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***frostbitten*** ![]() ♥ Rock music. Teenage poetry at its best. Dancehall, hawaiian && roots. Marijuana for the soul. Screamo && ska. My sedative. Reggaeton. Tequila for the ears. There's just something about Red Horse and being legally 18. Lemons. Bailey's. Tostitos. Doritos. Ruffles w/ onion dip. Neil Gaiman's Sandman. Weiss Kreuz. Death Note. Dramione. Full House. I have a secret hobby only my sis knows -SFG. Sunset orange. Black. Hot guys in boxers. boyXboy/boylove/brokeback = HAWT. RIP Heath Ledger. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ~eargasm~ Sizzling Meat :D ![]() Rest in peace, baby. =( ![]() Will always be remembered... ![]() Here's another bad one... ![]() Ooh la la... It's Bunny the Lifeguard! sUp? | Incubus aka I Sold My Soul to The Devil Monday. 1.8.07 10:18 pm Okay so i was like browsing through some of my old stuff & i happened to see this particular poem i made 2 or 3(?) years ago haha W/e. Anihoo i just wanted to share it with you guys wehehe ;p Since i haf no idea what to blog.. lol My 1st day wasn't that interesting lol Oh yeah 'cept for the fact that English is screwin up my marks.Got 69% for English, 90% for Bio, 92% for Math, 90% for Art. Yes, SCREW English University and all the English teachers who lure you into the joys of paperball fights and forget about work! I wish i took English College now.. :( huhu Anihoo...on with the poem! ;D INCUBUS aka I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL Warm silent nights Of Chinese tea and Snapdragon… Time spent on Idle chatter and Murmurs of Life and Love and Death. I close my eyes And hear the sound of your breath And for a moment, I die. In my tongue, I taste the bitterness of chocolate; And cringe At the smell of Guilt… Me – trapped forever in that xanthic sky The emotions flood within me – As I feel the pleasure in pain. Frost Brushes against my skin, Trickling down my face, Leaving a trace of red As I watch the grotesque smiles of angels slain. Embrace silent nights Of Chinese tea and Snapdragon… Hold my hand And see the light Warm kisses by the crackling fire Keep me alive Keep me dancing to The sonata Of blood clashing with blood Only for tonight. Only for tonight. Categories: poem [t], incubus [t] 1 Comments. |
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