It'll probably be even longer, though I'm not sure. Meanwhile, I'm still finding poetry, including a piece called "A Reverie of Vertigo"...one of my best.
That is it for now...
Zo.
ps- all of you suck for not posting a comment on "The Lost Age"....


The Lost AgeThe Lost AgeThe Lost Age
There I stood those days, the endless evenings of dreams. How I remember what I was before the grip of decay had wrought me so.
An adult, fresh from the whims of childhood. Alone, there, I stood. Brown eyes enlarged from innocence and eyeliner stains.
A time when I claimed to know the ephemeral and the tragedy of being. Angelicly good, yet connivingly evil;
utterly immersed within my own poetic obbsessions~ absorbed within myself.
Passive yet passionate. Unabashedly emotional.
A masochist allowing my deepest parts to be naked and sprawled open
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Welcome to Devart, I hope you many friends! (how you did find me, curious nyaa?)
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech. --Simonides
the Unknown Artists Project
first submission. a bit old but still here nonetheless.
Zo.
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