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Dark Side by DestinyBlue Dark Side :icondestinyblue:DestinyBlue 14,138 428 NoUseForAName by myAtta-art NoUseForAName :iconmyatta-art:myAtta-art 2,438 138 Sparrow. by Rodrigo-Vega Sparrow. :iconrodrigo-vega:Rodrigo-Vega 2,442 245 Lake Stagnation by jflaxman Lake Stagnation :iconjflaxman:jflaxman 384 37 Blessing by JasonEngle Blessing :iconjasonengle:JasonEngle 883 24 Pile on the cores by Gimeurcookie Pile on the cores :icongimeurcookie:Gimeurcookie 2,036 240 Food Chain Fascist by IreneLangholm Food Chain Fascist :iconirenelangholm:IreneLangholm 748 356
I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
But do.
Take the time to explore the s
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On the Ideological Underpinnings of Social Justice
Several years ago, I came across an acronym online which I’d never seen before.  “SJW.”  I had no idea what it stood for, and no search engine could offer me any insight; it was too newly introduced into the lexicon.  In time, I learned that it stood for “Social Justice Warriors,” referring to outspoken activists on the political far-left involving feminism, social or racial justice, multiculturalism, political correctness, and against any perceived bigotry.  It is used primarily as a term of disparagement, in which capacity I have always found it somewhat awkward.  There are, after all, much worse things to be called than a “warrior,” irony or no.  I’ve never quite been satisfied with the term, even as I myself use it.
As the months and years progressed, these SJWs have made headlines, caused controversies, and stirred pots.  They gained followers, and they gained detractors.  They have ferociously
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Loss of Purpose Creepypasta by Dragons-Roar Loss of Purpose Creepypasta :icondragons-roar:Dragons-Roar 1,375 174 Cupcake - A Tiny Comic by 0xo Cupcake - A Tiny Comic :icon0xo:0xo 2,222 817 100 Deeds 33 by colonel-strawberry 100 Deeds 33 :iconcolonel-strawberry:colonel-strawberry 1,593 209 Experiments by Rodrigo-Vega Experiments :iconrodrigo-vega:Rodrigo-Vega 259 45
The Orphans
In the small town of Devonsville, lived a group of orphans. The age range between the orphans varied. The youngest was four while the oldest was twelve. The tragic thing was that they were all very young kids. Many of which never even knew their parents' faces. Each orphan had a different story to tell. Many came from different walks of life but eventually, ended up together. SOme orphans lost their parents in an accident. Some were given up. Some were even abandoned, like the leader of the orphans, Jack.
Jack was twelve years old. And because he was the oldest, he was their unoffical leader. He was in charge of all the other orphans and was to make sure they were taken care of and treated properly by the others.
A kind of code among the orphans was that when one of them leaves, the oldest after the previous leader shall take over and protect and take care of the others. In this case, it was Jack who was to be named the next leader. Ironically, the previous leader was actually the one
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Remember, Here is not Utopia by Raindropmemory Remember, Here is not Utopia :iconraindropmemory:Raindropmemory 513 145
Intangible Tangent.
Intangible Tangent.
They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.
What happens if you can withstand the disturbance?
Will you be constantly waiting for the next wave?
Imagine waking up knowing what lies behind the curtains.
Confined behind the undefined lines of a close shave.
Perhaps we all possess the prowess to overcome any obstruction.
But not everyone has the belief that they can persevere.
We are all victims of a much bigger incomprehensible construction
And there will always be some that succumb to that deepest fear.
What will you become if you somehow conquer all the obstacles?
Doing whatever it takes to ensure that you will survive.
Blaming others for what you have done refusing to be responsible.
Knowing this is the person you had to become in order to stay alive.
In the end we have no choice but to make do wit
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You're not a failure for failing
Her small, anxious hands
grabbed the cup, a bit too large
as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,
the milky mess covering the carpet:
her mother let out a disapproving sigh
and rolled her eyes,
“Will you ever do anything right?”
and that’s when she began
to limit her aspirations,
so that her dreams would never be too large,
so she’d never make any mistakes
she’d never again drop the cup,
but she’d never have enough to drink.
