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The Beast by mrben89, literature

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The Beast

Empty, Senses numbed by the fire, From which only flows the unparalleled self hate Of old. Bloodshot eyes harken back the curse you thought you long lost. Your uly face shatters the porcelain mask, Acid tears melt down to pain. You watch the fractured image, Of your hopes and dreams ebbing away - Consumed by the monster long dead. You look down to your hands, They're disappearing - Crawling away with your dignity. Close your eyes, Wish it all away. Open wide, And swallow slow death. Let it trickle down your throat, Let it burn through your veins. Claim this retribution for your melodrama - They know you're never going to

Altar of Conformity by mrben89, literature

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Altar of Conformity

Cast into the fray Of laws not meant to be. The words of the man cast an invisible cage: A cage for the mind, A cage for the soul. Cages like bricks in the altar of conformity. Who were the first to listen? To forsake the essence of their freedom? Humanity has forgotten its animality, Trading it cheaply for complexity and pain. How were they able to achieve it? To rise so high above themselves? To control the untamed; expoit it endlessly. Changing the very composition of what is human. Replacing instinct with routine, Mystery with religion. Changing survival to monogamy, Transforming thought into crime. Society is darkened,

To nothing by mrben89, literature

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To nothing

Trees green, in blur of speed. The sky purple through tinted haze. Needles piercing skin, Senses of pain forgotten. Ashen faces, Streaming blue eyes. Gloved hands fumbling, Swaying with destiny's turns. Life's vehicle comes to a halt – The doors flung open. Blinded by the light, The wonder of colour fades. Moving again now, Breathing grows shallow. Life's contrast darkens, Strange shapes replace the defined. Laying paralysed, Reeling in lost feeling, Thoughts soothed by confusion, Sound muted in terror. Taking in deep breath, This is where the journey ends. Savouring these last moments of life, I close my eyes – To n

Who is left to blame? by mrben89, literature

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Who is left to blame?

Who is left to blame, When all the guns fall silent? When the sky's tears wash away the hate of men, Her remorse for blood spilled lost in the echoes of dying men's last cries. Flying Death now lays buried, The mud has gone away. Tall poppies now grow in the fields, Reminders of what was left to grow no more. Who is left to blame, For a trail of broken hearts? Families shattered; lives left to ruin, Left to stay strong in glorified disaster. The medals pinned to grieving chests, Stick like needles to a broken soul. Left bitter with distant memories and the letter, "He did his country proud"

A Journey of the Heart by mrben89, literature

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A Journey of the Heart

It was just another dream that went awry…Didn't it turn out to be the biggest mistake of my short life? It all seemed so perfect – the ideal retreat from the harsh times that had been so cruelly dealt to me; some bittersweet relief from the scarring pain and lies. The house embraced me with sickly warmness, the kind of comfort left piled broken atop my shattered dreams in a savagely consuming past. As I walked up the rocky, overgrown path, between the young but homely gardens under a crystal sky, the sense of brooding I harboured seemed to ebb away, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity I allowed a weak smile to creep acro

Shadows by mrben89, literature

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Shadows

Fumbling blindly, Tripping over trepidation. Running mindlessly, Hounded by fear. A look over my shoulder, Shows the shadows left far behind. Distant memories of pain long forgotten, Until the fleeting moment you flew proudly over this maze. Now the storm rages around me, Harshly conquering the serenity of loneliness; The safety of detatchment. And as the rain lashes around my lost and confused shape, I find myself longing for that which I so blissfully cast away, And wait for the day you rescue me from these shadows.

Crime? by mrben89, literature

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Crime?

Heat rose off of the crackling flames, hitting skin like fiery knives. The blaze roared across the dry grass and crop, its advance resembling fire snaking along a vein of oil. From afar, one could see a family's work from past and better days, turned to a towering wall of flame and ash; plumes of thick, black smoke billowed into the cloudless sky. Fire fighters battled the blaze, but frankly there was no point. The fire spread like the Blitzkrieg and was soon to burn itself out – there was nothing left of the dead farm to consume. Yet still they fought, until dusk set over the dry and yellow plains and fields, and the fire was reduced to

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Eating Me: Revisited by mrben89, literature

