Troy907

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I see you by Troy907, literature

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I see you

I see you I see this beautiful mask that you wear. and I see your fear of letting someone in... I see such strength in you.. The tenderness in your eyes. The kindness in your soft kiss... I see the deeper beauty in you .... I see every curve on your beautiful face. I see where your teardrops filled with love and pain fall from your cheeks .... the Gentle curves that guide some tears to your lips... I see where every Tear helped make you this beautiful person you are.. I see you when you smile... I see the kindness and love behind your smile ... I feel the kindness and love in your gentle soft touch so soft.. I see through yo

He Is by Troy907, literature

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He Is

He is Marvelous A beauty to Be had His body with its chiseled curves His large hands As I gazed upon him I noticed his perfect form And his very chiseled abs Not a blemish to be had As I touched his pale white body So smooth Almost soft to be exact His hair so full and curls A plenty Who is this beautiful man With perfect form A work of art to be adored Timeless in his form. His name is David. By Michael Angelo.

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new god by Troy907, literature

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new god

New gods Welcome to the new age . Where your new god is your T.V. Like mindless blobs You sit Transformed Mezmerize Hypnotized Fixed on the Misery of others As its Teaching our young to hate. Kneel down Give praise to your new god The TV. as the news spreads hate and fear. It's all washed in lies. Come people stand in line . It's black Friday As you punch and trample over Your mother For the low price On your god the TV Your kids are brain washed Taught to hate Hypnotized And taught to live in fear. Your God in an instant spreads lies to the masses. As you si

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Sometimes by Troy907, literature

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Sometimes

Sometimes Sometimes as i walk down life's road, and You see my painted smile, it helps hide Those tears inside, and sometimes I cry. Behind my smile sometimes I cry. A lover lost a love that's gone. Sometimes I walk alone with this painted smile Up on my face. And Sometimes when I'm alone And my smile is gone Sometimes I cry and I think of you Sometimes. Even in death love does not rest.

vampire . by Troy907, literature

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vampire .

I saw the vampires last night ... Racing out , out into the midnight air.. I saw them last night under the Moonlight .. Moonlight so bright it pierced the mist of the night.. Darkness surrounds There pale white skin so pale it shines with luster against the darkness and lacks any signs of life .. The fast chatter from there lips I hear them speak ... but can't understand.. just a faded shaded image blurring against the darkened painted pallet of nights life ... As I hide in the shadows... Hoping they not see.. I saw the vampires...

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dancer on the sand by Troy907, literature

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dancer on the sand

...Dancer on the sand...... Oh thy paradise of fear fraught with lasting woe, did I request thee maker of clay to mould me man, that i would know passion and love and hate by thy hands. Only to stand against thy Hora,thy manipulation, as you tortured my soul.. demons in your shadows locked behind your doors, we all have ours.. The fear of being broken and cracked , oh maker of clay... Even in your cold paradise so too is fear that waits.. Lost forever i might have been.. it was her light that saved me from your hands......my muse that dances on the sand..

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I see you.

I saw you though my eyes were closed the smell of Jasmine and Honeysuckle Rose... the sweet mist of the Desert Air I saw you though you were not there.... the laughter in your voice I hear it's so clear . I heard you but you were not there ... I felt your soft kiss upon my lips like like petals from a rose. You spoke to me soft and slow. I open my eyes but you where not there.. Dam this life and the demons that haunt me here... I closed my eyes again but you were not there..

Wicked Tongue by CloudNumber8, literature

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Wicked Tongue

I will open my curtains tonight Before I relinquish my bones to sleep So I can rise and shine with the sun At an incline that is not quite as steep And I will plan my daily routine So I am not required to interact With anyone or with anything Other than my path crossing black cat I am the ghost of your former love I am the spirit of your last best friend Remember when I said I need you Well I will not be needing you again Never forget I am someone's brother Never forget that I am someone's son Remember this when you throw your stones And you lash out with your wicked tongue

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Mar 18
United States
Deviant for 6 years
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I love all art ,poetry, painting, sculptures, music, i love to read..
favorite poets, Ginsberg, Kerouac, frost, Poe, shake spear, Matsuo Basho, Kimiko Hahn...i have had poetry published. I am 47 years young, i have had P.T.S.D. for years, some days are better than others. nightmares keep me up. so i write to help myself. i am quite speak softly. i have been shot stabbed by my father, tormented by a hateful narcissist ex. ...my lover and childhood friend died in my arms due to my mistakes , she was the one for all times, my life has been tragic this is true, i don't want or ask for pity or sympathy.
just understanding , this is my life this is who i am.
yes in my past i have thought of suicide. but i am a fighter and i am alive i love i hate i cry i am human after all. i thought it not fair to put those i love through the hell i have endured. so i carry on with my life with the understanding and wisdom i have learned. pass it down to my kids and hope they never have to feel as i have..
we artist are tortured souls, its funny how that works.. take van gogh His suicide at 37 followed years of mental illness a tortured soul its true...., im writing a book i hope to finish some day. six kids three adopted yes they know and one grand daughter. my kids are my life .i love the outdoors hiking fishing camping, this is me this my BIO, this is my life..thank you for reading,,