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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Ghetto dichotomies

cosmic events unfurling on the firmament right above me stars burning through the atmosphere tearing holes in the reality we know I avert eyes always too little too late wrong place wrong time years of wasted potential countless disappointments I want to forget torn in half rivers rushing through me carrying chaotic disjointed words I could have been a star ... gathering cigarette stubs for shreds of warmth I keep on asking how can I be myself and survive how can I survive without being myself.

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friends.

To have a friend, be a friend. But it seems as if I'm chasing the wind. No matter how much I show that I care, When it's my turn to share, all of them are never there. None of them ever intend To stick with me till the end. If only I was blessed like Christ, Who had eleven of those gems. They never truly want a connection, Yet I chain myself to them, 'Cause I fear rejection, And they see it through me. Use a coward like me To advance their superiority. None of them want to know me. Love and care are things they refuse to show me. Or maybe... I've lived in the darkness of loneliness for so long, To the point when the light of friendship finally shines, I quickly turn away to avoid getting blind, Returning to the shadows, though there's nothing inside. There could be others out there who really mean well. Maybe some really want to help. There may be others out there who I might come to trust. Maybe some I could come to love. But I don't know, 'Cause life made me live so

Literature

His and Hers

Selfish seasons & reckless reasons his and hers quiet treasons – bookmarked behind a seemingly picture-perfect marriage dreams shattered flight or die tears like raindrops heartbreaking hollows & lovelorn losses his and hers thoughtless courses – bookmarked behind a seemingly picture-perfect marriage dreams shattered pouring into empty cups dried up fountains Selfish seasons & reckless reasons his and hers quiet treasons – breaking bonds his and hers book-ended wife’s heart hung out to dry & die dreams shattered

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Bothers Me

Things collect Worries consume me Dark clouds drift over head Across my sunny sky now turning dark Small things become tall jagged mountains & I sigh deeply with sadness I should be happy But I can't be Bothers Me - CzarnyKon 🐴

Literature

Wheels Of Time That Keep Turning

The wheels of time keep turning with a jagged grace Their rhythm soft as whispers through the night They carry all our joys , our hopes & all of our fears & spin the tales of lives both near & too far to feel fully Each moment flows like water in a overfilled stream A quiet force that shapes the very core with rage The sun will rise , then set in an endless dance of time While seasons shift & paint the world anew all over again - We stand upon this relentless ever - moving wheel Each breath is a note within the grand refrain The laughter of our youth will fade with time , sadly Yet this chaotic echoes will linger on - As ages pass rapidly , we grasp for fleeting thread But time slips through our fingers like super fine sand It teaches us to love , to let things go that we can't control & craft each day as if it were a gift & our last day on earth So let us ride this wheel with open arms & selfless hearts & find the beauty in the way it turns & respect the time we have Though

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Backseat

.... There's things that are out of your control Things happen in your life that force a backseat They were like a rapid disease Painfully slow to infect you Notice the infection too late Breathe in the dwindling oxygen You feel weaker as the disease takes hold Searching for the antidote to this pain - No cure for this rapid sickness There's no antidote Their disease is very potent Beggin' for a cure that won't come - There's no more acute tears to cry Had to beg for those stupid tears to dry Running out of lifesaving medicine to survive Screamin' on top of your lungs to no avail Positivity has taken a backseat to this darkness Have tried to stay pretty chipper through it all - Everything took a backseat for a while Fighting against this disease that stays put Smell their sickness as the mask fall off Rampaging hardcore through the system - This sickness becomes life-threatening Your heart starts to bleed uncontrollably Desperate for a cure to all

PrRailgun

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Makeshift

Gift these hands a fragment of a memory now locked away. The hard currents of this perilous river pull down on my body more and more, until I feel my energy break. Lost to the whirlwind of this world. I long to laugh once more, and make my tears dance far off onto the winds of time. Where did those dreams of youth give way to melancholy in rain? The world we have built is so indifferent to pain and suffering felt. I undulate between the sky and ocean, never caring for why or how. Reaching ever out, my hand longs to take hold once more of something so faint in dreams.

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Sullen Fool

Tomorrow, for they were dreaming of tomorrow, longing after that myth as though a ghost. Nature is chance. Study what we may, it never shows truth for we look far past it. Ah, bear in mind, your suffering might well be called useless as we make it our cause. We wish for what? But, everything, anything, and all things. Often we express moods in shades with our thought, then categorized into neat boxes. Yes, yes, I laugh with a huanted breath at this ceaseless effort to banish suffering away. For it achieves nothing as it wiggles into some new passing form. What dare not show itself to be nude nor stand in daylight, all exposed for honesty will never show. Ah, I am too sullen to play anything like the fool, or that could be a lie.

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Contrast

You said things and yet spun circles as I hid things and spoke daisies. You dreamed with an obsession won while I concealed what was undone. You, a quiet fire who lacks tact, I a dormant volcano backed. You did not stand tests of patience yet hast was a trifle I wave. You listened as words passed away for I would take them all the same. You would sing of our forever and I would doubt our tomorrow.

