Bleeding HeartGhosts within the machine Whirring, clicking, our human minds Scenes of eternal regret. Images slide by, Locked triggers within, Brand new ammunition The beast now unleashed, Bestowed upon thee You cannot control The essence of your soul Relying on instinct Instead of hope What could one expect From a lycanthrope?Bleeding Heart
Angles from an old memory Film scratched with grain Crimson wine bleeds through lines The silver screen eternally stained Pushing out, pulling under Most bastards deserve to die Moronic evil, ignorance of in
Ashton's WakeThree taps on the stained window of a brand new car in the midst of the fog surprised Ashton. An empty coffee cup lay across his lap, and an imprint in the shape of Ashton's figure across the leather seats, wrinkles in the cloth and clothing pressing against his skin, Ashton realized as soon as he parked his car when he got home, he had fallen asleep at the wheel. As the fog lightened, Ashton twitched and checked his watch. Six o' clock in the fuckin' morning. With weary eyes, Ashton's gaze followed a figure wearing light cloth in his rear view mirror, and then it sped to his side mirror. In a flash, the passenger's door opened. "Ashton's Wake
A StartThe night grew cold as the warmth of the house and the embrace of his girlfriend wore off with an exhalation of breath, leaving a haze within the air for a short amount of time. He sighed, and turned back around to stare where her shadow had been, her figure, her form, was already gone in the shading of the dimly lit bulb from a lamp to the wall, where he could see outside the window. Ashton closed his eyes, whispered a short 'I-love-you', and began his journey home. The clash of leather upon layers of white t-shirts made him look rather dashing, in this dimly moonlit night. Keeping his Klein jeans tight around Ashton's waist with a studded lA Start
I am now sketching...run for your LIVES!
Psychotic
Welcome to DA!
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Film of my drawings: [link]
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
--psalm 139:15-16--
How're you?
What you been up to lately? XD
AKA, I'm doing fine.
How are you?
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"Passed in dark midnight hour, the talent appeals
The darkest one is mine to be, in sadness, in bitterness
Everstanding, everrighteous, everlost."
-Everlost
-JasonsFriday13th
my minds not so scarred at the moment haha! Its just numb at the moment and hardly in proper working order
But still in a pretty good mood i guess
I'm kept busy i guess
It's good that you are doing good, lol, I'm just bored.
It was raining today, so I'm kinda down in the dumps a lil. I like the rain, but today, I just didn't like it. idk what's wrong with me.
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"Passed in dark midnight hour, the talent appeals
The darkest one is mine to be, in sadness, in bitterness
Everstanding, everrighteous, everlost."
-Everlost
-JasonsFriday13th
Thank you so much for the watch, it means so much to me!
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
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"Passed in dark midnight hour, the talent appeals
The darkest one is mine to be, in sadness, in bitterness
Everstanding, everrighteous, everlost."
-Everlost
-JasonsFriday13th
You've got this idea in your head that people are sometimes like robots. They go with the flow, basically. Don't know what else to do expect fake it.
I'll just say this though:
I'm always honest.
Hahaha! Thought I would move to your page rather than looking like I was spamming your poem
Yeah You basically summed up what I think.
So many people in my school are so unambitious. I don't understand it! Like me, I have my goals, my inspiration, little idea's in my head of the way I want to do things and what I want to do. Yet when I ask the people in my year. They seem to not do anything, not have any lives, have nothing they want to do. Now that's depressing!
And then when I express my own idea's and plans for the future they go...aww why do you want to do that.
And then I'm just like "'cause it will make me happy!"
They'll reach that stage soon. Hopefully. It's just most of them have never had a motive to mature. I matured early, for a guy. Fortunately, even if they don't say things, I'm very empathetic, meaning I can basically sense peoples feelings and kind of read them like a book. Not perfectly, but I'm really smart in that direction. Also, the good thing about me is that I'm a people person, so I like people. If people are a bitch to me, I bitch to them. Treat people the way you want to be treated, huh?
I'm very vengeful, as well. I want to just move on past school and have a job and just do whatever the hell I want without my parents (although I do love them) and I just want to be by myself. I want to be my own guide.
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"Passed in dark midnight hour, the talent appeals
The darkest one is mine to be, in sadness, in bitterness
Everstanding, everrighteous, everlost."
-Everlost
-JasonsFriday13th
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