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Forever Together by Wubanget Forever Together :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 A Path to be Followed by Wubanget A Path to be Followed :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 Individuality by Wubanget Individuality :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 Forest Path by Wubanget Forest Path :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 War by Wubanget War :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 Beginning by Wubanget Beginning :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 Doorway by Wubanget Doorway :iconwubanget:Wubanget 1 1 The Price of Freedom by Wubanget The Price of Freedom :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 Autumn Centered by Wubanget Autumn Centered :iconwubanget:Wubanget 1 0 Autumn Path by Wubanget Autumn Path :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 0 Broken Hope by Wubanget Broken Hope :iconwubanget:Wubanget 0 2
Paper is a gateway
A memory, a thought
It symbolizes
What was lost
What was gained
What was known
What was forgotten
It is true power
It is armor
It protects, it tells
It is a confident, a traitor
It is what was, and will be…
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Soaring high
In the sky
The gift of flight
…the wonders
The beauty of the world
Seen through different eyes
Separate jewels
Green-rugged sharp and scattered
Blue – rolling gently in the steady rhythm
If only…
If only we could fly
Why, oh why, can't we fly?
I sit shackled to my desk
Searching the clouds
Praying for wings
Why, oh why, can't we fly?
To leave the prison of earth
To soar through the air
To just exist
…To have wings
…To fly
…To behold these jewels
To fly…
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The Hunter
Color: brown, grey, green, black.
Sound: rustle, whisper, silent breaths.
The Hunter found his prey.
Emotion: overconfidence, elation, quickly banished.
The Hunter raised his weapon.
Movement: inch by inch, a silent change, as fast as a rock.
Emotion: anticipation, joy, difficultly banished
The Hunter took careful aim.
Mistake: whispered, "Finally"
The prey bolted in a streak of brown and a rustle of wind.
"DAMN" cursed the Hunter.
The empty glade did not respond…
The Hunter strode into the peaceful glade, crucifying it with every footstep. He knelt to the ground like a man paying homage to a god and spotted his goal… Tracks…
The Hunter began the arduous task of tracking his prey. He traversed through murderous knives, silent brooks, forlorn sentinels, and, finally, to his prey.
The Hunter raised his weapon again.
Emotion: rage, fear, anxiety.
The Hunter took careful aim down his sights.
Emotion: relief, confidence, possibly sorrow?
The Hunter pulled the trigger…
Sound: click
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Tapestry of Dreams
I hold aloft my dreams and desires
Above my head I proclaim my life
All falls to darkness as my shouts echo through the iron clouds
Light supports my claim as I lay myself bare to the heavens
All falls as my soul pours into the sky, filling the void, rending the fabric
My dreams and my desires
My hopes and my failures
Intertwine in darkness to form my life
And perhaps
To carry into the next
And to form into the tapestry that we call existence
And for all to go quiet, as we examine that single weaving
That grows into hundreds of weavings
Moving and changing, affecting where it goes
But the thread cuts short
It ceases to grow
The thread was cut
For as I threw my soul to the void
My body followed
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Eternal and Forever
I loved
As the brook babbles to me softly
I feel a sense of loss
I feel a sense of pain
Comfort from this simple stream
Flashes, soft, dark
Eternal viridian
Colors fading
Eternal fades
Vows are broken
The brook flows as I babble
Uncaring to my monologue
I confess myself
I lay myself bare
Before the loud
And babbling brook
The trees grow silent
The wind dies down
The sun descends to rest
The moon comes to tuck it to sleep
I do not cease my confession
My soul, pouring into this brook
Shadows, darkness, silence
The brook ignores my plight
The lantern bugs come out to play
One last frolic before the world turns white
My world has died
It may come back
Like the winter surrenders
But my tears will flow
Like that silent stream
That will be not eternal
That will not fade
Eternal fades
My loss will not
My love will not
That is forever
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zach shoemaker
United States
Current Residence: Northeast USA
Favourite genre of music: Emo-ish Punk
Favourite photographer: Margaret Bourke-White
Favourite style of art: Poetry
Operating System: Windows!
MP3 player of choice: Ipod! Gods gift to teens
Shell of choice: Blah?
Wallpaper of choice: Video Game Pics
Skin of choice: Mine?
Favourite cartoon character: Ichigo
Personal Quote: "Mulier est hominiis confusio"
So i've had a profile for awhile but no journal entries.
So lets start!
I'm actually going to be trying to get some new stuff in the gallery every week or so. A picture or a poem or something. Right now all my poems are crap but my pictures are okay. I have some more mature (not adult rated, i just mean more thoughtful, sorry) poems i should get around to uploading... Anyway, Aloha!
  • Listening to: You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol
  • Reading: Crime and Punishment
  • Watching: N/A
  • Playing: COD4
  • Eating: N/A
  • Drinking: SODA!!!!!!!!


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Firetiger12 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2009
Hi Zack
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Kieuomo Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2007
You're such a turd, Zach. Honestly, we should put you to death ;)
Guess who?
Wubanget Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2007
and unless
thats a really bad joke i'm not particularly joyful
Wubanget Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2007
no idea.
Kieuomo Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2007
It's Eva.
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Firetiger12 Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2007
I'll be your friend
MiniLeiProductions Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2006
It takes time to gain a large audience, hang in there.
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