Back to basics: Step 1
Arthur
JJC
Outgrowing 17
Dreamer
Poet
Lover
Atheist
Left-Handed Saggitarian
My passions: Step 2
Food
Company
Writing
Movies
Music
Debates
What i am: Step 3
Strengths:
Confident
Sensitive
Eloquent
Weaknesses:
Paranoid
Unorganized
Careless
Dreams of a globetrotter wannabe: Step 4
Paris
Shanghai
London
Gold Coast
Japan(Tokyo)
Rome
Taiwan
Hong Kong
New York
San Francisco
South Korea
Wishlist
My own domain
Scholarship
To publish a book
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Layout: vehemency
Icon: reruntherace
The sun sets,
the night creeps.
The cold ever so binding,
the dark shrouding like plague.
Those eyes, ocher,
ever glowering.
It gets to me,
even in the darkest of nights.
It burns like frost,
not one left unscathed.
The chill bites in ravishment,
body torn and lacerated.
A contract of my soul,
one that clings to flesh and blood.
The covenant,
spellbound.
Indemnification,
unnegotiable.
Convalescence was a dream,
only to be fulfilled in death.
Author: Arthur
Labels: Breaking Dawn, Cullen, Eclipse, Edward, Isabella, Meyer, New Moon, Poem, Stephenie, Swan, Twilight
it will wither.
Wither it will,
falling petals gently embrace the wind.
On the bed of winter's frost,
it lies undisturbed.
In spring's river,
carried across the greatest seas.
For summer will come,
love will seed.
Autumn's prelude.
When love blossoms,
rain faintly comes to life,
for heaven knows it will wither once more.
Labels: Poem
Pride trampled,
Dignity crumbled.
Like thieves cornered,
Desperate and hungry.
For freedom is a crime,
don a suit of celebration and mime.
For mimes are dumb,
We are left with naught.
Labels: Poem