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Wolves by gorakart Wolves :icongorakart:gorakart 667 60 Some times I miss... by Majin-sama Some times I miss... :iconmajin-sama:Majin-sama 784 136 Bertrand Russell on Courage... by rationalhub Bertrand Russell on Courage... :iconrationalhub:rationalhub 37 3
The Imperfection of Style
     1. Introduction
When you sit down to read a piece written by Baudelaire you do not expect Dickinson sentimentality, nor a Shakespearean wit or Poe's possessiveness with phonetically eeriness. You do expect a Baudelaire experience. But what is a Baudelaire experience? What makes Baudelaire a Baudelaire in comparison with Poe - is it the tonality, details, sentiment, or maybe the vocabulary, sentence construct or themes; Might it be the concepts, or maybe a certain point of view or an angle? Can you create your own style by analytical and critical thinking, learning the hypothetical curve and scale of those degrees, or by comparing different styles and reaching a sort of virginity in style, that which is uniquely you. Who is that which you describe through your style if not a human being, the imperfect creature of them all, and can we, by describing the imperfect, reach perfection?
The chase for Perfection in the creative and artistic world became an
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Science Works by AmericanDreaming Science Works :iconamericandreaming:AmericanDreaming 123 87 Whadda ya want biatch? by Majin-sama Whadda ya want biatch? :iconmajin-sama:Majin-sama 360 75 A Tale from NDK by MLP-Silver-Quill A Tale from NDK :iconmlp-silver-quill:MLP-Silver-Quill 565 177
    Once upon a time there was a naughty boy. He was about your age, if I’m not mistaken. This naughty boy loved to run and jump and play with his friends, but more than anything he loved sweet things. So when he spied the baker coming down the street with two trays of iced buns, he wasted no time in running over to him.
    “Aren’t you afraid carrying all those buns?” asked the naughty little boy.
    “Afraid?” asked the baker. “Of course not—why would I be?”
    “Why,” lied the naughty boy, “because Sicklefox likes nothing better than iced buns, and I hear he is nearby. If he finds you, he’ll cut out your tongue and eat it.”
    The baker stopped. This was new to him, but all had heard tales of Sicklefox and all knew them to be true.
    “Perhaps I should take half,” said
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tickle me breathing.
fix is a word we
don't believe
in anymore.
i know i probably
should've tried
harder, worked on "us"
but i just didn't care enough.
i guess you shouldn't have
tried to stab me that
one time when the
toaster broke.
i guess just because you
thought he was better,
it gives you the
moral obligation to
never even try
to pretend that
you cared at all.
it sure seems like i'm
just alone or lonely and
trying to live someone
elses dreams through my
i cough up these vicarious
feelings and sell them for lust.
these street corners hold
my moments of joy or
at least my best moments
of acting.
hollywood here i come.
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Ethics for the Starving Designer by hyperlixir Ethics for the Starving Designer :iconhyperlixir:hyperlixir 287 16
Blooming Through Crevices
Blooming Through Crevices
People are characters;
their personalities are not to be cracked,
but to bloom.
Codes and signals
Are technical,
Setting our sights
On how to see
Through the cipher.
Optics opting for options
As opposed to conscious.
Ardor replaced by harder
Infrastructures trying
To break through exteriors.
But mortality is only one facet
Of the entirety of humanity.
It is a compass of one being,
But merely a piece of the puzzle
That makes up human composition.
let us not break through empathy
with deductive methodology
but rather with the rhythm
of a honeybee whistling along the hymn
of the wind whispering in the leaves.
humanistic, holistic ideologies
is what the standard can be.
it is the notion of being a metaphor
rather than being something to decipher.
because there are more stars and galaxies
in poetry than there will ever be algebraic
expression curls up with ambiance
under the window pain of a picture frame
because we write more about
subtle curve
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Amnesia: Bless you by cypii Amnesia: Bless you :iconcypii:cypii 603 94 Hi-Speed Soul. by TinaApple Hi-Speed Soul. :icontinaapple:TinaApple 209 36 Sheep In Wolf's Clothing by KettleQuill Sheep In Wolf's Clothing :iconkettlequill:KettleQuill 285 24 Set Your Dreams High by kurosakii Set Your Dreams High :iconkurosakii:kurosakii 126 29 The Good Guy by BrokenTeapot The Good Guy :iconbrokenteapot:BrokenTeapot 542 544 The Hunchback by MatusMajer The Hunchback :iconmatusmajer:MatusMajer 174 21 The mortal instruments quotes by EllieJelly666 The mortal instruments quotes :iconelliejelly666:EllieJelly666 345 100
Fairytale Consequences
Cinderella ran
     and the Beauty slept
Snow White was cased in glass
  as Thumbelina wept
Cinderella cleaned
   Briar Rose roamed free
Snow White was hated
as Rapunzel preened
My story's not a fairytale
  nor could it ever be
'cause life is not a fairy tale
  you know as well as me
Yet sometimes
there's magic in the air
         but only sometimes
just sometimes to be fair
Cinderella danced
  Princess Aurora told
Snow White was taken in
  As French  Belle was bold
Cinderella heard the midnight
  And the Dragon fought
Snow White ate her apple
  As the Swan was shot
Our magic moments are wonderful
though at the top we should be wary
of our choices and beware of consequences
that we should never carry
Cinderella crowned
  and the Beauty wed
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Path to Success by jflaxman Path to Success :iconjflaxman:jflaxman 141 105 A Disastrous Picnic by jflaxman A Disastrous Picnic :iconjflaxman:jflaxman 145 10 OH MY GOSH! by Shabazik OH MY GOSH! :iconshabazik:Shabazik 92 46
Tell me you need the push,
Then blame me when you fall.

