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SaviourWalk with me a while, won't you? Here's the path that leads to the garden Past the garden is the old church Here's the church, Here's the steeple, Open those doors You'll find the people Their eyes are white Their hair is blackSaviour
Don't look now
They're coming to take you
Beyond your dreams
You'll fly above the towers
Through the clouds
The sun will rise Above the sea To reveal a city
There's the city
Where he awaits To take what is truly yours But another waits to Save you
by ~DarcyM-M
One Two ThreeOne lonely brown cow takes the longest journey One lost soul treads the hardest pathOne Two Three
Two broken hearts mend one another Two threads keep the thick
Three fruits satisfy the men of the vine Three stones tread waters of doubt & artful teasing
by ~DarcyM-M
AntsShe used to keep an ant farm Until they flooded them out Now she watches them crawl Up and down the hallway Across window panes and gum-stained streets They never stop, they never falter Seem to drop like rain Carrying more than they can handle, Like her They're justAnts
the same
Wish upon a star tonight Hope it will come true
Gallop across the seas of light
Now your dead you can't look back Now your dead your gone
by ~DarcyM-M
Black Heart BoyBlack Heart Boy,Black Heart Boy
I can wait, You pinkie promised that you would come back So here I am Arms wide open, heart on show Waiting for my Black Heart Boy
My friend, we're an hourglass on its last grain An animal caught in a busy street There is no other fate but this
of which you cannot change,
Death has kindly stopped for you So please, do not refrain
Haven't I given you enough of my soul Simply being to keep you alive
Tapping on the keyboard Staring past the train You missed it and now it's gone
Find your wings Thos
by ~DarcyM-M
Favourites
bird wings.theres a girl who has irses the colour of running ink. she covers canvasses with blood-red paint and covers note books in everything she wishes she could be. hanging red canvasses on the blue walls in her room sometimes make her feel as though she's burning. when she comes home from school she lays on her bed and she cries, burning from the inside out.bird wings.
- theres a girl who spends her nights curled in a ball, in the park behind her house. her cheeks are decorated in purple-blue-black bruises and her tights are ripped. i want to hold her to my chest and run my fingers through her sienna hair; hold her hands and kiss her finger
by ~BlackMagicBoy
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Would You?
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Australia
- Interests: music, art, writing
- Favourite movie: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
- Favourite band or musician: Belle and Sebastian
- Favourite genre of music: indie
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Brigid Lowry, Erica-Jay
- Favourite style of art: all
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod
- Shell of choice: pretty ones?
- Favourite cartoon character: Howl
- Personal Quote: Some things are not important
- Tools of the Trade: watercolour pencils
- Email: dizzydarcy@gmail.com
- MSN: dizzydarcy@gmail.com
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Journal History
- Oct 7, 2009 Would You?
- Sep 29, 2009 Hope Will Bring This Being to Life
- Aug 21, 2009 Dear Mooshie
- Aug 13, 2009 No Possibility Beyond Impossibility
- Jul 21, 2009 I Am Going To Be Small
- Jul 8, 2009 And They Wonder
- May 8, 2009 Better2
- Apr 9, 2009 Eyes
- Mar 27, 2009 Better
- Mar 27, 2009 Of Montreal
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I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve.
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sometimes I think, sometimes I don't
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sometimes I think, sometimes I don't
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We don't wake up
every morning and go,
Thank God, another day.
Yet every time we take in a breath,
it's a gift.
Johnny Depp
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sometimes I think, sometimes I don't
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"We're all mortal .. the old must make way for the young, otherwise there would be mo promotion." -Alexander Dumas
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sometimes I think, sometimes I don't
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A million possible paths, a million possibe lives. And I got this, chose this. Now I'm here with a million regrets, a million thoughts running through my head. What if? What if..? Will I get a second chance?
~You cannot stop a person who is ready to die~
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