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Dreaming Limbo 1: Re-write
I awoke from my sleep, but my eyes would not open.  Was it all just a dream, it seemed like eternity?  You see I don't know, and I cannot seem to find myself.  I have forgotten who I am.  Now locked in a room 6 paces by 12.  A cot, a table, pen and paper.  My only waking companions.  I cannot trust even them, though they are whom I now tell this memory to.  You see I do not know if I am still sleeping or not, if these words scratched on paper will ever be read.  Yet I must tell it, even if only to myself.
I went to sleep in the all pervasive waking dark.  When I opened my eyes, I stood atop a mountain.  The air was clear and cold.  I could see, I could see for miles.  Soaking in the sweeping view of forested plains.  With a river slicing through them like the slashing stroke of a paintbrush.  In the refreshing air, I felt so tired. &
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Nano: Strange sort of sunset
the jets contrails faded black
looking like feathers of a raven
picking at the corpse of the day.
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Literature
Dammage
Is this what it ish to be a teenager again.
all the dammage,
from the damaging things I have done.
I'd ask the pope,
but he'd say:
I am not a proper catholic.
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Literature
Strange sort of spectical
and she kapered about so foolishly
she was a young petty and pretty dame
dancing a petty and pretty dance to call
we kapered about led so well.
so alive breathing in all that was,
but in this rage I cannot remember her.
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Literature
Ivy
Ivy is the slow fated hand
Subtle fingers to work this latch
Opening the window, not for time
Green growth, equals and ends all.
.                                                           An age opened this window
.                                                           One you locked so long ago
.                 
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Literature
A Moment
we took our damage
wrote a form of verbal frottage
caressing an imagined image
but our moment was fey
it was never a day away
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A Strange Sort of Art-Revision
Tired travelers have more tales to tell.
Ask too much and they will leave.
They are the closets and alleyways hiding soured paints.
I would brush my portrait in their sepia tones.
Distilled by the sun, colors that have no more lies.
So stretch a moth eaten sail over this frame.
Breathe a song into my ear while I work.
Something soft so only I can hear.
Whispered words have a pregnant message.
Laboring away, giving birth to a meaning.
So this painting, this art, will have something to say.
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Literature
The boy without a cape :RD:
With that, he solemnly tied the towel around his neck, and started climbing up the ladder.  They thought he was just another silly little boy, did they?  Well he would show them.  Did he not just beat Tommy in the race around the block?  Tommy was the fastest, and he was faster.  Did he not pick up the cinderblock on tuesday?  No one else could pick it up, not even Dad.  Dad was the strongest person ever.  He even got 100% on his math quiz.  That smartty Lizzie only got 99%.  She even had glasses, and Mom said those made you smarter than normal people.
When you were the fastest, the strongest, and the smartest.  You had to put on a cape.  It was your duty, because you were The One.  Lizzy was a meanie too, did that make her his nemesis?  He decided that needed some thought, as he clamored onto the roof from the ladder.  He waved to Steven
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Literature
Quiet storm
waiting on a gentle whispered spell
breath of her words made rain
a soft and gentle caress
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No Space
No space
Abrupt arbitrary answers
It was sung with a comforting smile
No space
Stiff sterile silence
A comforting and warm amusement shared
No space
Empty erudite edifices
The down blanket shelters from cold night air.
No space
Facades falter finally
Softly spoken goodnight.
the question left no doubt
no space for an answer.
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Perspective :iconwyreth:wyreth 0 4
Literature
Ships in the night Ch1
"Maggie you know how much I hate New York."
"Hourice, why do you make this such a battle?  Sometimes I wonder if you are even interested in selling your books."  It was my bi-annual debate with Margerie Graph, my publicist.  I love to write, and if that was all there were to my job I think I could almost enjoy working.  However books do not sell themselves, so here we were once again.
"It's been twenty odd years now, people know who I am, do I really need to advertise myself again?  Let me welch on the signings just this once."  I begged her.
"Hourice we both know if I let you off even this one time, I'll never be able to drag you out of that house ever again."  After twenty years of working with me, or working on me, depends on how you look at it, she knows me too well.
"And is that such a bad thing?  One I'll be able to do three books a year, that and you'll get your wish.  I won't be able to sc
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A strange sort of night
Sparkling spring mornings that will not dawn.
Hide bitter winter nights that will not end.
Smiling at the stars, in some cousins coat.
A gallery of faces meant for me.
I make out the statues stone smiles.
Waving silently at silhouettes that do not reply.
For them I toss stones into the bubbly brook.
Splashing words that add to its laughter.
Resting for I can walk no more.
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A strange sort of thought
There was a path to walk, and to lose.
Footprints that will remain cast in clay.
A clearing that holds a silent statue for me to hear.
My words becoming a sort of verbal frottage.
It is an odd existence to be your pigeon.
An idea with no were else to roost.
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lying, dying, taunting, fall
The lies ---they're taunting
Your leaving ---and flaunting
Deceit is taking--hearts are breaking
Crash and burning
The car is flooding
The memories are dying
Rest in peace
A friendship is dissapearing
Jump through the window
The streets will catch you
The likes of love
The loves of one
Living and dying
Hoping and Praying
Fleeing from wishing
Normality is absent
Take me back to life
The one we used to have
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Stimuli In Three Strains.
