I don't on this hardly at all any more.
Probably because I've never been able to use words to express myself.
Lucky
Lucky
Lucky
Me.
Gosh I need to seriously get on it with my art.
I'll never make it if I don't.


Held BackHeld BackHeld Back
Whos really the captor in this masquerade Is it you Or could it be me Do we really know
Are we simply pretending Am I the only one lying This relationship feels so one-sided Is it not
Am I jumping to falsified conclusions Simply because Im the only one With something to hide Even though I told you
It was nothing It is nothing Its everything Though it can never be spoken
A finalized silenced existence Something that never was Never will be Never even had the possi


Terrible WriterIt was a warm early night in Paris/Rome. Early enough for the air to still hold tight to the previous heat of the day, but night would be drawing close soon. Soon the parties, operas, and other fantasies would seek a place to rest, an end to the fun previously had. This never quite held true for her though. Often she was the only thing keeping the sprawling fantasies alive at night, the only one to suspend the open opera doors, and the life of the party that refused to die out with the fickle candle flames.Terrible Writer


Cell phone poetAs I'm sitting here surrounded by all the noise and pointless chatter a single thought tries with all its might to escape me However, my grip is unrelenting I want you Want you to be my bride in suffering Want you to be my everything and never let me go Want you to be my queen beyond a doubt Want you to be my greatest and most inspiring subject Not to mention my most beautiful work of Art You see, I want you to want me I need you to need me All this, however, is in utter vain I'll take a step toward your grace only to be met with rapid withdrawl and scond guessing intervaCell phone poet
rydon will live on 4ever lol
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tell me where our time
went and if it was time
well spent just dont let me
fall asleep feeling empty again
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farewell to false pretention
farewell to H O LL O W words
farewell to fake affection
farewell, tomorrow burns
'sixteen' from Demon Hunter
look at my gallery i think i have some other works better than that one!
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Something4YourBodyYourMindYourSoul...justDropIt
Sorry4MyEnglish--> ISPEAKITALIAN!
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There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.
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Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall
~ Confucius
I'm Thrust in the G1 Crew on DA
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