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Whimsical Notations
Whimsical notations
Process in past tense
Manifest in quotation
“I loved you”
Reply
“I let you go”
Regrets regrets regrets
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Literature
cAMP Inhibition
cAMP inhibition, gut ambitions surface (as)
Weary nostalgia (creates)
Insomniac condition (manifests)
Emerging renditions of manic expression (force)
Open my soul to my mind...
(weary weary weary, what makes me so sad and dreary?)
And my mind tries to ignore (ignore ignore, forget!)
What else can be done when your soul disregards (how can I forget?)
The past and its consequence (I can't forget...)
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Literature
Lethargic Leaves
Imagine a musty darkened world, rotting leaves spread every which way. Knee deep, I wade through the decay, mind clogged, heart weary, soul heavy. All I want is a taste of fresh air. Every breath brings in the stink of death, and I’m tired of it. I’ve grown lethargic, and this landscape is only the reflection of my mind.
You’re voice rings in my head, and all I can hear is your soft tones. All I want is you. Looking down at my feet, I see a glisten through the decay, and at that moment I know. Break through the lethargy and I’ll find your beautiful face. Long forgotten energy starts to flow through my veins, and I see possibility once again.
I raise my hand, fingers clenched into a fist, and up from above comes a comforting shadow. Above me is a giant fist, a mirror image, an immense doppelganger. For the first time in a long time, a smile crawls up my face.
Fist to floor, fingers extend, and the doppelganger follows. Flesh touches leaves, and then they fly. 
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Mature content
Resentment :iconempathyflux:EmpathyFlux 0 5
Literature
My Reason
The earth which was once full of life, excitement, and bright colors seems to have lost its core, it reeks of lack luster, an eyesore and cold to the touch; perhaps in the fury of expression the human race spread its wings too fast, too furiously, forgetting that the wings were not their own but a gift from heaven, manna from the gods, which were given to them on good faith, with the hope that these simple creatures could arise to clandestine heights, unfettered by the clutches of inferior intelligence, yet the gods did not realize the mistake they had made, for with this intelligence came the fucked up belief that mankind was doomed to fail, that sooner or later hatred, greed or jealousy would catch up and screw everyone over, hell if not those of malicious intent, then sheer circumstance would get in the way, thwarting man from ever reaching its height, for man had indeed forgotten that life itself is a precious gift and small moments of happiness should be held ideal, because if tho
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Literature
Cold Toes
He said,
"May I be so bold as to inquire,
What it is that you require?"
Now... This man I do admire,
Who so boldly inquires
What my heart desires.
.
...
.....
I'd like some socks please! :D
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Literature
Charles
Ultimate decay of hope. That’s what they call it. They say that life hasn’t been the same since it came about. And they know what they are talking about. Who the fuck is they anyways?
Whatever.
I just call it the fat ass party pooper. Or sometimes Charles. Just Charles. Calling it (well you could say “him”) anything else just seems superfluous. Like that Harry Potter He-who-must-not-be-named-this-is-freakin-long type of deal. Charles here is the shit-stain on a fat man’s panties.
Ew. Gross.
Anyways, Charles is probably liked by most; they call him “Char Char” for short. I know right? “Char Char” is damn retarded. Stupid stupid people. His nick name is fucking longer than his actual. Idiots.
Confused? Explanation. Ok so I lied a bit. I’m the only person that knows Charles for what he really is. (I guess I’d be the “they” then eh?) He’s the party pooping, hope decaying, attention stealing baby. Yeah… a baby.
Charl
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Literature
Thank You
I try not to judge you
But I know you judge me
And to be honest
I play off like I don’t give a damn
But I do.
I really do.
You mean a lot to me
And I see that now
I used to fight it
Thinking I was alone
But I see you now.
I really do.
I got over myself, and gave you a chance
You came through for me, honestly
And you helped me become more
So much more than I would have been alone
Thank you.
For everything you’ve done, I love you.
