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About Me Member Experimental Photographer Chris-Willingham23/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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A piece together, but apart.

Tue Nov 24, 2009, 2:22 AM
I'm not sure where these came from. I think that I wrote them tonight. Maybe they were brewing in my mind for years. Sitting on the edge, waiting for a medium. I haven't really looked over them and I feel like doing so would be a crime, so I'll just post them as is.

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Our flesh burns together
Covered in thorns.
Dying forever.
Forever scorned.

Tonight I buried her.
I buried her tonight...

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Nobody knows.
They could have had it anyday.
They chose to push it all away.
Fear of love and of hope.
Fear that they couldn't cope.
Desserts are lonely places,
When you chose to make the journey alone.

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Our love is covered in blood
Because we've let things go too far.
You hint and you toss around my feelings.
But you'll never tell me how you feel
And you'll never admit when things seems right
Because you're just as scared as I.

There ain't nothing like a pick me up to get me down.

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Country gets me down
Punk brings me up to crash me into the ground.
Classic rock only makes me hate life,
And Beethoven reminds me too much of my father.
Indie makes me feel too hipster,
And blues, well you know just what they do.
But you, you'll always be worth listening too because you always bring joy into the me.

  • Mood: Anxious

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Temporarily St. Louis, MO...hopefully.
  • Interests: Abandoned Buildings, Art, The Bill of Rights, Clouds, Driving, Exploring, Penguins, People, Words.
  • Favourite movie: Harold and Maude, Annie Hall, SLC Punk.
  • Favourite genre of music: If you're picky about what you listen to, then you're bound to miss something beautiful.
  • Favourite artist: Edward Hopper, René Magritte, Salvador Dali.
  • Favourite poet or writer: René Descartes, John Milton.
  • Favourite photographer: Edward Weston, James Nachtwey, Diane Arbus.
  • Skin of choice: Mine.
  • Favourite game: 13 Dead End Drive...and the dating game (reality edition).
  • Personal Quote: When life gets you down, kick a baby.
  • Tools of the Trade: Nikon D300, Canon Digital Rebel, Nikon D2X, SINAR P3, Mamiya RZ7, Holga.

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Comments


:iconjenny-fur-tography:
thanks for the fave :)

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Love, Jen*
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Portfolio
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:iconjadefyres-freedom:
Hi random deviant! :)

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:iconchris-willingham:
Well hello to you too random stranger.

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"Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see."-Arthur Schopenhauer
:iconjadefyres-freedom:
:D

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My portfolio: [link]
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Global Warming Initiative Contest
:iconjenny-fur-tography:
thanks for the fave :)

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Love, Jen*
:heart:

Portfolio
:sushi:
:iconchris-willingham:
No prob.

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To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer.
:icongeoparanoid:
thank you for your fave. i really appreciated it :sun:

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Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.
(Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.)

How come I end up where I had started?
:iconchris-willingham:
No problem.

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To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer.
:iconjo24:
stunning gallery^^

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:blackrose: "We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst." :blackrose:


-William Hill
:iconchris-willingham:
Thanks so much.

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To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer.

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