch, to calm her in any event of fear. If only it were my words, "I love you forever my dear"
It could be my name, engraved with hers on the bark of a tree. It could be her name, when calling I'll feel so perfec
in Open 1w 1h ago
BalanceA new day dawns, yet no end is near. Reflexive yawns, eyes still shut due to fear. Opening one allows light to pierce through. Let Hope open another, still feeling weak too.Balance
To hurry be not requisite, as Purpose is not clear. Slowly meander on through my misery I steer. On exit I bring, my jar with my heart. It's concealment cracked, but broken it's not.
Past endeavours unworthy, Too many pathes tooken unsurely. Angellic faces not tangable, Great plans seem unethical.
I miss Faith so much, Her presence, her touch. Hope sends me a bright si
in Open 1w 6d ago
To Break a JarI am just a child, he says. "Who am I to ponder endlessly amongst the fiercest clouds of grey?" Thoughts are a strong being, thousands of souls actively harassing through sanity's thin novel of guidelines. Explanation, or a simple depiction, something he can hardly conjure up with how ever long of notice. What he asked first was, have you ever felt the rain pour so heavily you are reluctant to move on? That night, he could make clear, thoughts were scattered, reality met relapse. Sentinels of love up above portrayed their sudden annoyance; he was struck down that night.To Break a Jar
So arduous, my story, he
in Open on 4/4/08
CryWhy can't I cry? But only feel a pain in my stomache's pit. One that not a man waiting to die, Inhabiting the darkest abyss can describe it.Cry
Why do I not shed a tear? Instead I am distraught. All the while I stay scortched and scathed with fear, While battling these feelings is one hard to be fought.
Why do my cheeks stay dry? Dry, while my heart melts so much. Dry, my dear because I cannot cry, Dry, as I am longing, helpless for your touch.
Why can't I cry? But still am torn into thoughts. These thoughts hath not ceased the pain, while my
in Open on 3/29/08
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Life is Now Our inordinate fascination with the future is born from the idea that some other day will be somehow better than the day we have now. There is some truth to that idea; better days will come, but there is no fault in today that could justify throwing it away, and nothing to gain by doing so.Life is Now
The future is a silly place to live; no man has ever seen it, and no man ever will. Plans and dreams will never be wholly fulfilled, and a man who lives on them will die wanting.
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'Kings will find armies; and the world men.'
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My web manga: Zombie Masters
When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
__Conjure One: Center of the Sun
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