My senses are far too stimulated
Coffee, pills...
Something is brewing in my mind
And I'm not sure what it is,
But it's escalating, I can feel
Shakes, breeding screams
Siezure
Did I do this to myself or am I
Imagining sitting here, shaking,
In candle light at 2 A.M.?
I hear my sister move in the
other room,
The thought of her makes me
Angry
Like Poe, I am fixated on her
Loathesome traits and
Agitated by the very sound she makes.
...
The thought of my Beloved
Crosses my mind
Maybe he is the reason I am here
Like this, tonight
I realized he's probably
Inebriated, on a street corner
Squandering his life away
The potential he had
With every sip and drag
Is depleted.
And why didn't I
Listen to myself
To begin with?
But hindsight is 20/20.
And now that I'm here,
I can't turn around
Scrambling for ideas, ways
To end a relationship
That never should have been
To wipe out each memory
To forget all the kisses
And conversations
And calls, on the phone
And how much I care(d
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Will they - Are you
Words held with an outwardly steady beat
...Will they become hollow
Before they have a chance to solidify?
Emotions running in thick ruby streams
...Will they become weak
Begging to be taken back and retreat?
Guard fiercely what you hold inside
I have become a master of sporatic homicide
Don't mind my sought after destruction
Are you willing...
To commit planned suicide?
Intentions pure as a virgin breath
Linger in thick cloud covered air
Give what is yours
        Take what is mine
Are you ready...
To kiss me away to your death?
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Dustfeast
Feeding on the dust that covers dreams
And still hungry in a thousand ways
Bleeding in the colors of passion
Right back into a colorblind world
Reading spirits of future gravestones
The psychic statues mocking the words
Pleading for a better way to speak
A new voice -  silent suffocation
Thinking in a strange foreign language
Without words or pictures or meaning
Drinking a bottle of acid rain
So the Earth will have the final laugh
Sinking like Atlantis, forgotten
Drowning in a tidal wave of ink
Shrinking away with indecision
A new choice - a forked tongue and a kiss
Breaking the backbones of the spineless
A new society of snakes and slugs
Making self destruction beautiful
With a paintbrush of weeping needles
Taking the malevolence of man
And crushing it into a diamond
Shaking the dust from the nightmare machine
A feast of diamonds, destruction and dust
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My Lie, The Last Lie
Imperfection overwhelming my senses
As you bite down upon my flaws
Make them visible to eyes that are blind
No longer able to question
What they saw
                                                      Kiss away the pain with lips of steel
                                                      Embrace me with wreaths of thorns
                                                      I would, but will not give
                                                      To you, what I take myself
                                                      Cannot kill you, to save you.
                       Dance demons, dance with me.
                       You cannot take
                       What I cannot give
                       I do not live, now we must die.
Absorb me in your crusted hand of wrath
Feel me Touch me
As the two meet we become one
The splintered cradle rocks roughly
To the rhythm of comfortable hypocrisy
                                                      I strike you down wit
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End of the Rainbow
Who can tell me who I am?
Who here dares to show their sins?
who will admit that they were wrong?
Who will dance to my fiery song?
All my life I just wanted to find you,
a peice of conscience lost within me,
A spark of warm light telling me,
everything could be alright.
Will you tell me who I am?
Will you dare to show your sins?
Will you admit that you were wrong?
Will dance to my fiery song?
So long I've cried,
twisted in my own vomit,
sifting through my dreams,
looking for my bloody answers.
Lying intoxicated on the heavy floor,
Perfect children show me tainted flaws,
Kicking the leaper,
spitting on my fathers grave,
solitude comes in such funny ways.
To laugh, to cry,
to sing, to die,
take me away I'll let you down,
bring me home I'll die alone.
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Why People Commit Suicide
Do you know why people commit suicide?
Because they lead shitty lives
Every one trying to rule their life,
meanwhile, you try to push the knife,
deeper and deeper it cuts the skin,
now who really wins?
you push yourself to the end,
Now there is no hand to lend,
While you inch closer to death,
you're gasping for your final breath,
Then you manage to whisper your dying words,
but none the less they cant be heard,
No one to take your legacy,
Was it really meant to be?
Your tear stained face and blood shot eyes,
Are the only proof you were alive,
To this day no one can tell,
How it is your body fell,
Alone and cold you were left to weep,
Along the floor your blood did creep,
and now your whisper moves and crawls,
Through the rooms and down the halls,
And now they're left to wonder why,
What it is that made you want to die.
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Rope Ladder
Caught in a tug of war with the sky
I've left the ground and sea behind
Sedated and strangling the clouds
Several thousand miles high
Fighting vertigo and gravity's abuse
Dizzy with delirium
Looking down I realize
This rope ladder ends in a noose
higher and higher
Ascending to a new level of self
higher than heaven
Climbing so high I may never fall
Above the world, no turning back
The sky is not the limit anymore
I'm rising with increasing velocity
From the sky of blue to space so black
Back into the darkness where I was born
Still reaching for the top
But at my pinnacle I realize
This rope ladder has been torn
higher and higher
I've ascended to a new level of self
higher than heaven
I've climbed so high it means nothing to fall
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Orificial
I think I need another hole in my head…
STICK IT IN
RIP IT OUT
STICK IT IN
RIP IT OUT
What can make the Jack-o-lantern smile?
