on Symphony of Despairs by Prince of Void
22 Aug 2004, 12:26 PM
Enriched by too many big words, demanding more than a second reading to mean our world so full of despairs of
In the wildest of imagination, a queen would not stoop down to the "sand" to play with a dreamer and that is the very fun denid us for no longer being seven.
To call this very fun hell, is to lampoon the heaven e no longer can have with the "sand", simply becos we are grown ups
How I would want to be seven again and dream a queen who would take the sand for heaven.
To call this very fun hell, is to lampoon the heaven e no longer can have with the "sand", simply becos we are grown ups
How I would want to be seven again and dream a queen who would take the sand for heaven.
on some deleted poem
28 Feb 2004, 6:58 PM
vivid. The Eve's inheritance or better still the Eve's curse causing pain, bringing life on...this poem is a vivid picture
In life unend we have in a way subvert the conspiracy of time, even when you mean to say death.