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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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Literature
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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Literature
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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Literature
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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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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Literature
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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My Purple Rose
We lay together
talking about the wrongs of the world
She turned to me and asked
"Why do you talk to me"
"Insanity," I replied
"If you were to leave I would turn insane,
too many things I have to say
but sometimes I feel that you can't hear me"
She glared into my eyes
I was telling the truth and she could see
"Would you miss me if I was gone"
She asked with such soft sounds
"I want you to go
but your chained to me
I could not run
for you would follow me"
"That is not what I asked"
She said with a little anger in her voice
she reached to touch me but I backed away
just like each night before
"I would miss you so dearly
I'd long for your voice
and cry at the moon
to return you to my heart"
She smiled
She sold her heart so long ago
She searches for an innnocent one
I am her pure host
"It beats," she whispered
"Arn't you happy enough
won't you spare me a metaphore
in exchange for my love?"
I held at my chest
she licked at her lips
I closed my eyes slowly
she already knew my answer
"I have
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A Dead Petaled Rose
A Dead petaled Rose
A child
Still-born, Never mourned.
Cracked and gray, says, and He Sings to me,
"I once was white"
A dead petaled rose
Who will Mourn his passing?
The little boy
Beaten and broken
Run. Let him run.and he sings to me
A Dead spoken man( he sings to me) He's..
Still running. Still Numb. Still crying.
The child inside him..beaten and broken...and Still-Born.
Dead Eyes. Does he cry? For the holocoust babies?
Gas Masks and Bondage and Bullet holed yesterdays
A Dead Petaled rose.. So BLUE.
Exit Wounds. Gun Shot Forever-days Singing,
" No one Cries for me, No one cries for dead babies.."
"  A Child a man. A lover untouched,
fingertips reash but never enough"
He Sings to me.
Dead Petaled rose Still Dying. Still Crying . Saying,
" Who will mourn? Who will remember?"
The Perfect Mind Fuck. Slowly Slowly.
MY Yesterday. My Yesterday. Faded.
My Dead Petaled rose.
Dead Gripping the letter.
Does he bleed? He wants to know.
He wants to know where the little boywent. SO. He
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Literature
Fragments of Me
Pieces now fit together unevenly
Sliced by the sharp hand of time
   contort them
distort them
But they'll never come to be
What I think you deserve to see
Mismatched until the contrast stings the eye
Labels eaten through by parasitic perfection
   scrub them
rub them
Until they resemble a weary sigh
When inside they begin to cry
Orchestrated with sadistic finality
What's left will begin to evaporate
   taste it
waste it
What you take is never free
Do you really want small fragments of me?
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Eyes For the Unknown by lucidpoetress Eyes For the Unknown :iconlucidpoetress:lucidpoetress 2 7
Literature
Bound to Broken Faith
bound in regretful chains
left filtered and scarred
stitched to your name
to remind you of who you are
you're left feeling so hollow
and thinking nothing will change
it's impossible for you to swallow
as you reach out of your range
but as you look down pitying yourself
you miss the tunnel of light ahead
as the piercing echo of a bell
leaves a pounding in your head
and as the shattered glass falls
the pills start to kick in
the broken pieces delete it all
and you forget who you are within
clouded vision leaves you stranded
the blurry eyesight takes control
your plane of hope has now landed
as the decay of faith takes its toll
with silent whispers you pray to God
to bring himself back into your life
all along you found him a fraud
and you're left in darkness and strife
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Endless Inner Thoughts
Sometimes I look up from the ground
to see the world staring me in the face
will I ever see it blink?
and sometimes, I feel unreal, so fake
no one else seems to have this case
so why do I show it so well?
I remember losing hope
this surpasses it all
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Pure Convergence
Dark wandering lost
While your pale lips whisper
Extinguish the silent screams within my soul
Make my voice clear; my mind is too impure
Lost walking a dreaming edge
Alone in silence waiting only for your word
Tempting thoughts caress my broken lips
Making the taste of salt stay and linger
Silence at night is beauty
Motion to shatter
Porcelain words thrown to the wind
Vigorously molested by another shameless night
Stars sing lullaby in verse never understood
While I walk away my life
Taken away from incoherent sleep
Brought back to the ghosts that never retreat
Away somewhere to fathom
Memorys that cannot heal
Jagged metal roughly scrapes my skin
Waking me from my intoxicating bliss
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I'll Fade dont you GET IT??? by Idle-Hatter I'll Fade dont you GET IT??? :iconidle-hatter:Idle-Hatter 1 11
Literature
- t h e m i r r o r -
Don't turn away from this again.
We're still here behind your back.
You can stop the pain,
If you face ourselves again.
You can't make it go away,
With the turning of your face.
Suffacating for your attention.
Bleeding for your affection.
You can stop the pain,
If you face ourselves again.
You can't make it go away,
With the turning of your face.
What do I have to do to make you face this?
What do I have to say to make you see;
She is not to blame.
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Situational Depression
This situational depression
It's got the best of me...all my energy
and it took the hunger out of me
Starving days on end, doesn't become starving
when the hunger pain goes away
Situational anorexia is what we'll say
Someday it will go away
Just as the pain in her heart, and the bruises to her soul
She dies to him, because he doesn't know.. she loves
him still, and just can't show
She dies to herself, the mistakes she made..
the acts she did, the walks in his room, and the comments made
Out of pride and the stories she was told,,,
shejust couldn't bear
So she acted out of dispair..
Situational Tourment is what we will call her state, .. she beats up
every single mistake
and every chance she has to apologize,
and she watches it pass her by, thinking
he just wont care, it just doesnt matter,
Situational Adversion is what we call it
just in case he spits in my face... and calls me a whore
screaming on top.. she never loved me anyway
Situational Disillusionment.. lost inside her own trappe
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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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Wyreth Fini Drakan
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Favourite genre of music: Damn near all.
Favourite style of art: Fantasy/abstract
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Favourite cartoon character: Wacko Warner
Personal Quote: Realitty iz ann illuson cazed bye lak ov Alkohol
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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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: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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