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A Real Cowboy's Dream by pyro-457, literature

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A Real Cowboy's Dream

The stallions snorted and whinnied as the men tapped with their spurs. Some slid while others would glide along in their saddles. The running, turning, kicking, roping, horses, and bulls all in one sport, and one little boy stood back and waited. Waited, for the one chance that he might get to ride one of the beautiful, and majestic brown horses. That rodeo wasn't meant for that poor boy though, even though he, out of everyone else there, wanted and deserved it the most. At the end, while everyone was clearing out the stadium, the little boy, with his pale-blue eyes, short and curly rust-red hair, always stayed, waiting, listening for h

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The Fall of Roderick Usher by pyro-457, literature

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The Fall of Roderick Usher

I came to a house that seemed a bit odd, with crumbling stones and windows aloft. This place seemed dead, so dreary and dense I could barely breathe with only one glance. Nothing seemed right with a crack and a break. This was the House of Usher, the place where my comrade stays so under. As I enter the walls tower high and the Gothic architecture catches my eye. I was led down a hall to meet my old friend, and found him to be cadaverous, almost at his end. His dreary life was reflected by his house making anyone depressed, even a mouse. That day I saw his sister her cataleptical style left me in a stupor. I stayed for a while

Soaring by pyro-457, literature

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Soaring

Running down the road I see everything you've done for me. You gave me food, You gave me drink, You made me wise so now I think. I've tried to fly to You before and when I fell you made me soar. You made me more than I have now so when I die I'll know just how I'll know just how You love me still and shall always make my every will. You'll make me happy all the time so if I falter You'll remind that I am Yours and that I'll stay mine is Yours all the way until this day when my life is spent You sent your angels to my defense. Today You send them to take my soul and bring me home as a whole. Bring me close to You, O Lord fo

Float or Swim by pyro-457, literature

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Float or Swim

Tingling on my toes and feet. Nibbling at my back so sweet. I dose off as I float along; I let the fish come for fun. As my mind wanders off my body stays just bobbing soft. Soon I dive into the deep making friends and acting sweet. I start to swim and play along as the fish sing their song. When I ask if I can go they quickly tell me no. They want me there although I'm dull but to them I'm just a doll. I finally break away from them and go back to my boring den. I fall asleep and when I wake I find myself in the lake. Still floating in the water deep; the fish remind me of the sleep. I swim to shore and go back home. I w

My Angel by pyro-457, literature

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My Angel

No matter where I go I know that you're there. Even if I've been hiding from you, I know that you'll find me. Nothing that I do can turn your head, I know that you'll always keep your eyes on me. When I'm in danger, I know you'll protect me. If I'm afraid, I know that you'll be beside me. Most importantly, When it's my time to die, I know that you'll be there to take me home.

Thinking About Grandma by pyro-457, literature

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Thinking About Grandma

We were little and ran about. In the doors and then back out. Vying for hugs and kisses all. Grandma was at least ten feet tall. Eating her pickles, collecting the eggs time for each none had to beg. Growing, coming back, oh, now and then. Girls and boys becoming women and men. Kneeling and praying, giggling pushed down 'cause she said it so sweet with that "HAIL Mary" sound. Grandma's potatoes, green beans the best. Coffee and talking and laughter no less. Then quiet and peaceful, nod-off, short sleep. Then popping awake the next one to greet. Slow gentle moving, fading in time. Our turn to comfort, yours just to shine. Rest

Life Really Sucks by pyro-457, literature

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Life Really Sucks

Life really sucks when nobody sees you, when nobody loves you, when nobody cares. Life really sucks when you're all alone, when nobody's home, when the fun has all gone. Life really sucks when the job's come and gone, when nothing's all your own, when nothing takes you home. And life really sucks, when everyone you love is now gone, and you're all alone. But you're not alone, somebody's home, somebody's there to care and love, to give and bring fun, to live and bring you home. Now life doesn't suck, it's full and happy, for God alone needs to love me, and nothing could be better then that.

Bell of Life and Death by pyro-457, literature

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Bell of Life and Death

Everyday I walked around, trying to find the sound. I heard it once when I was young, and then again when my life was almost done. I couldn't figure out what it might be, when I heard it out at sea. At first I thought it was the buoy, then I thought it was my call to duty, but when I reported to my station, nothing was there for my imagination. The ship was empty, I was alone, but something was there to follow me home. Once again I heard the sound, it turned me entirely around. I turned so quick that it moved the ship towards the coral reef of no return where I found my eternal yearn. I finally found the sound, but it was s

Snow by pyro-457, literature

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Snow

White stuff glittering in the sun, cold stuff falling all around. I can't find anything warm, and this stuff keeps coming in a swarm. What's going on out here, it won't quit sticking in my hair? It's so pretty and so light, but now it's disappearing from my sight. Where are you going, I want you to keep on coming? Keep falling from the sky, keep sparkling in my eye. What is this stuff I find so lovely, it rolls into balls so white and fluffy. It's melting in my hands, it's bleeding water onto the land. It's so strange to see coming, when it moves like leaves in the wind blowing. Not like water, not like rain, more like pape

A Poem Just For You by pyro-457, literature

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A Poem Just For You

Your hair beginning to silver, strand by strand in every sliver. Every streak telling a story, one by one, showing your worry. Nothing can express your love, although you try with one big hug. Tears falling, keeping ours comp'ny, calming words coming out so simply. What would we ever do without you, you look over us watching everything we do? God has blessed us greatly, giving us our angel so heavenly. We love you so much and we always will with not much fuss. Stay with us my dear, and live your life with no more fear. In Dedication to my mommy!

