new to deviantim new to deviantart
its refreshing to have people reading and commenting on my work even after the first day
id appreciate all critism so dont be afraid to tell me im shit
tho if u do id like some reasons to work on lolNewest
Walking steakWaiter, waiter! My steak just walked straight off my plate and around the table! It looked at me It breathed my air You think I can eat something with such cute innocent eyes? Do you really think me so heartless? Waiter, waiter! Get me a blindfoldWalking steak
by ~chameleon23
A box of chocolatesI am a box of chocolatesA box of chocolates
Which one's your favourite Darling? Mine's strawberry too! We have so much in common
And what of caramel swirls? Really?? Well ofcourse I hate them too
To be honest I dont know
anything
about who I am
So with that off my chest
For you Who I am is
anything that you want me to be For you my bittwersweet darling
I am a box of chocolates
by ~chameleon23
thoughtsOnce you understand That you ownthoughts
nothing You realise how much Everything Belongs to you
by ~chameleon23
SleepSleep Save me from todays mistakes I am weak But your crippling darknessSleep
Saves me
To wake another morning
With the sun shining upon my face And wish for the time When I will Bathe in your embrace once more Snug and warm Blinding me from falling chaos that echoes around
me; alone But not by myself In this surreal dream thay envisions a perfect world, from our not so perfect
reality
I slumber In ignorant bliss
by ~chameleon23
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The TicketThe TicketThe Ticket
By Tortured Syntax, 2007
When Matthew Blake had finished his History class, he had to face the unpleasant fact that this was his last chance to get a ticket. He had been putting it off for weeks. He had pretended he was too busy, even though he knew that the task did not have to take more than two or three minutes. All he had to do was walk into the Dean’s Office and say, “Could I please have a ticket to the Fifth Form dance?”
For anyone else this would have been a very simple task, but it made him shudder. He would have glad
by ~tortured-syntax
A Bloody DisgraceA Bloody DisgraceA Bloody Disgrace
By Tortured Syntax
August 2005
The year I was expelled from Capital College I had a History teacher called Macquarie. He had been teaching there since the early eighties and must have been at least in his mid forties, but his hair and beard were still strikingly red. Whenever I envisaged myself as an adult, my future self always looked a lot like him. Every morning as I was trudging up the drive, Mr Macquarie would drive past in his dark green Honda Civic. I would wave, and he would give me a stern nod of acknowled
by ~tortured-syntax
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only photos of me atm lol but you could check them out anyway
his page looked pretty empty with one watcher and one friend, so yeah just thought i'd tell ya haha
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Cross-Eyed Mary
people fav my work but none care to see what's next haha
why'd you cry bout me not txting back, i txted you a couple days and you didn't reply! haha
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Cross-Eyed Mary
Check this song [link] ,
The best rap ever!!!!!!
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You're sad?
First ask yourself, does it even worth to be sad about some shit?
No one is better artist than some one els,
there's just people who like someone's art more than other's art
so keep on drawing!
you sombab**ch!
just kidding
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"The significant owl hoots in the night"
watch me back!
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"The significant owl hoots in the night"
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Cross-Eyed Mary
this is awesome haha thanks 4 introducing me 2 it, check out my other poems, i added another 6
and don't call me disney!!
dick
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Cross-Eyed Mary
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You're sad?
First ask yourself, does it even worth to be sad about some shit?
No one is better artist than some one els,
there's just people who like someone's art more than other's art
so keep on drawing!
you sombab**ch!
just kidding
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