Smile.
BlissIts quite windy.
The sky is a very dark Grey.
And Its Cold.
The Only Thing I Can Hear Is The Wind and My Musik.
It Days Like Today That Make Me Smile.
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Hers.The sounds of the outside life drifted throught the open window. The light silver fabric of the curtain played in the faint breeze and the mirrors of windchime waved alongside, casting giddy reflections about the room.Hers.
The sunlight poured into the room, making her skin darker then the usual apple white it usually was. She sighed in her sense of satisfaction as her limbs sprawled across the simple sheets underneath her. her arm lay as it had been flung next to her only moments ago and her companions fingers drew faint circles in her palm as if in a trance.
No words were spoken. Just the heaving breathing slowing to
by ~Smozmadoz
His LossHe gazed about the room that had become his life. His mind’s prison.His Loss
The door was closed as it was always. A small film of dust masked ever surface except for a few small areas that were in constant use. Empty coffee mugs lined his dresser top, beside his bed and even the floor was scattered with the fine white porcelain.
His clothes were always tossed onto a heap bedside his bed. The mound forever growing as the sloth dictated his habits.
The sunlight cast dull shadows across the room and caught the glint off even more particles of dust which drifted lazily to the floor.
The canvas infront of him mirrored t
by ~Smozmadoz
Indecisive Writing.TAP TAP TAPIndecisive Writing.
The pen end keeps hitting the paper
TAP TAP TAP
A faint sigh.
The noise of a passing car with a pumping stereo and a dog barking floats into the open window.
A glass of water stands nearby, the condensation of the cool liquid slowly edging its way down the glass until it eventually leaves a ring mark on the wooden table.
TAP TAP TAP
Suddenly the pen moves. Writing starts to appear across the paper.
“A girl sits upon her bed…tears streaming down her face.
by ~Smozmadoz
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- Current Residence: My Garage
- Interests: Laughing. Old Rock. Piercings. Black (of course)
- Favourite movie: Pirates of the Carribean. 10 Things I Hate About You
- Favourite band or musician: Alice Cooper. Aerosmith. Black Sabbath. Mindless Self Indulgence. Evanescence. Motley Crue
- Favourite genre of music: Old Rock. Alt Rock. Metal.
- Favourite artist: Panini. Elle
- Favourite poet or writer: Adolph Hitler. Dan Brown.
- Favourite photographer: Myself.
- MP3 player of choice: My Purple Sony. (love)
- Wallpaper of choice: The Dark Red Kind
- Skin of choice: um..I Quite Enjoy Bens.
- Favourite game: Murder in the Dark. Hide and Seek.
- Favourite cartoon character: Any from Aladdin, Tarzan, Mulan or Emperors New Groove
- Personal Quote: The Bitch You Love
- Tools of the Trade: My Sarcasm. im Serious
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- MSN: smoz27@hotmail.com
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sing me something soft, sad and delicate.
or loud and out of key.
sing me anything.
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