The Storm by pyro-457, literature

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The Storm

The days beginning to fade away to night, everything now dark that once was full of light. Childhood laughter turning to grown scorn, sisters turning on each other at the sound of the teenage horn. Spring showers turning to massive storms, destruction and despair from something that so gently forms. Gentle clouds colliding to create twisters, twirling out of control, pronouncing its many bickers. Rain blowing up, constantly freezing, quickly falling, always destroying. In a single night one can see God's mighty fury mimicking our everyday scurry. Everything can go from good to bad, from being happy to sad. Yet, after every burst

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The pathetic vomitting sulker by wein, literature

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The pathetic vomitting sulker

Those years are going, dying out so calmly, without agony Yesterday, became last year, then becoming half a decade ago And where are those times? Where are those years? Those years, where nothing could be thrown away Those years, where I was just fulfilled with joy and pain Half a decade ago, I was just a gonna be Now am just the past of myself, dying out, slowly With mostly everyone becoming someone And no past fun to be sought again... While tears may come an fill my eyes again and again Those incredible moments would just be forgotten Erased by the weight of time and actual itches And shadowed by age and its perpetual decomposi

From life to death and back... by wein, literature

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From life to death and back...

Last night I saw a boy, so cute, always smiling, always laughing… His hair always wet, playing under the rain Full of charm and self-confidence Always saying that one day he'll be someone great And loving every little thing unconditionally Last night, I saw a corpse, or was it… Lying on a bed, white and cold Broken, unanimated, eyes open With alcohol and pills in the veins Perspiration on the forehead Thinking of how hell might look like With his life now to an end, or was it… Last night I saw a guy, confident, loving and loved With some kind of anguish on his face With a bit of nostalgia always in his heart With friends there

Erratic Thoughts by wein, literature

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Erratic Thoughts

Unconditionally venerating past heroes, lost in gloom Forgetfully dancing under the stars on a cold night With their crowns withered by time passing endlessly So who can remember, who can pull out a tear on their deeds Bury them, in a golden grave, with red and white flowers Your smile when I water flowers during a storm The red in your eyes after those white nights studying The tear on your cheek in the morning when you wake up All so true compared to you anyway... Like those little scars you once called kisses With those big yellow hugs you gave me Burning one, and another under the rain Building my grave, going under with hast

Giving Myself Away... by wein, literature

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Giving Myself Away...

Life taught me to die, slowly, amusingly in agony Taking each shot with a smile, fearlessly Love taught me to hate others unconditionally Building my own prison with my heart And reason taught me to be proud, only proud Granting others the pleasure to venerate Letting them spit on me rationally... Scars on my soul, scars in my mind That will never fade away, significantly And remain like a strident sound heard endlessly But who is at fault for all my sorrows And towards whom will my finger point Who will be the subject of my lie This time like all the others! Lies taught me to to live on and on Who I am really don't matter anym

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A Poem Just For You by pyro-457, literature

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A Poem Just For You

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: In my chair at a computer
Favourite genre of music: Country/Celtic
Favourite photographer: Me
Favourite style of art: Traditional & Anime
Operating System: Dell
MP3 player of choice: Wishful thinking, much too poor for that; plus they suck
Skin of choice: Nobody's but my own
Favourite cartoon character: Dori
Personal Quote: All tresspassers will be shot on sight. All survivors will then be shot again. Have a nice day!

Favourite Visual Artist

My Mom

Favourite Movies

Lion King

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Allison Krauss & Union Station

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

Ty The Tasmanian Tiger

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2

Tools of the Trade

Gel pen, 2H HB & 2B pencils w/ colored pencils

Other Interests

Drawing, writting, playing in band

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pyro-457

Nov 6, 2006

MySpace

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Hey guys, just wanted to tell you that I've now got a MySpace account ^^; I know, kind of late for as popular it is, but what can I say, I'm just :slow:. Just thought I'ld let ya'll know, just search for me and I'll make you my friend, and if you don't knomy name, it's Leah Carrico

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pyro-457

Jun 22, 2006

Camp really sucks

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:finger:   You know what, I just went to camp for the first time in my life and to tell you the truth, it SUCKS! It was probably just me, but honestly what camp makes you go to class everyday and won't allow you into your cabin till 10:30 at night, not to mention forcing you to play sports whether you like them or not, or even if you're hurt; like I was. The worst thing about the cabin situation, though, was that you couldn't even go to your cabin to drop off food, change into different clothes, or even get your stuff to take a shower till 10:30 and they locked your cabin door at 10:45, giving you only 15 minutes to get your stuff for, and

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pyro-457

May 27, 2006

Just one of those days.

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:faq:  I have a question for all of you people out there, have you ever had one of those days when everything in the world is just sooooo unreal to you that it's just freaky? :disbelief: :cries:  I just had one today, and the day before that, and even the day before that. My sister just graduated Wednesday from high school, and it just doesn't seem right. That means that she'll be gone and I'll have to put up with our older sister all by myself.  I reeeeallly don't like my oldest sister, she's too moody, never in the same mood for more than an hour, and her moods change faster than one could blink their eyes. She's extremely mean and w