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About Me Member Wannabe Poet William Bailey. Call me TJ.16/Male/United States

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The breeze coming from the shore nearby weaved through my hair pleasantly. The salty air fluttering to my nostrils felt like a call from the sea. "Come join me," it repeated over, and over. I wanted to join the beautiful sea, to roll with her lustrous waves and her vibrant currents. I was born to be with her. However, my captor stripped me of my birthright, leaving me with nothing.
"Move on, ye twit. You have no reason to be dawdling about, Mr. Pirate." the jailer said to me in an annoyed tone. It seemed to me that he thought he was talking to some

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NovemberOn a soft November kiss with those soft November lips, I just want you to know.
In that moment of bliss, I fell in love. November
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Pow.Sauntering, sauntering, sauntering. It seems that's all life can do these days. A nice steady pace, I welcome it. Maybe the flowers will bloom. Pow.
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MorningA giant Sun    blesses our melancholy mountains and hills, with a blanket of warm
yellow.
Golden rays    reach their vibrant fingertips     out to the rest of the world.
Birds sing simple songs    as if they were only to you, and the melody never changes.
The wind dances with small blades of grass,    inviting you to come in the golden morning light.
Trees sway,    branches raised in the air, praising the bright visage that has risen, as its golden drops c Morning
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GrindWhen your dreams, are crushed by the mallet of reality.
Broken bits    shattered across a broken floor, creating galaxies
   upon galaxies, of those little fragments of hope.
Just wake up. Grind
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Devious Info

Current Residence: A house.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: xSmall - Small.
Interests: Nature, people, art, music, philosophy. :]
Favourite movie: Pulp Fiction.
Favourite band or musician: Oooh, tough one.
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative/Indie.
Favourite artist: Wayyyy too many.
Favourite poet or writer: Also, way too many, although, I enjoy Charles Bukowski, I write a bit like him.
Favourite photographer: Cristian-M as of right now, his nature shots are amazing.
Operating System: Windows XP...FTW.
MP3 player of choice: None.
Shell of choice: Turtle, thank you.
Skin of choice: Meh, I'm not racist.
Favourite game: I would have to say. The Legend of Zelda, Mario, Oblivion.
Favourite gaming platform: Oooh, toughy.
Favourite cartoon character: Johnny Bravo.
Personal Quote: Hi.
Tools of the Trade: My hands, and my mind.

Hmm,

Mon Feb 2, 2009, 5:21 PM

Seems pretty desolate around here. I can see the dust bunnies gathering and the tumbleweeds rolling on by. Perhaps it's time to lock down this old ghost town?

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