

Yehtthey speak out, swirls of color surround glaring, straight downYeht
they stand up, tall mountains surround towering, so profound
they slither, retreating back for the fall calling, to pick up the pieces
they pick up, fragments strewn restlessly scathing, so endlessly


ExpectationsIExpectations
he rustles through his loose change walking out of that same run down, shabby pad he crashes at his home his little alternate place faces reality and realizes he needs to go back inside for bus fare a key in the hole and a swift turn lead into the creaking opening up the room, unseaming it dim light floods through and lowly grey shadows cast back onto the cold floor step after step and into the bedroom flash bang and the keyhole seals up the safety again stairs his favorite no machine can do that for him, not in his mind a little control is nice  


StillI sat in the corner as you read my poetryStill
Wondering what you thought of it
Wondering what you thought of me
You said you liked it
But you didn't get it
Just then, I found you less attractive,
Originally blinded by your shiny lip gloss and straight black hair
That see through shirt that tells no lies
That bitter-sweet smile from a nicotine high
Those blue pools of passions, that we call eyes
That graceful curve around your thighs
All which left my mind burning bright throughout the early mornings light


WelcomeAmorous ramblings, restraining orders, and a grandé latté Fake smiles, fake tits, and fake orgasms Selling things we've fucked up to sell, to fuck up the people we sell them to Even sold ourselves Our lives are the show that never existed probably due to lack of interestWelcome
No rules No values No morals No principals No souls
Welcome America!
We sold ourselves our flags Made in Korea Waved proudly in Vietnam and burned in Afghanistan...
Tax free? Try freedom tax
Manifest Destiny Who saw it coming?
~Kate~
Wow you have alot of newer stuff....seeing as how i have over 5,000 "deviations" to check out it got a little daunting and i haven't checked in ages....now i'm going to have to read everything you wrote....anyways...how's it goin'?....i hope life's treating you well...i miss talkin' to you
For now, though i have to run...it's 2:17
Peace, love, and bulletproof sanity
~Kinky Kate G~
::nuzzles::
-Brie
Goodness.
And thank you for putting up with Bethann and I with our need for rides to show this week. Are you coming to see the show?
Well, almost time to catch the bus - so sleepy..
Later (peace yo)
_Brie
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