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OptimismIn the midst of thinking about what to do next, I thought about my writing and how I haven't done that for a while. I think I'm a bit rusty but I don't think anyone should let that get in the way.
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My Little Red Piggy BankI had a little red piggy bank the other day.My Little Red Piggy Bank
With these yearning arms I raised the little thing and shook it Carrying to ears that have not heard A tinkly sound of chimes and adorable laughter.
It was warm to my unkissed cheeks, And, looking inside, I found old memoirs- Stolen glances- Which were just about all I could get.
The piggy bank lay at the corner of my room, beside my bed.
Each night it would look at me, waiting. I myself wondered not just when it would be full, But how. Each night I saved up the same confession.
An
by ~beramonde
Coin TradeA little elf made a trade with me In the night, perhaps in a dream: A gold coin for my destiny. But thinking that it was a dreamCoin Trade
I grinned and gave it away. The elf was gone the next I looked; Where he stood, the gold coin lay. I picked it up and cursed the crook
And to waking I slowly went, But I felt bad that the trade was done And my riches were almost spent. So I sought to trade my coin for fun
At the local drinking bar But on the way I tripped and fell And the coin rolled very far. I ran and leaped and ducked and well, &nb
by ~beramonde
TwinklingYour eyes are like stars. Twinkling despite clouds at night, You shine from afar.Twinkling
by ~beramonde
Farewell, SelfDistance wraps itself around me, a lonely satellite being Floating in a sea of pure depth and space, Pure nothingness, blackness, or light.Farewell, Self
My branches sway towards you like sunflowers in the morning, Their existence now a second longer by the sweet sight Of you and him under a faraway moon.
It is perpetually nighttime, where I live. Pieces of me, lost, or broken by careless museum patrons Shimmer like signals from a lover by a lighthouse.
That same lover sighs, but returns each night, To send a sliver of light reflected from her eyes from the myriad stars
by ~beramonde
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- Current Residence: Philippines
- Interests: Writing, guitar, video games, anime, MMORPGs, roleplaying
- Favourite movie: The Prestige, Star Wars
- Favourite band or musician: Submersed, Bush, Dishwalla, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Franz Ferdinand
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative
- Favourite poet or writer: Pablo Neruda, William Shakespeare, Walt Whitman
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Favourite game: RF Online, Perfect World, Digital Devil Saga Series, Legend of Zelda Series
- Favourite gaming platform: PC, PS2
- Personal Quote: "This above all: to thine one self be true." - WS
- Tools of the Trade: Inspiration, the mind's fleeting muse.
- Website: http://beramonde.blogspot.com
- Yahoo: cg_chase
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Welcome to Drama City..."Brian is a gay, pyromaniac FBI agent. I bet gay pyromaniacs are wild in bed" -TS
Hi Dave!
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you had a way so familiar, but i could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face; i had blood in my eyes.
i really lyk ur compositions..
its so cool!
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im gonna deviantwatch you^^
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Don't cry to me no more
You like the way the people stare at you
Now you look so fake
Just thought that you should know
Your not the same
And when the curtain drops down
You'll be replaced by something typical
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if it's you, no matter how slow you talk, i 'll listen. no matter how slow you walk, i 'll walk with you.
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Love Love Love.
사랑해, 사랑해, 사랑해.
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