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Moving On by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Moving On

"Taking the first step is the hardest part When you don't even know where to start." You handed it to me. I took a step down to get to you. I don't know what that even meant to you, but if I knew now what I didn't know then, would I have taken this venture in the first place? "I would have stumbled forever in the dark If I knew I could find your heart." You didn't come closer. If anything, you backed up, pushed me further away. You say things like, "It's for the best," but if that were true, neither of us would feel like this. Sometimes I just wish I could have gotten an explanation of why you left me calling out in the dark. "I was tra

And To Think by wanderingsoul777, literature

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And To Think

You spoke so softly on that day, words like satin across your lips As they made my frozen heart melt and my knees quiver at your voice /And to think I had it in me to stop you/ But I didn't, I kept the lie going, hoping you'd kiss me again Be the bigger man and I could forget your blonde locks, trifle shocks /And to think, You fooled me into loving you/ And I did, so feircely my heart yearned for you, to hold your hand Our fingers laced in subtle embrace, or bodies became one in unison /And to think, I was falling in love/ Even when I figured it out, I let you play me like the fool I was/I am The day the truth came out was the day I

Painted Pony Continued by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Painted Pony Continued

I heard the door shake, but saw nothing. Dust covered my eyes and my sense of time had been altered for some time now. Was it Father outside? I filled up with pride as I heard the footsteps against the cobblestone. He didn't forget, Father couldn't forget me! He loved me! I awaited to feel his loving hand again, but everyone knows good things are always few and far etween. It was not Father. Only a shadow was visible but, although I couldn't see, I felt the presence. It was not Father. I wanted to see this figure clearly, so I tried with all my might to move. Move, Move, Move, MOOOVEEE! Suddenly, without warning, I felt a gust of air and, PL

Believe by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Believe

Sometimes you start to make me sick Make my words collide and stick I want what's best, but it won't work Cause you'll just love me then leave me hurt You may ask how I know this In your voice with a hiss I know you can't trust me But I wish that would see That all I want is to make you feel To make you happy; to make you real But you're a figmant, nothing more You'll make me cry and make me sore I want to belive in someone like you But what's there to see; what's there to do? I cannot force your heart to turn So I'll be lost; forever to yearn You'll leave me to die without a heart Never together and forever to part Without

The Steps We Took by wanderingsoul777, literature

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The Steps We Took

I would have stayed all night if you had asked me to. We stayed up talking about Everything and nothing, hoping it would all just magically collide into something tangible. It was beautiful, the way your eyes fluttered with your words so delicately. Pretty soon, I could hear them whisper your secrets while you slept. They brushed against me, made me quiver slightly. God, you are beautiful. I would have left in a hurry if you had asked me to. We stayed up fighting about Everything and nothing, hoping it would all magically go away into something avoidable. It was sickening, the way you threw your love for me away, your words laced with

Painted Pony by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Painted Pony

My life started before I knew it began. Was I... A tree? A log? An old piece of furniture? I didn't know and honestly it doesn't matter. I am what I am: A painted pony. Father loved me from the day he made me. I wasn't always a painted pony, though. I remember when his gentle hands guided the blade along my back, each curvature taking part of me away, yet making me whole. Every moment I felt more and more like something else. Could I be a wooden lynx, strong and quick? I felt no wood shavings for paws. Could I be a wooden soldier, with a rifle standing tall? I didn't get taller. Every day I changed more and more. My head became sculpe

If This Is It by wanderingsoul777, literature

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If This Is It

I don't know what you're thinking, but I wish I did. All my thoughts stay inside, pounding my fortified mind, bursting between my lips before they can plot their escape. But it's not the words that are the hard part. You've given me so many reasons to love again: Your smile. Late night poker. Homemade lasagna. Miniskirts and perfume. Falling-asleep-on-the-floor-together-because-the-dog-stole-the-couch. But those things don't matter to you anymore. Your smile is no where to be found. We play dumb card games. Making microwave TV dinners. Layers and body odor. Leaving-me-on-the-f

You by wanderingsoul777, literature

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You

I want to remember: "What song do you think of when you think of me?" I remember lacing my hands in yours and you put your face on my chest. Your eyes were singed; tearstained, but you never blinked/blank/blunk. I wish you would have. Your skin felt soft, but I wouldn't have remembered that because I was too busy remembering you. You weren't even gone and I was already missing you. You were so red, so blue. How pathetic, how sad, how so in love I was, I am. "What song do you think of when you think of me?" I remember the day you came back to me. Yellow. So happy, your face. We kissed and you turned human again. Oh, how I wished yo

Mirror - rorriM by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Mirror - rorriM

On Christmas Morning by wanderingsoul777, literature

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On Christmas Morning

My Dear, "I hope this letter finds you in a much better place. I hope that when you read it, it gives you a sense of grace. "I hope you never change, love, but I'll understand if you do, because Christmas is so fickle when I'm really missing you. "Soon, you may start to see That I'm not the sort of gift You wish to have in your arms. I'm not the perfect fit. "And I'll understand, I swear I will, if you need to be alone. And I'll try to give this love away, This love inside that's grown. "If this letter doesn't get to you; If it does not make it in time, Then at least you'll be happy one more day Without me as your rhyme.

