| This one doesn't get enough attention, I don't think... I really wrote this one from my heart, and believe it's one of my better work, in all honesty... |
| This one doesn't get enough attention, I don't think... I really wrote this one from my heart, and believe it's one of my better work, in all honesty... |


Art of Forgetting-RememberingI can't seem to think straight, And it tends to make me irate.Art of Forgetting-Remembering
But neither life, nor death can make me feel As alone as I do like when you aren't near.
I'll make-believe that I see your face, And hope that soon we'll both leave this place.
No one else can know, neither angel or demon. Only us, captivated by these things which we dream in.
'Cause the Art of Forgetting is easy to do, When the only thing I think of is you.
Trying to forget is the hardest part, But I promised with you we'd make a fresh start.
We'd leave behind this fr


An Age That Changed A ThousandI thought things would get easier through timeAn Age That Changed A Thousand
I never thought it would come to this
The frozen ground hurt the pads of my paws. We'd be traveling for how long? Days, weeks, months? It's been so long, I'm starting not to care as much. But since the beginning, when life was life, and when we were younger, we were always taught to be cautious; to be careful of the unknown. But, when all you see is an endless field of ice, and the numbness of the bitter cold for far too long, it starts to get to you. It becomes a part of you. Inside you.
The only thing I felt afterwards was the sil


Travel WellThe bus arrived promptly at 5:35, not a minute too late. Alhough, I was hoping it would have. Would have given me enough time to come up with an excuse. Would have given me enough time to tell you that it has been you. It has always been you and no one else. Just you. Would have given me enough time to take you away from that crude place and carry you home. Home, where you belong. Home with me and no one else.Travel Well
But, your feet have a mind of their own, and they continue to walk away from me. Your hands looked menacing as they quickly let me go, out of your grasp. And, I think I can forgive them, for they know not what our hearts ar


I'm Not Done YetLight footwork makes for better balance... Strong hands silently save a suffering soul... Tired eyes evasively enter an eager mind...I'm Not Done Yet
I'm not done with you yet You think these past few days Just come and go You gaze placidly Stareing into my mind and I think I'm getting over the fact that you don't Love me as much as I thought, but I've yet To place myself in that position of lovelessness.
You're finished with me, you've had enough From this Boy who can't be called a Man. When I've tried all that's "tried and true" In this god-foresaken world, I realiz


When We Use To Be PrettyI long for it, that feeling of need. I remember feeling it, when we use to be pretty. But now all that's left is an unsightly face With scratches and scars, and a heart that's a waste.When We Use To Be Pretty
I remember seeing it, seeing people who were pretty. That sight of love and tenderness, a feeling of reality. Now all that's left is the memory of what could be Now that I've lost what it's like to be pretty.
I remember tasting it, the taste of being pretty. Every kiss, every touch, so much sweeter than the last. Now all the goodness starts fading too fast. And the only time I feel


If Today Is The DayI sit down and wonder if today is the dayIf Today Is The Day
The day I tell you how I feel about you Tell you all the things about me you never knew
I sit here and ponder if I should have made you stay
This day where I devulge my secret, Though I promised myself I would keep it
I lie here lost and think about your ways
Those days when you were happy with me When we sang those sad sweet symphonies
But I know now how you've longed to get away
To leave now would be a terrible strife, But I know I could not win this fight
And this entire t
| Look at how busy I am! Although, it would be nice if i picked up the pace a little... XD |
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The Last GoodbyeI've never been so sad to see your face. Maybe its because I know that this time will be the last time.The Last Goodbye
I hold my palm against your cheek. I take in the strong angled bones that give you your sharp, handsome look. Your eyes are closed. Perhaps it is a movement to avoid my tears or maybe youre just trying to hold your own pain inside.
I had hoped that this time would not be the last time, but I guess it is. I shall never again see your blue-gray eyes express the love that you once held for me. I look for a ghost of a smile on your lips but I am disappointed for there is nothing but a straight line.
| Just look at all of these wonderful works of art!!! *stares longingly* SO BEAUTIFUL! |
| "I promise from the bottom of my heart with every ounce of my being, fabric of my soul, every drop of life in me, we will be together." - A Special Someone... <3 |

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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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Being forgotten is probably only surpassed by never existing in the first place.
~Cyre
My icon was made by the lovely *ghostwolfen
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Me-heh.......
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Being forgotten is probably only surpassed by never existing in the first place.
~Cyre
My icon was made by the lovely *ghostwolfen
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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Being forgotten is probably only surpassed by never existing in the first place.
~Cyre
My icon was made by the lovely *ghostwolfen
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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Being forgotten is probably only surpassed by never existing in the first place.
~Cyre
My icon was made by the lovely *ghostwolfen
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There are times when the darkness engulfs me and I see no hope...no light. Then I am alone until someone eventually shows up.
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