LifeHis name is Corey Reeves, darkboy.
I'm not the greatest at poetry, even though it's sometimes enjoyable to write.
I'll probably put up pictures I've taken.
I love photography.
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Hand in HandHand In Hand We’ll Conquer This WorldHand in Hand
We’ll get through this game called life. Our future will be great despite the past. The first kiss we shared will be our last. Maybe we aren’t meant to be. But it doesn’t matter as long as you love me. We may get into fights. But our love will burn bright. Forever and always we say to one another. We’ll always be there for each other. Through thick and thin, laughter and tears. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours dear. We can do this. We’ll shoot our arrow and won’t miss.
by ~SaBrandi
LoveLost in a thing called love…Love
I don’t want to be like everyone else.
This relationship, our relationship, is like an unusual flower. It started as a seed similar to our friendship. Next it began to grow kind of like my crush for you, and the crush you had on me. Then finally our flower blossomed, and it was love… But no relationship is real without the memorable fights, thus resembling the wilting of the flower. It keeps growing though because our original unique flower has spread. There’s a new flower now and… As a seed we learn about each other, Whil
by ~SaBrandi
The Boy with a DiseaseThe Boy With A DiseaseThe Boy with a Disease
Disease: any harmful, depraved, or morbid condition, as of the mind or society.
Everyone has a disease. Not all of them have to be death threatening; that has a little bit more ease. Less ease compared to the pain he gives to people because of this. Some people’s disease consists of food, drugs, or the bottle, it’s their bliss. It’s for sure not his bliss, and his are none of these. His disease makes him a tease. A tease of the heart for those who fall in love with him.
He’ll let them in, he’ll tell them sweet things, maybe fal
by ~SaBrandi
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burnt memoriesI burned a box of our old stuff today, Lit it on fire watched the ashes float away, For a moment the box burned bright, Then like our love turned black as night, I never thought I’d go and do it, Thought I’d keep the box and go through it, Reminiscing of times long lost, Into the box went the match I tossed, I feel no better about how things went, The pain, the love, or the time I spent, Telling myself I must move on, That all former traces of love are gone, I blink the ghosts out of my eyes, Forget the pain and all the lies, I’m fine for now or so it seems, &burnt memories
by ~darkboy1018
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- Current Residence: Home.
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium
- Interests: Love/sex (with Corey), great music, books, good movies, adventures, games, coffee, and cold weather
- Favourite movie: What Dreams May Come
- Favourite band or musician: Sia, Dave Matthews, SOAD, and Phil Collins... I love lots of music.
- Favourite genre of music: Anything, and everything...literally.
- Favourite artist: Too many.
- Favourite poet or writer: Corey Reeves, and Edgar Allen Poe.
- Favourite photographer: Myself.
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod.
- Favourite game: Video game? SSX3
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Spongebob
- Personal Quote: " To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world..."
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/sabrandipowers
- Email: deepdreamer_2010@yahoo.com
- MSN: deepdreamer_2010
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