~Poseidon523
Drew - Status: Member
- Deviously Deviant
- Male/United States
- Offline for 1d 5h 16m 10s
- Deviant since Apr 15, 2008, 7:54 PM
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The hourglassWind sweeps the shores of barren deserts, Kicking cold sand that tickles skin or pricks the bone, Flying fast through forgotten wastelands, Strung out to eternities end, Oceans of this crumbled stone, Will fold beneath the touch of life, We pray our footprints hold, But our time is ever changing,The hourglass
Ever fleeting, Ever soaring, With wind and dust and night our marks will fade, Into the shade, The sands themselves will bend the void, White lights and bright silver, We look through the glass to timelessness, While our time grows thin, Sinking sand flie
in Philosophical 3d 21h ago
ProphecyCan you hear it? Somebody's plucking the strings of time again. It's echoing in my mind, resonating, vibrating, calling,Prophecy
it's singing, screeching, false tones and dissonant chords are calling your name, I know you've been hiding from the truth,
but it hides nothing from you, It's too late to shut it off, too late to silence it.
My skull splits with it, can't you feel the worms crawling through gray matter, they call through time and mind, swimming in the trails of forgotten people and sunken ships, streams, deviating paths and
in Open 1w 1d ago
SublimeAiden grabbed hold of the sails desperately as his ship tossed in the unforgiving tempests of the sea. His eyes were wide with fear as he watched lightning strike the horizon and screech across the skies. "Not like this, not now..." This was the sublime that Aiden had so desperately sought when he had decided to venture out into the ocean. Fifty foot waves soared across the rumbling skies and tossed the sailboat around like a mere toy. White mist sprayed across the boat as a torrential down-poor soaked the decks.Sublime
The sailboat leaned tediously on it's side as Aiden entangled his arms in whate
in Philosophical 1w 4d ago
broken stringsheart strings rattle into the night tremors and shakes that I cannot fight rotting cold in darkness sick deprived of every single lickbroken strings
musicians cry without the horn condemned to fry in hateful scorn no expression of the soul begins to take its tole
without shine and bright sound there is nothing but the keyboard's pound to appease the artistic need to constantly feed
troublesome to remain content time away forces sad lament of the outlet that ran astray
yesterday
in Fixed on 4/21/08
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it's been fun though lol
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