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No, that's not a picture of me...
(Although... minus the hairy chest, long hair, beard... knife, no, never m\ind. I just don't have a pic of myself, sorry. Here's
a self portrait in ASCII, #: >B-|-< HA! well that was fun...
So, I've been mulling over the whole 'biography' thing for a while and finally thought of something to add. I've come to the conclusion biography's are best left to writers and too be written about people of interest or who've made a difference (not me, I've never been very good at writing; style, grammar or otherwise... that and my life is full of emptiness...) : _(j/k xD
But seriously... I first took an interest in poetry because of a little movie called... 'Il Postino' (I love foreign films) If you haven't seen or heard about this movie (find it and watch it!) It's about a postman who uses poetry to win over the heart of the woman he desires and loves... sappy, but I still liked the story, whatever, the real kicker is Pablo Neruda Aka NeftalĂ Ricardo Reyes Basoalto is the man who helps this postman with his poetry. It made me look into Pablos' works(W-O-W! ! ! I love his stuff) , you could say he really opend my eye's too. Oh, right, a little about moi: S/M/NS PS PW PL, leather, sunroof, good on gas, needs a little TLC(Nothing a little Bondo* won't fix...) : D
...don't take me too serious, though... maybe it's time we did get serious, before it's too late. >whew< Okay so that's my story. And now I think I've developed carpal tunnel syndrome... Again, sorry, no offense intended.
Her hair is sleek, burnt black in a strange disarray
Her lips who knows what lurks there- kisses stollen from innocence lost
where unseen serpents glide
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Keeping silent
Every day I pray
Now is the time I have to live
Nyx will beckon and to she I will say
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Often our mind as beings blend
Very seldom meeting twixt
Ever making morsels mount
Rivals reeling, nature does mend
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-Created using DadaDodo, Canada School of Public Service Controlled Vocabulary,
some of my poetry & slight sentence structure (... with more interesting results)
Up now Nix, nest and that's no light,
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-Created using DadaDodo, Canada School of Public Service Controlled Vocabulary,
some of my poetry & slight sentence structure (... with interesting results)
knight;
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