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~sanpako

I shot the albatross.
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About Me Member Art Student sanpako19/Female/Canada Recent Activity Deviant for 6 Years
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Tell HimIf he ever stops by  Tell him I said hello  Tell him I said to let me go.   
Tell him I said  I always meant to say the words.  Tell him he meant the world to me  He was my Atlas.   
Tell him my mouth and my mind  Freeze up from time to time  And I can’t vocalize the feeling  I try to plunge into a kiss.   
Tell him looking into his eyes  Never meant nothing.  Tell him that every hand I laid on him  Was charged with words I couldn’t say.   
Tell him that I need him  His fingers twined inside my palm.  Tell him I always tried  Tell him Tell Him
by ~sanpako
BeautifulSeated beside me on the sidewalk  He spoke softly  And almost to himself.   
Saying,   
Does he ever tell you you’re beautiful?  The kind of girl diamonds are made for.   
The kind of girl dreams are made of.   
Does he ever mention how lucky he is?  Lucky as any man on earth.   
Smart, funny, caring, and courageous.   
You’d be amazing even if you weren’t beautiful.  Does he tell you you’re beautiful?   
He stood and I looked up at him.   
It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t tell me.  When he grabs my hand on the street, puts an a Beautiful
by ~sanpako
are you scared of the darkDo you remember that night,  (This was a while ago, before we were so  
Serious and official.)  We had just had sex, though we still called it fucking  Giving in to our teenage mentality.  I lay beside and on top of you, my head against your chest,  My legs wrapped up in your white linens.  I realized I knew nothing about you other than your body.  I rolled over and rested my chin on my hands and looked at you.  Your eyes were closed, but I knew you were awake by the way you were breathing.   
“What are you afraid of?”  I ask.  My voice cuts the silence cleanly as it always are you scared of the dark
by ~sanpako
So Be ItSometimes I hardly think  Past the sound of my long nails tapping on tables  Past the tip of my nose  Broken three times.   
Past my tiny ears and tiny lips  And big blue eyes  All the better to eat you with (My Dear.)  With twenty-five thousand dollar teeth.   
I often reflect on dinner,  The inside of my mouth,  About television shows, sex and shower curtains  Comic books and bandwidth.   
(Your mindset is so inconsequential, he said.  You’re so carefree and careless.  I wholly expect you to crumble under the weight of the world when it finally fu So Be It
by ~sanpako
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St. LouisMy ship sinks into that  
Fucked up grey couch  (Yes, the one we usually make out on  It’s imbedded with cat hair and  Scratched up, but you never seem to notice  And yes, my mind is in the gutter  And, no, I will not return to the street, I like it down here)   
And I think about how pathetic it is  That I’m reading the Communist Manifesto  
(4th time, HELL YES KARL MARX)  And listening to Radiohead  Non-stop 6 albums  (Thom Yorke and I are  emo kids together, don’t ask)   
AND FUCK!  You looked fucking amazing and shit  If it were the middle ages (fuck St. Louis
by ~BinhUlrik
xkitsch..This is for a boy who only loves me when no one's looking ;;  Live fast; die pretty.   
The cigarette between my fingers oozes smoke like honey, the scent sharp in our nostrils as it weaves slowly, a languid gray-black ladder, toward the ceiling. My eyes, outlined by far too much smudged black liner, reflect the climbing cancer in their glassy surfaces. Blue on the outside, gray on the inside. My whole pallid face is what tar would be if tar could be a face. I exhale and the nicotene seeps from my mouth, floating upward to rest somewhere above the air like we learned in science class.   
Your face is long and thin and xkitsch..
by ~xclockwork
orchid.adrenaline, inconviently mixed with  other unknown hormones (i shall never study  medicine) rushes thorugh my veins at  
the sight of you (you are a looker for the  ages, a Renaissance piece, if i  
must say so myself) and i  inhale (fear)  exhale (terror)  inhale (horror)  exhale (goddamn, you’re beautiful)  yet i love the fear of a beautiful face  it is  
stepping blind into a dark forest  warm and wet, inviting and shattering  my battered mind from last night’s nasty weather  let us explore the depths of everything  if everything even happens to have depths &nb orchid.
by ~BinhUlrik
In my hair        in my hair   
slowdown your kiss my love  
we're not in the movies  tonight one kiss will do  slowdown your tears my love  even if they fall as rubies  they'll break the glass your looking through   
cheat on me with your your boyfriend  some songs never end  
as words forever change  
the truth is we pretend  
that the wounds will ever mend  love it wont get strange.   
glitter in my hair fron your underwear  shooting star crash in my bed  we can blame the wine that graced our lips  but seven sips hav In my hair
by ~SarahToneDeaf
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miss you guys

Sat May 27, 2006, 1:18 AM
I really do. deviantart fades and that sucks.

seeing as how I'm around approx every 2 months or so, if anyone wants to give me a shout over msn or myspace, my handles are taco_chips@hotmail.com or myspace.com\a_taq, respectively.

I should be here a fair bit in the next little while as I try to update my poetry and page and catch up on your guy's stuff.

weird note: almost all of my poetry starts out as a slightly better idea that I couldn't verbalize properly, so I tweak it a little until it flows better, but the idea becomes quite corrupted. anyone else work like that?

-chel*z
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~junglechink Mar 8, 2007, 8:33:20 AM
sometimes, you haunt me while I dream.

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~Tamuril-Marie Jul 17, 2006, 9:50:04 PM
Just wanted to let you know that I added you into my journal, Poets On Deviantart, the link is in my sig if you'd like to visit. :p

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~xgasstationsandwichx Feb 28, 2006, 3:25:20 PM
my alternate account has a crush on your alternate account.
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~Shuki Feb 3, 2006, 7:19:44 AM
YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED

1- You can hug the person who hugged you!so HUG ME <3
2- You can't hug the person more than 2 times
3- You -MUST- hug at least 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon... don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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=Spamuel Oct 30, 2005, 7:35:52 AM
" i shot the albatross " is a fookin great name! :)

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