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About Me Member Mad Scientist briantologyMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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Poetry

Fri Jul 20, 2007, 1:30 PM
Shut your eyes and turn off your mind.
I'm thinking enough for the both of us.
Waves creep slowly to our feet in perfect intervals.
The sky surrounding like shadows in a dim light.
I limit your moves and hold you closer.
The sun beats down but the clouds are shields.
Our complacent grins sprinkled with which the sea sprays.
Footprints stolen from the sand by robbers with white caps.
The waves wish to walk.
We can experience their first steps.
An ever evolving dream come to life.
Smile wider with me as we turn our backs on burdens.

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  • Current Residence: Chico, CA
  • Interests: Nature, Space, Ocean, Music, Time, Imagination, Dreaming
  • Favourite movie: The Science of Sleep
  • Favourite band or musician: Minus The Bear, An Explorer, The Dear Hunter, God is an Astronaut
  • Favourite genre of music: Ambient, Experiemental, Indie, Death Metal, Grindcore
  • Favourite poet or writer: Myself
  • MP3 player of choice: BriPod
  • Favourite game: Mario Party
  • Personal Quote: "The waves wish to walk."

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:iconenajii:
hey! welcome to dev :) nice to see ya on here :D

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I've been collecting stones I think I'll throw at you
:iconbriantology:
Shut your eyes and turn off your mind.
I'm thinking enough for the both of us.
Waves creep slowly to our feet in perfect intervals.
The sky surrounding like shadows in a dim light.
I limit your moves and hold you closer.
The sun beats down but the clouds are shields.
Our complacent grins sprinkled with which the sea sprays.
Footprints stolen from the sand by robbers with white caps.
The waves wish to walk.
We can experience their first steps.
An ever evolving dream come to life.
Smile wider with me as we turn our backs on burdens.

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The waves creep slowly to our feet in perfect intervals.

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