EAJEM

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Forward Cycles

For every question there rests an answer. Fortunately, not the one wanted or needed right then. By E.Elliot

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Strolling

You can’t walk in the sand without leaving a mark. By E.Elliot

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Future Thought Three

“How lovely and convenient it’ll be to erase past memories and unwanted thoughts.” Yes, convenient indeed. By E.Elliot

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whenever

* whenever a girl is mad they say that's too much you've been mad enough don't you think? that's not ladylike. and I say, well I deserve to be mad about this don't you think? and they say sure, but for how long? I say, well where shall I put this then? in my spare shoes or hidden under the sofa or how about tucked in the fucking covers of the bed to cuddle me to sleep. where should it go? where would it even fit? shouldn't it come out? no, they say. it's ugly, they say. you should be happy already. show me that smile. no, not like that. only animals bare teeth like that. delicate girl, gentle girl, you should bare your flesh already. that's all they want. and I guess I shouldn't complain. *

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Green is Everywhere

Phosphorous are the memories in the green that is in the black cradling the stone crack and dent, cleaved in the bend of grass away from the stretch of their plots. The spirits congregate here with love of world in common - white over green, white over shadows over green, stacked - the fog in the dawn. The rest of the town an acquaintance of light. The trace of soul swell around its edges - lamp posts in a warmer shade of green blushing in the heat along a filament, to the arches of bridges they could never ride. What soul screams the heaviest at 3 Am into the moon to trickle into the dawn, pool behind a neon sign and matte itself in unraked dust to become the rust of green in the sintering mote within a ray. The pale, fragile moon still sound with it - brighter in the lighter sky with it like the life that hides behind its darker, dried blood clutching the space between two ribs to invite the low fog's erasure of color and bring them back to the landscape of themselves -

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why I am not blown glass

My surface is dotted with fissures. I would love to be young enough to call them 'battle scars' or 'hard lessons'. I have come to a point where I only see imperfections that I have learned to love regardless. I am not a thing delicate, forged in fire and left to cool turned and pulled, reshaped and prodded. I have fought for this... ...for this bearing and way of regard, this strength and this discernment. I have lost, I have won, and I have learned the value of being taught surpasses the value of being heard. I am not alone, but I am not afraid to be alone. My shelf gave way so long ago, I have forgotten what it is to shatter.

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Ori of the Ancient Forest

Moonlight sings in the ancient forest with the voices of those born on branches and borne away on evening gusts to take root in resplendent meadows as gleaming wispy souls One becomes a wanderer among thorny pathways satiated by grief long left unchecked illuminated by his passage as a child of light sleek and swift always moving towards his goal to save a young life endangered by the wrath of a twisted heart and spreading compassionate warmth throughout a landscape inhabited by spirits in peril Replenishing a world for all requires a sacrifice made by that humblest of souls departed with his memories into the soil from which sprouts a mighty

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Neva: A Poem

It begins with devastation in the Spring birds once so free and proud dropping to the ground darkness splattered across a verdant field against which a warrior a white wolf and a wolf pup stand as the representatives of freedom and love to oppose corruption blind worship and hatred It rewinds to a young forest guardian and her wolf companion in the Summer journeying through a beautiful landscape like a watercolor painting even as shadows leak through the cracks of ruined structures once erected by a civilization that used their handiwork as proof that they reigned supreme It proceeds to efforts made in

Poetry and Stories

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Nursery Rhyme Collaboration 03

An old prince stand firm to the dawn No need or want of any pawn Wait for woe with a bony smile While cats play at his grave with guile The kingdom is all calm in cheer For if not! swing his sword malfear! Collaboration between me @HDdeviant + @RomanDubina If you are interested in me creating a nursery rhyme for your graphic, put your illustration in the comment section. I will choose freely.

Literature

Where is Duckie now?

TITLE: A MAN GROWETH AUDIO https://www.tumblr.com/richardmurrayhumblr/799111449124405248/written-by-richard-murray-hddeviant?source=share TEXT Church bells ring nine pm while a man runs on the sidewalk. He sweats profusely checking his smartphone. Five minutes to get into his apartment, wash off filth, be on time for the program. He reaches the tenement gate. ... Slightly wet, some old sweat, the man stands in front of his screen and a countdown is visible. After 2, a man appears. "OK my lovers! Welcome to another edition of Dating Dynamics with Duckie, thank you all for viewing. All live viewers will get an extra subscription month plus a sale on all merch in this episode. Now! lets begin with our negativity release exercise, that is right, shake it out, throw out the doubts, you love you and she will love you too. Hit the speaker button to tell all your peers and hear all your peers spreading the love! ... Now we have three special guest today! My Wife the Duckette! and our

Literature

Postvitanihilism

Title : Postvitanihilism I love libraries, even as a very little kid. New York City is a city of libraries, all over the city. One of my local libraries, Hamilton Grange, had this artwork that was in its standing hall, removed years ago. I remember as a child being frightened of the artwork so much, I would open the front doors and run through the standing hall straight to the steps never turning my head and run up the steps to the main book room. I remember the feeling even though I don't remember what it looked like or any information on it. As time went on my life's expansion provided many adventures here or there or times at home with warmth or fun. It isn't that I used some method to end the fear of the only thing I ever ran from. [ NOTE: To put it in context, I didn't run at 9/11 seeing the towers fall] I merely outscaled the fear. I even remember standing in the standing hall, late teenage years, staring at it. Walking closer as if trying to see if I will be frightened again. I

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Light Song

damilepidus

Published: Aug 1, 2011

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Ok...so now the juices are are flowing...

Wanted to do a play on light.

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MirellaSantana

Dec 13, 2011

lovely colors!!!

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