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Hello and Thank You to Anyone who has a chance to read my journal.
Thank you to my kind friend Carinne :icondeviantteddine: for:
you made me really happy 
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Friday Night Features
Volume XX
Welcome to the twentieth release of Friday Night
Features. deviantART is flush with amazing talents and it is nearly
impossible to keep up with all of the fine work pouring in on a daily
basis. Each week Friday Night Features includes a cross section of some
of my (and your) favorite images and pieces of literature.
Literature
Glass Shards And ShoesHis footsteps sounded like broken glass,
Each step had a matching hum of dropping blood
With reverberations that sent me crying.
Curtains strangle me as I watch him nearing,
Silken cloth with thorns that kept me in my place.
My movements defined a slow reaping,
A reaping that I have survived long ago,
Thro, all the scars are still visible and far from healing.
His footsteps became louder, my crying was louder,
My throat has dried up from endless sobs.
My weeping was as silent as the dead of night
Yet my tears flowed like a bountiful stream.
He stood in front of me,
Hearing, seeing and breathing my agony
But he's immune to the pa
Shhh...Whispering sweet little lies:thumb265757119:
along the narrow pathways of my heart
I caught the lurking shadows
behind your large city eyes.
And with barbwire fingers,
You stroked all my pretty s c a r s.
[Don't say a word.]
BoxesLetters into boxes:thumb265427662:
But faces into memories
My passion
Your compassion
Two files to twenty erosions
We scrape off our paper plates
Good night – dead evening
Stalemates in our garage
Taillights running down my nose
In an unforgiving twilight
We go out one way
Only to turn our knees into
Two-bit kicks for a satellite
To record our damaged spirits
I have seen planets within you
Have you?
These are our merriments
Without you, this earth
Is nothing more
Than a moth in my eye
Drawing a Blankbroken hearts
empty minds
drawing a blank on the chalkboard
that letter you wrote
was a suicide note
to me
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CentauriI want your kisses on my neck
like angry lightning
and your fingertips stinging
every curve of my torso--
I want your lips kneading
silken heat into my collarbone
and your palms exploring
the highways and alleys of me--
because darling
your eyes are so lonely
and your scowls
only tempt me
into aiming kisses unto your lips
til you smile;
you know you're
a star, love-
but you smother your light
with self-deprecation
and you
abandon your brilliance
to anyone who wants
to throw it away--
give me your heart
and I'll
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Auto focus failure
Grains on screens,
Blur your smile,
And I squint to see,
The glint in your eye,
You're the sugar baby,
Who floats round my room,
Mocking me, and catching
My breath as I search for you,
Behind cupboards, under chairs,
I yearn for your voice,
all soft and light and
Free
I cast my heart in plaster,
And painted it gold and blue,
Just cause, it reminds me of
You, and your tinny laugh,
As time passed,
Other girls graced my scene,
I stopped thinking of you,
And your black and blue lies,
I forgot how to focus,
And how to smile,
So just you and me,
Lets smile for a while
Hey now Annie Girl,
Don't you cry
FeignedFrantic bliss calms my fear
Sentiments rise from here
As the escapism strokes us
Tenderness goes up a gear
Hush sorrow sweeps our feet
Compliments echo in my heartbeat
As the capsule protects us
Hardened skies soak up my dreams
Electric cramps shrill your eyes
Focalized love strips and denies
As the design provokes us
Lament beings call up the ties
Savvy lovers entice my mind
Compassion abandoned this time
As the flame fools us
Pride shows up in my spine
Frantic bliss feigned from fear
Sentiments lean away here
As the realism strikes us
Callousness goes up a gear
The scalpel of paindisgusted with its appearance:thumb265069437:
she succumbed to surgery
for a better life
for be noticed
to be loved
the operation is finished
she became very beautiful
a sexy girl
with beautiful forms
This is his new look
but in the mirror
She was always the same
in a modified body
She dared not look
skins.Your skin once told me secrets,
and sang me songs of love at night,
it told me of need and longing,
of missing and wanting and being
one.
Your skin would wrap itself around me,
and kiss me gently, or with passion,
while it told stories and sang lullabies,
about forever and ever and ever
and anything beyond that.
Your skin would set me on fire when
I was freezing, or cool me down when
I was hot.
It would calm me when I cried and
hold me through the night
and whisper in my ear about
the beauty that we were.
When your skin now meets mine
it tells no more secrets, it sings no more
songs. It won't kiss me nor hold me
nor cal
Photography
Artwork
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