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All The Diseases You Could Be"babe" isn't my name but it's all you call me i'm not yours to claim you're just a disease: the butterflies in my chest? mid-systolic heart mumur, you see and you're deadly at best but to a tolerable degree the sense of bliss? just maybe somehow i got syphilis you never know, now. lastly, that warmth at the back of my skull? tumour, says dr. theromstat that's why my skin is dull but eventually, in the end you'll die before me by a disease you can't mend a little thing called HIV.All The Diseases You Could Be
how you like that, "babe"?
by ~anbaru
Songs for the weaktoday, i'll sing you a song of disappointment for the love letters you should have left unsentSongs for the weak
tomorrow, i'll sing of someone else's pain and his head spins, the way you leave him insane
wednesday, i'll sing a ballad of rejection which, coincidentally, comes just before neglection
the next day, i'll sing a song of my acceptances i don't mind if you speak only of your own romances
friday, my voice will ring the loudest when i sing of my heart's state of unrest
saturday and sunday will remain undecided for in the end, you have left me so unguide
by ~anbaru
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maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrowShe was cute, funny, and timid; sitting three rows behind him; never speaking; laughing at his innocent clumsiness. By the subtle glances he thought they exchanged, he knew she was something special. She captivated his sorrowed tongue, deleted the salt from his spellbound eyes, evaporated the polluted puddle careening in his train-wrecked past, and he didn’t even know her name.maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow
You see, his previous infatuation wasted a year from his already-dwindling life, and his tolerance for heartache increased with every reminder of his infected memory. He tamed nostalgia with painkillers and poetr
by *ChloroformBoy
What Love Is NotLove is not something you canWhat Love Is Not
hold in your hands
and tarnish like brass.
It cannot be described by children making wishes in pen-flicks
that one day their poems might come true.
It is not about all the displaced "lovers" lamenting touches and stolen things they so readily gave away- hearts, lungs, lips, private places they tried to fill with empty words and longing.
Love is not a disease,
nor a biological metaphor for chaos,
nor the sum of all your words or mine.
It is something more.
by =bekkia
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- Current Residence: Toronto~!
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: ...small? o.o
- Interests: anime/manga, singing, drawing, reading, and pocky x]
- Favourite movie: Spirited Away or FFVIIAC ^^
- Favourite band or musician: Big Bang and Linkin Park. two very different styles of music, but i love them both♥
- Favourite genre of music: r&b, rock, j-pop, k-pop
- Favourite poet or writer: edgar allen poe, oscar wilde
- Operating System: windows XP
- Shell of choice: thalassa shell =]
- Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts I & II, Dynasty Warriors 3 & 5, Legend of Mana
- Favourite gaming platform: ps2 xD the only one i own.
- Favourite cartoon character: does hello kitty count? ^^
- Tools of the Trade: Sony DSC-W35 lol. sanford ebony pencil and any other pencil i find lying around
- Email: ambar.soekardji@hotmail.com
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