*sigh*
And yet for some reason, I wish poetry and literature got as much attention as artwork. But who am I kidding? I'm just as lazy as other people who don't want to read...
~M~


SomethingShe shakes now; Frustrating little earthquakes rumble up and send tremors through her frame.Something
She can't feel her fingers; Ten icy, virtually lifeless parts of her that used to create beauty and culture love.
She's having trouble seeing; Buttons are blurry, flowers are faded, and sometimes nothing is all that is there.
She is chemically altered; Good intentions have no place in a body that has been ravaged by medicine.
She's battling time; Six decades of vibrant life whittled down to an abrupt ultimatum of weeks, of months.
Yet she sits in her sister'


A-BI can't seem to write a poem for you, And my dear, I don't know why. And using this cliche rhyme scheme Simply makes me want to die.A-B
I know I could find a better way To say how much you mean to me, As well as far more eloquent words To describe the great "us" that is "we."
I could speak of all you've change in my life, And the love and light that you've created; I could say how you make it all feel better, And how you always leave me elated.
I could reference your arms as bowers, strong; Talk about finding solace in all that you are; Or yo
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// o t t o // m y . h a r r y . p o t t e r . f a n a r t ! ♥
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John Massé
Massegraphics, inc.
Las Vegas
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Andrew
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Andrew
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We are humans...
If you stab us, shall we not bleed?
If you poison us, shall we not die?
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~Mysti A. Keller a.k.a. Criom~
"I'm not bad, I was just drawn that way."
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