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~COPPERHEDRED
Copperhead - Status: Member
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- Deviant since Feb 4, 2008, 9:54 PM
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Saturday Night In DriveLovers walking with arms entwined like vines, from bouquets of promises and Roses. As skateboarders fly across the parking lot, under streetlights like Beacons across a concrete sea. Their wheels announcing Summer like a sidewalk sale. The homeless woman with crooked back and the glazed eyes, staggers side-by-side with the "paperboy", his hair ivory white; his baseball hat a dirty, washed-out, faded lime green. His pile of old newspaper clippings and assorted "treasures", tied tight in his white shredded plastic bag like a Kmart Santa, minus the coloring books and candy canes.Saturday Night In Drive
in Open 1w 3d ago
Independence DayBar B Que and fireworks, wet bathing suits and hot dogs with that "char-grilled" taste, parades with tone-deaf bands and "declarations of independence", shows of patriotism with panache. Reds and whites mixed with the blues, and one-too-many beers at the fest. Kettle corn and kiddie rides. Uncle Sam on stilts, waves to the crowd in his cotton white beard, throwing gold foil-wrapped candy quarters to the children, as they scatter like young soldiers dodging bullets. Timmy drops his fruit punch as he runs to the frontIndependence Day
in Open on 7/6/08
The TaleAnd his soul cried out...where is she? As his soul wept. "The seasons change, as the tide rolls on... yet I remain alone." "Alone in bed, heart and life." "Oh love, where is thine own?" "Where is affection?" "Who have the Gods chosen for me?" Worry not, they said, Do you not see love? She stands before you... Gilt in gold, and breasts of Ivory, her lips for yours alone. Her eyes like fire, as you gaze upon her. She is your goddess... your Isis. You are her king. Only one...i have made. Your breath is hers, and hers is thine.The Tale
in Open on 6/16/08
Guest ListMy soul worn down like shoes that have walked too many miles, on dead ends and alleys with no outlet. One way streets of crushed dreams, possibilities of hope for happiness crushed out like cigarettes put out on the bricks. A Catholic "self-flogging" of my inner sins and outer desires, a bias of choosing the hard road, the road less travelled along with Frost. I have breakfast with Plath, as she checks those cookies in the oven that final time. Cocktails with Sexton at six, as we talk of men and the perfect red lipstick. After dinner Opium with Lord Byron, as he romancesGuest List
in Spoken Word on 6/15/08
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Single isn't Misery"You don't have a boyfriend. That's sad."Single isn't Misery
Of course,
this coming from a ten year old, I only level my gaze upon her own, smile lightheartedly, and shake my head, muttering, "No, it really isn't" while deep down, I'm agreeing just because I'm the kind of girl
who thinks the world ends each time I'm single, just as I'm not lying to her flat out to save myself from the truth.
The reason my heart screams in unison with her words is because there are some things that I wish I could still have: He made me laugh &nb
by ~TwilightPoetess
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NobleDevious Information
- Current Age: ageless
- Current Residence: eternity
- Favourite artist: Vincent van Gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: Yeats, Byron, Shelley, Plath, Sexton, Kerouac
- Operating System: my mind
- MP3 player of choice: sorry, I'm not a "player"
- Shell of choice: mine, when I crawl back in it to create
- Wallpaper of choice: the rubber room
- Skin of choice: my own
- Favourite game: life
- Favourite gaming platform: the world outside
- Favourite cartoon character: my mirror's reflection
- Personal Quote: "Let me be your poet...paint pictures in your mind, tell you of what I've seen."
- Tools of the Trade: my soul, my pen and a simple Kodak digital camera
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"Let me be your poet...
paint pictures in your mind...
tell you of what I've seen."
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!
And if you get at least 10 back, you will recieve good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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Ich heisse superfantastische!!!!!!
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...The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls...
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
it's about learning to dance in the rain
I ABSOLUTELY ADORE L!!!
Plz check out my gallery!!
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And this is my
United States of Whatever!
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have a nice day
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Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
"If you hear a twig snap, don't whistle."
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The Spice must flow
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