ValiantTheif

Ashley Cavagnaro

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For All To Sea by ValiantTheif, literature

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For All To Sea

For all, to sea We go and we come Perplexed my the daily thrum, Will we ever come back again To this place To this time To these words Where does the sun go When it sets Where do my words go When they leave my lips Do they sink below Like the sun Will we go down Below the crashing waves To never see the shores To never come back again But the sun rises In the morning we come back For all, to sea We go and we come Perplexed by the daily thrum

Its the sweetest thing by ValiantTheif, literature

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Its the sweetest thing

Its the sweetest thing, when people sing. Its the sweetest thing, when people dance. Its the sweetest thing, when hearts soar. Its the sweetest thing, when your hand in hand. Its the sweetest, thing, when you're in love. Is it the sweetest thing, or is it more? Its the hardest thing, when people cry. Its the hardest thing, when we fall. Its the hardest thing, when we sink into depression. Its the hardest thing, when you're in love. Is it the hardest thing, or is it more?

Below by ValiantTheif, literature

Ask a question by ValiantTheif, literature

Without Fail by ValiantTheif, literature

Look at me by ValiantTheif, literature

Psycological Cast by ValiantTheif, literature

The Poet and the Piece by ValiantTheif, literature

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The Poet and the Piece

Dearest, darling, dead, Another dead poet, Another of the bunch, Comes onto the scene Roaring like a lion Leaves like a wet lamb, Crying for lost warmth. The winds are blowing now, The rain is comming, Hold onto your hats. Dearest, darling, dead, Sad truth, Butthe truth is sad. When April showers bring the mold, It settles in the mind, not the bones, April showers bring may flowers, The flowers bring the hay fever. Dearest, darling, dead, gather ye rosebuds while ye may, For the old time is still a-flying, but tomorrow it will be dying! But as the summer day was spoiled, Its buds a broken in the storm, protect your min

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The Lost Candle by ValiantTheif, literature

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The Lost Candle

Wafting through the window, your sweet smell awakens me. My slumber disturbed, I think of you, Shall you ever return to me? And there you are, walking to me, smiling, your face so handsome, so beautiful. Your arms atreach out to engulf me in your loving embrace... And then you are gone. Lost within the clutters of my mind, lost within he decay of my heart, cold, so cold you are! Lying there, in your narrow bed. Too fast your candle flickered, too quickly was it lost. Tears awaken me from my questioning, burning my cheeks and asking the night, Oh why isn't love immortal?

My Muse by ValiantTheif, literature

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My Muse

Next to me you reside, your heavenly influences, your breath bringing my inspiration to life. Overwhelming is your power, Bringing forth my dormant spirit, My emotions become my will. I am free. On my shoulder do you squat, Laughing! As I toil! Crying over my lost and broken thoughts, Flying through my scattered mind. Oh how you tease! On my knees, you make me beg! And only unto you will I surrender, For my muse is all I have.

Perceptions of the Lost Child by ValiantTheif, literature

Child's Prison by ValiantTheif, literature

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Child's Prison

The clock upon the wall that broke, My toy frog that doesn't croak, The pretty doll, all dressed in white, My childhood, multicolored kite. Vain attempts of art on my walls, The night dwindles and my spirit falls. The quills gone dry from lack of use. A broken heart from abuse. The tears upon the pillow I cried, many nights I wished I had died, Candles that give light no more, Shelves filled with ancient lore. Walls crumble around me with mental decay. Shadows surroung me where I lay, Closing around me wildst I pray, With every second in this prison I stay.

Who am I? by ValiantTheif, literature

The Poet and the Piece by ValiantTheif, literature

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The Poet and the Piece

Psycological Cast by ValiantTheif, literature

Look at me by ValiantTheif, literature

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About ValiantTheif

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 19 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: Boston
Favourite genre of music: blues
Favourite photographer: Sh0tguNxSisTeRs- Helena
Favourite style of art: pencil
MP3 player of choice: iPod w/ video
Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbs
Personal Quote: There's no one so self-righteous as someone policing someone else's morality.

Favourite Visual Artist

Salvador Dali

Favourite Movies

Casablanca

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Radiohead

Favourite Writers

Tryfon Tolides

Favourite Games

Scrabble

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64

Tools of the Trade

Pen, pencil...brain. Sometimes. :P

Other Interests

Finishing my work on time

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ValiantTheif

Sep 12, 2008

What the hell...

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I'm back in Boston and I'm back writing again!  expect some fun stuff!

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ValiantTheif

Aug 25, 2005

Lack of Posting

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I've been going through a pretty interesting emotional time lately.  I really haven't had much of a break from anything so I haven't been able to post, and for that I'm really very sorry.  But I did put up a new poem, so you guys can critique it if you would like.  I really am greatful for your posts and I hope you enjoy this poem.  If you don't, I'm sorry, there isn't much I can do for you.  :)  

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ValiantTheif

Apr 4, 2005

Sorry

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Sorry I havent updated in the longest time...really the longest time...   Um, I've been trying to get my act together, along with the rest of my life, and I've been borderline failing until recently.  I've been in fights with friends, fights with family, fights with myself and Wanda (my concience), fights with the stupid people at the mall who are like "no, Boscovs is that way!" and I know its not that way...and, who else?  Um...yeah, thats it.  I'm working on getting the kinks out f a few pieces of poop that I call poetry, and they wont be up until I find out how to fix this one line that is pissing me off to no end.  I'm becoming fanatical