Of course, I was the one who led you to the cliff.
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Monkey Island Face Melter by WonderDookie Monkey Island Face Melter :iconwonderdookie:WonderDookie 300 181 Upon the heath by JaiMcFerran Upon the heath :iconjaimcferran:JaiMcFerran 111 39
The Kitsune's Desire
The Kitsune's Desire
The mournful baying of one of the towns' dogs didn't even cause an eye to bat, the second and the third rated a little more attention, realization broke across most faces of the villagers when the cacophony of bays became more insistent.
All around the town yellowy pools of light spilt onto well maintained walkways to be quickly broken by the men folk as they raced towards the center of town, some bore torches, some swords, some pitchforks, whatever was close at hand.
The clicking of plat formed sandals mixed pleasantly with the deep and continuous calls of the frustrated dogs.
When the center of town held a large enough crowd of angry mulling citizens the mayor shushed them with a loud two toned whistle.
"It's the Kitsune again," he affirmed everyone's suspicions, "he left his mark on and a dent in the grain silo, the smokers shack, and the vegetable garden."
The crowd broke open, voices poured all around, questions from some, outrage from others, and pointlessly
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The Moral Ethics of Subtle Irony
Auburn strands spool across her shoulder blades; spindles of fire-silk setting her ablaze.
Her real name was Scarlet but I'd only ever heard people refer to her as Red. The first time I saw her cherrywood curls I felt  my face wrinkle up in wry scrutiny. Does she purposely color her hair that ostentatious shade or is it  natural?  If so, her parents possess a keen sense of irony.
Months later we were guzzling Stolichnaya in a musty garage.  Rotted beer cans shuddered as I slammed the bottle onto a workbench riddled with cigarette burns.  Her freckled phalanges groped negligently towards the vodka. She then pulled it to her lips, and proceeded to spill copious amounts in an attempt to ingest the liquid.  I eyed her scrupulously, pondering the moral ethics of providing a minor with alcohol, but then her cheeks creased into a coy smile and I realized I don't give a shit.
"You're always so stoic." She says with droplets drizzling down her chin.
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What Color Are Your Wings?
What color are your wings,
The ones that we all bear?
Are they pure white, carrying you
High up into the air?
Or are they dark, having fallen
Onto the muddy ground?
Have they become heavy with grime
So you keep falling down?
Are they gold, glowing and warm
Wrapping others in embrace?
Do they want your wings as well
To make this a better place?
Are they multi-colored,
Handsome as a peacock,
But are only there for show,
Moving no more than a rock?
Do they look beautiful and white,
But don't hold onto their plumes?
They might take you high for some time,
But then drop you to your doom.
Often when we take to flight
We take others along.
They follow us when we do right
But also when we do wrong.
Fly high when you take to the skies
And ensure a safe ride.
Flying low might have its thrills,
But you may well collide.
Whether or not people see them,
They're such important things.
Look close then answer truthfully:
What color are your wings?
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Reward and Punishment by AmericanDreaming Reward and Punishment :iconamericandreaming:AmericanDreaming 82 22
Truth and Falsehood
One day, Truth and Falsehood met at an inn, both weary from their travels. "My old friend!" cried Truth, "Come, allow me to buy you a drink." So they drank and exchanged stories of their travels. As they talked, Envy walked into the inn. Upon seeing Truth and Falsehood, Envy grew jealous of their friendship. Envy decided to find a way to make them hate each other. Now, it so happened that Greed was staying at the same inn. Envy met with Greed to form a plan. "Look at those two," Envy hissed. "They can't be friends, they never agree on anything!" Greed was only half listening. Envy knew this, but was ready for it. "Of course," Envy said softly, "we need to stop it. It is unnatural, like a bird with no flight, or a fish that can't swim." At this, Envy pulled out a bag of gold coins. Greed's heart began to race, fingers itching to just grab the bag, to caress the gold with loving fingertips. Envy smirked triumphantly, the plan was working perfectly. "Now, this is what's going to happen,"
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Spirits that tend on mortal thoughts by JaiMcFerran Spirits that tend on mortal thoughts :iconjaimcferran:JaiMcFerran 97 22