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Mental Degradation
Mental declination/degradation My mother's mental state has degressed to the point of worse clarity and even higher severity. Communicating with her, I find difficult, to see my mother in such a state, it hurts. I wish there was something I could do for her, some way for me to acquire my freedom, that I might cure her malady and free her from her schizophrenic condition. I cannot. I have no recourse, no actions left to make, no more moves to play. It is yet another horror, another facet of this living nightmare come, and there is nothing I can do to give her herself back. My endgame plan is all I have. The only hope for humanity. Bang. She
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Too caught within the call of chaos
Caught within the call of chaos 2 These threads of fate we hold onto The frays of fate and ravel A grip upon our lives assumed A guide or noose we travel In fog does chaos crash and cry Motes of rings in song Destinations: our whim to try To do our right and wrong Ill-begotten fortunes dare Golden fates like spoons Curious are the footprint fares More curious are the tunes The metal machine siren's song is sung With a chorus of woe and sorrow The glass and glisten bells are rung Their shadow for the 'morrow What call is chaos in today What path to an ocean of sound Can the cobblestones of will to lay The dearest truth profound In the di
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Last night
This was written the day after June 24th 2019. It was around midnight when...well...sigh... Last night... It is something of the broken without a name. A sentiment. A deep emotion without a word. A nameless nightmare, a mad malady, a harrowing horror, a purest profound pain, something from the closet of unspeakable insanity in Inselubrious darkness. Being a slave, having your freedom stolen and kept from you, I have discovered what is just so piercing to the greatest of precipices of pain: you have nothing left to live for. Love, to enjoy it's dance, to feel so weightless and free, to feel the beauty in the smell and taste of another, the
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The bullet looks brighter every day
My doornob to the door (The bullet looks brighter every day) The evil grins that stare at me Hunger, creepy, in their eyes Into me, these to be Shines the bullet of their demise Every day it brightens more Darker skies and painful pours Mockery and torture, blood to debt Hearts and souls that fall their wet Storms that break upon my shore Twisted acids fall to sand Coalesced inland again once more Profoundly stronger they crash so grand Alone so homeless, in the rain The cold, begins to grow Slowly turns the snow to hail Inside the bullet begins to glow The people pummel, so fall the ice Ripping leaves and bodies alike Falling to clean t
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Nightmare Echoes
There are sensations unavoidable, my echoes of soul Feelings and senses returning through the ole The feel of my blood thickened, in it: tissue, between my fingers The cling of blood to me that lingers Her words that I'm a good person with proof That with morals and ethics, I am not aloof The sight of the walls during the worst parts of the nightmares call to me As if my very mind is fighting these lobotomies The sensation of the pole ripping still in my chest The curve of my back that it exits, my body to a crest A white falling from me upon the dirt From my stomach, 8 bullet holes that didn't hurt In shock, yet every step from the gun and h
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Eyes in the dark
The songs, in silence, for the unsung Corpses whisper without their tongues Stories varied, but their roots the same From the Infinite mirrors of the insane Echoes screaming in the dark Spirits gather, and haunted, park Messages, in mourning, form The transparent overlap, reality is born The headstones missing, but graves do tell Correlation found in a rimless well The worldwide grave that whispered a name A race that once stood, and "humanity" its frame The illusory script of nighttime dreams The transparent trace of hallow hymns The verses of starlight and destiny streams Into the heart and all-withins The edges of humane's distances meet A
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The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share No one dared Di
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Crimson crawling
(A poem about a true story, walking down a highway with a punctured neck, trailing blood) I remember the crimson snow that fell like rain Against the soul of sanity's constrain Upon a road my body swayed Consciousness gone, and will waylaid I remember the blade that pierced my throat I remember the red stain stream unto a moat For years in darkness, a jail within And then sent to jail while absent a sin That river of red for more than an hour A constant wonder why my life didn't devour I watched the fall upon the street Soaked my shoes, the red my feet Blurry control, the wavering memory Existence without my presence, I see Painted hands
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Fading echo
My consciousness returns in starts and segments, yet I can feel it being stolen away from me What was once a conversation of soul is now a whisper fading into the black A rushing stream of life, teeming with resonance of the sun Now a shadow transparent, the echo of a ember from a flame drawn thin by the scar lines of a snowflake sorrow Each unique falling of a cold core storm, the flashes of lightning bite into the sole sign that once there was more Fading. Like the breath of the final moments one claws for, not yet ready to go quiet into the deepest lonely in parting My fading echo
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the way we break
soft; not the shattering of plates on the floor, but the washing away of river banks by the steady flow of water, until what was once safe ground is no longer, and i no longer know where we stand. the hardest lies to swallow are the ones in which i tell myself i'm okay, it's okay loving someone who loves himself more than me. there are not enough candles in the world to guide me in this darkness, and if life is a journey - i have lost my path.
