That's about all. It's kinda funny, I have more journal entries than deviations...


Uncoupled CoupletsI speak a splendid soliloquy, But my tied tongue has me tiredUncoupled Couplets
My song's a soothing solo, Though its discord drains desire
A stele to solidarity I stand, When frail formality makes me fall
Many marathons, I致e marched, Cracked and crippled, now I crawl
My wistful watching keep on wandering, Gawks and gazes are all I get
I just long to make my speech a dialogue, And turn my solo into a duet


My dream of YouI知 called into a world Of midnight skies and whispered lies And futures laid in goldMy dream of You
I知 carried into a world Of seductive stances and wayward glances And mysteries to unfold
I知 swallowed into a world Of engulfing bliss and consuming mists And beauties to behold
I知 compelled into this world By minds entranced and allure enhanced By your supernatural glow
I知 fettered to your world By stunning gazes and endless mazes By reasons that you know
I知 yearning for your world Of floral scents and subtle hints To


Poetry on Poetry- How ironicBlack tears fall from an endless sky forever because I AM MISUNDERSTOOD AND NO ONE LOVES ME!Poetry on Poetry- How ironic
...Please, stop before I vomit on my monitor.
Your words make me sick, It's as simple as that. They are crusting, rusting, disgusting.
They sound pale and thick Are horribly flat I'm repulsed, convulsed, revulsed.
Free verse is fine, But should have limitations, No: hate, fate, unsate.
You shouldn't have to whine, To make written stimulations, So relaly, just stopped writing about how the world hates/misunderstands/h


Beauty- revisitedRaise my hope Just like the smoke Lofting rivulets in the airBeauty- revisited
I love to be With her, you see This beautiful maiden fair
To see her smile Sets sunbeams wild Inside I simply melt
Her elegant grace Makes my heart race My stares I know she痴 felt
As I pen these words My thoughts drift to her I hope my dreams are sweet
To have met her gaze Is my only praise As I sit in adoring heat
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey...We are Spiritual Beings on a human journey..."
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