These rotting teeth are falling out
Orange and melting in moonlight
I am locust bitten
And blind in my own hallucinations
Awake in the dream world
Alive in my sarcophagus
Suffering sanctuary
Just waiting for my chance
TO TEAR MY WAY OUT
Witness my transformation
rip, rip, rip
Watch me escape
drip, drip, drip
What could make the skeleton blush?
These snow white bones are quivering
Shattering into living splinters
Creepy crawly
Insect atrophy and arachnid eyes
Hearing voices in the silent song
Tasting the foul spirits of the air
Revolting sensations
Still waiting for my chance
TO TEAR MY WAY OUT
I think I need another hole in my head…
STICK IT IN
RIP IT OUT
STICK IT IN
RIP IT OUT
Witness my transformation
rip, rip, rip
Watch me escape
drip, drip, drip
STICK IT IN
RIP IT OUT
STICK IT IN
RIP IT OUT
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Vertigo
Brain fills with dizziness,
Come to my senses,
It is impossible.
Drawn to this horrible blurred vision.
I've poured out everything to be straight,
Unsure if it's safe to stop the spinning in my head,
Cracks sliver up and down.
Pain begins to draw in;
Air around me is fading into desperate seizure.
I'm about to fall,
fall into this dark abyss.
Hands seem to be far away,
as I drift into forever silence.
Forgotten by my friends,
without a lending hand to guide me out of this fate.
Still I sit on the top of the Ferris wheel,
going in the same direction.
In this unbalanced world,
I'd never did get anything out of it.
It confuses me with its twisted way,
how I envy people who enjoy the divine life,
Able to feel the perfect balance in their paths.
Dreaming about the suicide that will befall me soon,
Guide this shining arrow to my heart,
End this in one swift blow.
Unless someone pulls me out,
out into the pasture,
Open fields to breathe freely once again,
to feel the sun that shines.
Where ev
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That Three Syllable S Word
that three syllable \"s\" word
there is absolutely, positively no one
out there.
(This knowledge saws me in half)
Takes a moment to sink in
I am completely, totally
a-l-o-n-e.
Without hope. There is not even
a way - - for anyone to get in.
(How should I handle this situation?)
Is there a way?
Aside from that three syllable \"s\" word..
I could float away on a pharmaceutical friend,
But I will return.
I must return.
there is no escape
so.
I will shed my blood until it is all gone
and I can join those who\'ve gone on before me
and leave this life of seclusion
forever.
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Child Lock
No matter how hard he cried
It was always upon him,
A sin, A scare,
forsaken child.
"Son I promise"
He whispered in the child's ear
"I'll never let you go
There will always be a way"
The child sat
confused at his fathers affection,
feeling a chill of a past memory
shoot down his fathers spine.
The protected child
left his illusion.
The painted world,
Never satisfied the boy.
Security was just a fiction
A tainted dream given as a gift
From father to son
No affection just grief
The father searched
Holding his scars
Still bleeding from the life before
Never thinking twice
The boy persisted
Climbing through the barbed wire
pulling at his skin
Blood for freedom
The father stopped on the safer side
But he saw his child smile
He had lost him
His child could finally die
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Anesthesiology
Count backwards from ten
10……9……8……
It may already be too late
Not quite sleeping
But not awake
Somewhere between life and limbo
Cannot move
Cannot think
Could not care less regarding either
Splinters of emotions
Merging, marching
Trying to break out of my head
Ignored and forgotten
I'm so numb now
Nothing seems to exist at all
The colors are distorting
Time isn't flowing right
Every second just fades away
Into forever
They never were
And they never will be again
Indifferent to my own mind
Rotting from the inside out
I don't think I even understand
Love and hate absorbing
Fear and knowledge are gone
Is this what it means to be alive?
I don't even care
I'm so detached now
My body wax and slowly melting
Blind and deaf by choice
Almost dead inside
Severed from my identity
Fingerprints eroding
Thoughts like thorns, transforming
Memories becoming mysteries
I don't even care
I'm so detached now
My senses weak and slowly dying
Somewhere between a man
And a mechanical mind
I may never wake up
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Favourite style of art: Fantasy/abstract
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
:glomp: :lick:
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
KITTENS ARE NOW CURRENCY!!!
husbando!!! how u r?!?!?!!?
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
HUSBANDO!! WE'RE ALL DOOMED!!
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
if that bastard harasses you i'll unleash the ANGER BEES!!!
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
:kiss: HUSBANDO!!!! gather the avocados, we attack at dawn.
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
you smell like papaya.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!?!?!!
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
there are demonic asparagus running about in the yard!! husbando!!!!! smite them!!!!!
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
we must gather materials to engage in angry tooting!!! :#1:
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
:sing: the ritual must take place!!!
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AomiArmster Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
we must engage in angry yodeling
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