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Literature
The Natural Flow of a Writer
From our minds flow…
… ideas, back to back, again and again. Ideas so fleeting, so voluminous, that trying to catch them all would be futile, but still we try. Our hearts ache, watching these dreams fly by, reaching out to find nothing, constantly wondering what could have been. Finally one falls into our hands, our fingers tingle with anticipation, a purpose, a goal. Perhaps to let others know our story, or maybe just the act of recording in protest of the bitterly short time we are given, to live on past our bodies as something more. At these times anything seems possible, all roads are the ones less taken, and anything can make all the difference, so we grab our pencils…
And from our pencils flow…
… words that we never did imagine, words falling swiftly down the arm, spilling over each other to be imprinted in false timelessness. The force, staggering, the flow unending, uncontrollable, unstoppable and still, unable to quench the thirst, the thirst to go on
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Literature
Patience through Pain
The pain
I don’t need to go through this
I could choose another path
But this is what I was born to do
To fight
Everyday more bruises, cuts, and scars
I never stop, never let up
The pain… it’s euphoric
Filling my body, from head to toe
Yet I never lose my focus
It’s a way of life
Hell that’s what the –do means at the end
Once you live it, you can’t go back
Endurance, live through the hits
I lived through the ones before, I’ll live through any that come
The pain is encasing
It takes over, and if you let it will run you
Don’t ignore it
Don’t fight it
Accept it, make it a part of your life
And move on
That’s the trick see
Blows hurt as much as you let them
Fear of the abstract increase the pain of the physical
Don’t fear the pain, accept it
So punch me
Kick me, cut me
Whatever
I’ll take all you have to give
And then I’ll pay you back ten-fold
Patience is the key
Endure to the limit
Then release
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Literature
Search for Home
She walks                   |         He walks
alone                          |         alone
forever seeking          |         never needing
a home.                      |         a home.
She's gone from here |         Hes been there
to there                      |  &
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Literature
Bitter Goodbye
A smile on my lips
A tear in my eye
My hands on your hips
Oh god don’t cry
I have to stay strong
You're breaking at your base
I know this is wrong
Your losing your grace…
I can see it in your face.
Your hands grip me tight
Putting up a fight
Trying to make this right
Oh my love, my love…
This is goodbye…
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Literature
From the Departed
Lament young one, cry for your loss.
Run away little one, go find your precious mum.
I? I will not cry. I will not run.
I have done my share, so flee, child, be gone.
Live in bliss, ignorant to truth
One day you will know pain
One day you will know love
And you will never be the same
Dance young one, bask in all that you have
Laugh little one, you know not…
I? I danced and danced, now my legs have grown weary
I laughed, oh! How I laughed! Yet you would not understand.
Be excited! There is much yet to come
Feelings you would never expect
Realities you could never dream
And after the pain
After the love
You will know me, and we will be as one
And together we will laugh!
Oh how joyful it will be!
For we will have known pain, and through it we became stronger
And together we will dance!
Dance till we cannot stand
For we will have known love, and how can one know something so pure and not dance?
While you laugh, I will cry
Cry for your joy, for your happiness
While you da
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Literature
Who, indeed, are you?
Dreaming while I’m awake
You follow in their wake
Who are you?
To be honest I am quite okay
Going on day by day
Being alone is not so bad
I have friends to keep me glad
Still I ponder
While you tear my heart asunder
Who, indeed, are you?
Not a body, not a face
Just an imprint of grace
You ice cold lich
Hoodwinking me, you witch
You crazy crazy bitch,
Who the hell are you?
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Literature
Last Night at Tech
My last night at Tech, at least for this year. As I lay in bed I thought of everything that had happened this year and realized I was not quite ready to have it end. So I decided to take a walk. I went to DX with the intention of grabbing some food and eating it in some dark corner of the drill field. Unfortunately for me, I forgot about all of those people who love to get drunk on campus. The drill field, though mostly empty, was not the quite place I wanted to be in, so I continued to walk. Eventually I reached the pyramids of the engineering building outside of Johnston, and there I sat nursing my chicken. The silver rays of moonlight flashed through the clouds, reflecting off of the glass pyramids. I could see a few late night kids still hard at work in the windows of the science/engineering hall.  As I sat there munching on chicken, my mind wandered toward the metaphysical. Questions like what is life and what is sorrow teased my thoughts. I sat there for quite some time
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Sahil
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Current Residence: Blacksburg, VA
Personal Quote: Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.
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Hey buddy thx for the watch!!!
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Psychedelic-joi Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2008
I love your new writing! It was so good. Miss you and hope college is going great =D
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congrats on 1000 + pageviews, you birthday whore!
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EmpathyFlux Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2008
Thanks! Why am I a birthday whore?! I's confused :(
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EHB Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
because your age still says 19 on dA!!!
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change your age you birthday whore
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EHB Featured By Owner May 17, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
empaty flux ...
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god i post on your page too much. lol
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