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Moving On by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Moving On

And To Think by wanderingsoul777, literature

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And To Think

Painted Pony Continued by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Painted Pony Continued

Believe by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Believe

The Steps We Took by wanderingsoul777, literature

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The Steps We Took

Painted Pony by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Painted Pony

If This Is It by wanderingsoul777, literature

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If This Is It

You by wanderingsoul777, literature

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You

Mirror - rorriM by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Mirror - rorriM

On Christmas Morning by wanderingsoul777, literature

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On Christmas Morning

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Every time by Daydreamer531, literature

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Every time

Every time I think of you A minute doesn't go by where I don't miss you And I still miss you I don't think I'll ever get over you You're my world babe I can't live without you babe Cause every time I close my eyes I'm staring into yours Cause every time I wear your clothes I feel your touch And it makes me miss you more A year and a half was not enough The time was too short to show you my love Baby oh Baby Cause every time I close my eyes I'm staring into yours Cause every time I wear your ring I feel your hand entwined with mine And it makes me miss you Oh it makes me miss you more Cause every time I think of you my heart so

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Crusade by THEendOmega, literature

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Crusade

I destroyed something beautiful, In a manner words cannot express. I gave it that look of a madman, And I struck it down, I must confess. What in this world is precious? What determines the line? Who gets to make the choice, Between faulty and fine? I am only a simple man. And that man I must be. I am the wretched beast, That devours all it sees. And when I laid eyes on my prey, I felt its touch; sacred, blessed. But when seen through the glass, It changes shape, but I digress. I saw it for what it was: A lie, a deceitful fiction. Written in ancient time, With such brilliant diction. How could I be so foolish? Well, Aren'

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It Feels Like Falling In Love by wanderingsoul777, literature

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It Feels Like Falling In Love

Your eyes, your hand, Your lips, they land... Right on the edge of something bright Poignant, coy, yet dangerously right Let's weave together like the first time we met But first, just tell me that what you said, you meant Our hands clasp together, tighter than before I hear your words whispered softly, "More..." I crack a smile, and brush back your hair Yet sadly, my love, I feel that you don't care I want to love someone, of that much I knew, But did I really, truly, honestly love... you? Of course I did, and I still do, I will never fall out of love with you...

It Feels Like Falling In Love

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Alone by wanderingsoul777, literature

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Alone

I sit in the dark, hoping you'd break down the door, And sweep me off my feet just like you did before. I sit here alone with nothing left to do, So I sit here now writing this letter addressed to you. If you don't get this, then I guess it's not so bad. I just wanted you to know that your the best I've ever had. I'm awakened by the light and it's blinding all my sight, And I've become so weak; No longer does my heart fight. So I'll lie here now, until I find some rest, 'Cause I know without a doubt your love was always best. Then you just leave without a trace; I can't find you anywhere. So I sit here alone, lost in the dark, sile

Alone

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 22
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Deviant for 16 years
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I'm as cool as they come, and as funny as they get! (Or so I've been told..)

I really hope you enjoy my writings and all my muses, as I have a lot of both!

Current Residence: This void in the back of my mind...
Favourite genre of music: Contemp. and Classical
Favourite style of art: Furries, Anthro, Wolf Art
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: I-Touch WOOT!
Shell of choice: One With Fur On It
Skin of choice: Fur
Favourite cartoon character: Hmm... I'd have to say... Joel or Matt from the Concession Comics!! DAmn them for their hotness
Personal Quote: A true friend would never judge you for who or what you are -- Marquis Du’Lupine

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THERE'S TO MANY TO HAVE ONE!

Favourite Writers

I like to think I'm pretty good HAHA! Probably Cyre!

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts

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Nintendo DS or PS2

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Ink stains and memories...

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Thought's, Fear's, Hope's, Dream's, Ambition's

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wanderingsoul777

Mar 7, 2012

Making Up My Past Mistakes

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I think I have finally figured things out. Maybe. I'm sorry about my recent time away (for the people who still watch me <3 ) and I apologize in advance for all my errors in my writings. I love to edit, but when it comes to my own things, it's harder than I think it should be. I've updated some older stories/poems so it wouldn't hurt to take a look through my old work. Also I'm trying to find something to write about and would love some feeback from watchers! Just leave a comment or note me with a topic or idea and I'll see what I can do! Much love, Zachary/Balth(y)azar/~wanderingsoul777 (https://www.deviantart.com/wanderingsoul777)/wanderingsoul777 (https://www.deviantart.com/wanderingsoul777)

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wanderingsoul777

Mar 4, 2012

Stil Here...

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Though strangely non-exsistant at the moment. This year has thrown me Extremehigh's and lows and everythign just seems to crumble lately. Mybe writing agan will help get my spirits up, but I've been hoping that for a while and nothing has turned up. Maybe this is it for me.. I don't know. Keeping you all in my thoughts, Balthy~

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wanderingsoul777

Nov 1, 2011

Amd I Just Don't Feel Happy

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What am I supposed to do when I feel like everything I've been working towards is just ultimately going to fail? Seems to me like I'm just going to have to get used to it. On another note, I'm hoping there are still people who will read this. Well, this, or anything else I write or post as well :3 I AM STILL WRITING! I just hope I haven't lost my flare, my spark, my muse. Zachary/Balthazar/wanderingsoul777 (https://www.deviantart.com/wanderingsoul777)/~wanderingsoul777 (https://www.deviantart.com/wanderingsoul777)