Our nights are stolen:
our lovers,
our lives
stripped at the door,
leaving only
our scarred bodies
suspended between fleeting present and
uncertain future.
Our nights are stolen: our lovers, our lives stripped at the door, leaving only our scarred bodies suspended between fleeting present and uncertain future. |
Author's Comments
wishful thinking
ETA: I'm still staring in disbelief at my messages and wondering whether I'm dreaming. I can't believe one of my pieces has been selected as a DD. It's all freakin' amazing!! Thank you so much for nominating and selecting me, and for all of the comments I've received on this and other pieces. You guys seriously rock my world!! Daily DeviationGiven 2009-01-29This indulgent poetic treat Sinful by ~BlackEyedGirl, is a brief but painfully haunting poem that gave me excited chills as I read it. It is far too simply beautiful to be missed! (Featured by ^LadyLincoln) |
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wäre das meer ein fluss, würde ich fliessen...
(habe mir auch mal deine gallery angeschaut, sehr beeindruckend. ich mag deinen stil, du schaffst es irgendwie einzelne momente in all ihren facetten zu beschreiben. klasse.)
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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The Poetry.. That comes from the squaring off between.. And the circling is worth it.. Finding beauty in the dissonance.. -Tool
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Her hair was night
Her eyes were ice
Her smile was fire
Her wings were unlife
And they called her...
Angelique
(c)spacegirl92
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Punknera is no more! I am now *ATrue.
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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"Robert ... I'm trying to change my heathen ways ... would you have my soul condemned over rice?"
- Bucky
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