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It feels like so long ago That I forgot how to feel.
It has been so long.
Then, out of the darkness She says: “Yes.” My heart conflagrates As the air of passion
Passes over the pilot flame of hope.
The feeling courses through my existence Fiery as the strongest elixir
Words ring hollow against my form, Entranced by the siren song of passion.
To feel! That I forgot how! It feels like It could never happen again.
by ~Ambyyx
The WarriorThe Warrior – ColdThe Warrior
I live for the rush of battle, The panic of the fray; I run the field and listen The battle of today The screams of those who’ve fallen No agony kept at bay
Man against his brother, His brother of yesterday.
The Warrior – Warm
I live for the calm of peace, The serenity of the day. I walk the field and listen For children are at play The cheers of those who love them No compassion kept at bay
Man with his brother, His brother of today.
by ~Ambyyx
The Flickering FlameThe Flickering FlameThe Flickering Flame
A flame once inhabited my chest It roared Like an inferno Bright enough for love
It now flickers Dim,
A candle wavering in the wind
This candle Burnt nearly to the wax On the precipice of darkness It wanes, struggling to stay alight.
The unexpected A passerby Tips the stand The candle falls to the ground The flame spreads Uncontrollable, chaotic
It begs and pleads For more fuel More wind to spread the fire To ignite memories Events that will shine for
by ~Ambyyx
GoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbye
You are leaving, and I shiver, For it is cold. This feeling that fills me I’ll never See you again. Goodbye.
We walk to the place Where I will say it A hug,
a kiss. Goodbye.
I hate the word, For no part of this Is good. Goodbye.
I worry, I hope, To see you If only once more. Goodbye.
This emptiness That fills me Oh, It hurts so much The hollow cold. Goodbye.
The hug I give Full of love. The one I receive Is ju
by ~Ambyyx
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- Current Residence: Maryland
- Interests: Lots of things, but music is the most important to me.
- Favourite movie: Shawshank Redemption
- Favourite band or musician: Don't have one favorite.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock in all its glory.
- Favourite artist: Don't have one.
- Favourite poet or writer: See above.
- Favourite photographer: See above.
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Litestep
- Wallpaper of choice: Whatever looks cool at the time.
- Skin of choice: Same as wallpaper.
- Favourite game: Counter-Strike:Source
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Samus
- Personal Quote: I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, Pencil, Paper. Oh, and my brain.
- Website: http://logicgamers.com/
- Email: Blind.Sniper666@Gmail.com
- AIM: BlindSniper1337
- MSN: a.mb.ix@hotmail.com
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I really like the work you have up, man. It's all very pretty, but I enjoy the darker tones they have to them.
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It's been a while. I'm allowed to actually go on the internet right now because I'm in Maryland. I just wanted to say hi and see how you were. I hope "okay" will be the answer.
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p.s. I can certainly explain any questions you have.
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Be happy!
I try.
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