Him in Red

Sonnet XVII will not weep for the lost serenade Or the blaze of the tumbling thunder Or reach for the arms of a renegade Though I ache for the lust of deep slumber, Or sigh at the song of the nightingale As the tide of the moon draws me nearer The romance of passion has waxed stale And the stains in your eyes now burn clearer. Solemn oaths sworn in trysts have no meaning Save for stunned worship of stars in the sky- I refuse to be roused by false feeling Now the bright sun which you vowed by has died. You were no more than a skipping shadow Eclipsing true love's everlasting gSonnet XVI

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nothing worth having comes easy... [link]
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"One is never so dangerous than when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush." - Marquis de Sade
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...erm... ah. opps. holy hell that was a mistake.
I also find that I can't just go ahead and write something. Very occasionally, I get inspired, and I have to do something with it. If I try to force myself to write, I'm not happy with the results.
Photography is even worse. I know nothing about it. I just got a few lucky shots and tried to make the most of them.
Keep at it. As long as you enjoy doing it, it doesn't really matter.
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"One is never so dangerous than when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush." - Marquis de Sade
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Punctuation is NOT my strong point
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Hamster...
A Dentist...
Hard Porn...
Steven Seagull...
Warrior...
This Rifle...
In Me...
The Fishmaster!!!
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