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The Soulmates - Sinbad x Reader Ch 18 (Magi / AU)
Later that morning, after spending most of the day walking around the palace, you decide that it may be time to go pay Sinbad a visit an find out what is that he wants to tell you. He had asked you to go to his office after all. After knocking, you open the door to find Sinbad sitting at his desk. His brows furrowed as he takes some documents from the large pile of papers and scrolls he has in front of him. He glances up as you enter the room and his face breaks into a satisfied smile. "(Name), I'm glad you came. Come in, please" "Hi, you seem busy" "Yes, Ja'far sent me all this paper for me to see. And something isn't right at Qishan...
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365 Things I Love About You
365 Things I Love About You 1. I love how you always make me smile 2. I love how you always make me laugh 3. I love the way you inspire me. 4. I love how cute and adorable you can be 5. I love the kindness that you show 6. I love how I can always be there for you 7. I love how you can always there for me. 8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in 9. I love how open-minded you are 10. I love your gentleness with me 12. I love how you take my breath away. 13. I love thinking about you 14. I love how sweet you make my dreams 15. I love hearing your laughter 16. I love it when you smile 17. I love you still when you
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Memories and Rememberance ( Anthology )
Memories and Rememberance i 1. I poured memories into a teacup to soak my soul occasionally with reminiscent sips from the past 2. I wove your memory inside my mind just like the way ivy vines used to curl up against the terracotta walls of your home I cried our moments together onto orchard petals like puddles of dew drops in the frigid morning hours There is something so reminiscent to curl up on patches of green grass among wilting daisies and earthy soil - it makes me think of you And the thought of you has always comforted my lilac heart It would complete this newly turned garden of mine But as my thorny reality has remin
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A Letter from the Late Professor Stone
March 13, 2018 To Whom It May Concern,    If you’ve found this letter, which was hidden among the personal effects of my home, it can only mean that I am no longer of the living. This does not come as a surprise to me, given the recent events that have taken place in my life. I’ve sensed for days that my end was drawing near, and have decided to leave this letter in the hopes that it might prevent anyone else from befalling the same fate as I.    I am neither a superstitious man, nor a religious one. I have long since left behind the childish ideals of the fantastical and supernatural. I see the world not through rose-tinted len
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Lighthouse Keeper
The storm is like a raging beast, It terrifies, to say the least, The wind is like a bitter chill, But keep my watch, I surely will. I grip the rime-encrusted rail, And blink away the stinging hail. I miss a step and almost fall, But it deters me not at all. The spiral stairs take me atop, The lighthouse tower, and then I stop. I grunt with pain at creaky knees, And hope my hands and feet don’t freeze. I do not wish to die of cold, But I am weak, my flesh is old. I fear a fever’s burning breath, I fear this storm may yet mean death. That time is mayhap drawing near, And if that happens, then I fear That there will not be anyon
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A girl on fire
Can you imagine this series of circumstances, and realize that they are true, this is reality. Can you imagine a girl, mid 20s, a burn victim, with 80% of her body burned from a motor-vehicle accident that she caused, by the directive of Ashley Silao, to kill all the individuals who were in the car, so that she and Ashley both could split the insurance pay out from the accident. Ashley told her how to accomplish this atrocity, and then paraded her before me, grotesque and lipless, and said she wanted me to kiss her. That this creature before me wanted to kiss me. Every part of me wanted to vomit at once, not because of how this girl looked,
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Echoes of my ghost
I saw it! (Perceived it!) Her last moments, the images are clear, of her using a knife and (supposedly) taking her own life. My wife, the woman I would have married, told me of her own murder years before. That she would be forced to kill herself through Ashley using the browser on her. And now Ashley made me see it. Watching as the knife pierced her stomach. It haunts me. They all haunt me. Echoes of Scott. His life. I can touch his pain. I can dip into the surface of the ocean, but before I can fully reconcile and begin my work through, I am cut off, pulled back, violently, and then tortured. More pain. I remember being controlled by t
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I live for deviantart pages like yours!
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DylanCArt|Student General Artist
You are awesome my friend.
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We are friends? I don't recall having any friends anymore.
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DylanCArt|Student General Artist
Well I just want to be nice to people that all.
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thank you for the fav <3
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trick or treat by little-one-girl  ¡Feliz Halloween! Happy Halloween!
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