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Eating Me: Revisited

These days when I see your face, I look back to the days where it brought me glee, But those days are but distance memories, In the twisted labyrinth of my mind, its thorns cut deep through reason. As I sit in my unrighteous self-doubt, I ponder the reasons why you haunt me so, Perhaps it is fate; perhaps it is punishment, I've served my sentence nonetheless, now leave me to fade alone. I thought you were just another demon, Queuing to attack, To feast upon my happiness, To lie in silence, to dig the thorns in deeper I despair at every sight of you, But how I long to see you with each passing day, To feel your arms around me, to

The feeling inside by mrben89, literature

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The feeling inside

I don't know if I should tell her, The way I truly feel. My true feelings are hidden even from me, I sit in darkness in wait of the truth. Is it her or is it another? A maze of questions shrouds the answer. I beat mercilessly at these binding walls, With each cleared, more blind me from the truth. I feel down, When she's not around. When she returns, Its as if what's lost is found. She's like no other around me, She can have a good time. She's like a good mate, She knows how to make you laugh. Like a true friend, She values you for you. She'll have all the time in the world, For the friend truly in need. They say beauty is

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The Guide of Guides by mrben89, literature

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The Guide of Guides

Who is there to guide the guides? Who can guide the aimless? Always there for you, But who is there for them? As they catch you when you fall, Does anyone hear them fall at all? Catching your sorrow at your feet, Their feet drag them to oblivion. Always there to lend a hand, There are no hands when they make the call. Happy you are to accept their wisdom, Their wisdom will not save this guide. All alone I lay, In the darkness that consumes. A broken guide I lay, My shards reveal no way. The nails sink deeper, Through the bleak and tortured souls. Denial is all you shall find there, The forest consumes the wisest. For the w

The Dead by mrben89, literature

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The Dead

Sometimes it feels like I shake the dead, You give us no answer. It is the same for you all, In an instant your will is changed. I don't understand, Your complicated minds. You let us in close, Then leave us out to dry. Why must it be the long way? Why can't it be straightforward? We are all direct, Is that so hard to do? So many reasons why it cannot be, They make no sense to me. Yet there is no time to explain, Or perhaps you feel no reason to? That really messed with my mind, Those things that you said. Though tainted it was, Those lies tasted so sweet. I long for the day, When we all think the same. That day will not

Clouds by mrben89, literature

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Clouds

When I look to the sky, I see not the stars. Rather the clouds that send them home, The rain won't wash these tears away. Not even the rain is as it should be, That is not water that falls. The blood runs freely down my face, It seeps through every pore. Now it seems they are a part of me, As I am a part of them. Bound together by thought and blood, we offer no answer, Just the cloth to hide the wounds. Well I'm afraid that's not good enough this time, In my hour of greatest need. I have no need of your blankets anymore, I am for the world to see. The cloth falls from around my face, The wounds gape open now. Now without tha

Fate... by mrben89, literature

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Fate...

As I fell to the floor, It felt as though time stood still. But the time on my wrist still span, Fate just a cog to drive its hands. Just like time, Fate can do funny things, Like when you're running late, It feels like you're running still. Perhaps the two are not just alike, Perhaps they are one and the same. With time things change, With time your fate is shaped. I once thought fate didn't apply, I thought it wasn't real. Yet to come so close, and to fall so far, What other reason is there? Hell, maybe its not, Maybe I'm just a fool. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, But wait, isn't that the same? Now look what I've gon

Unwanted rush by mrben89, literature

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Unwanted rush

Though I don't feel it too often, This isn't my favourite rush. Sitting in the dark with my head in my hands, The sweat beads from my brow. That stupid man, He said it wouldn't last this long. How wrong could one man be, And he's supposed to know better… My head burns inside and out, No Panadol will cure me. Not even the healing of sleep, Will deliver me from its reach. Yet this is no drug that I speak of, It is not illegal, though it should be. I speak of this weather and the stupid forecaster, The stupid heat is killing me!

Its time... by mrben89, literature

The Wall by mrben89, literature

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The Wall

I realise, That sometimes it's easier to say no. To turn your back on the problems, I realise that it can get too tough. Now you need to realise, That it doesn't always make sense to me. You might think that I am making loopholes to evade your help, My wall is the one who pushes me through them. Of the two sides of me, This is the one you see. Its wall is solid; the razor wire hangs over its lip, I cannot get out; you cannot get in. You can say all that you like, That this isn't me. But by taking what I hated, The wall gets taller in front of me. You can yell; you can scream, These things do nothing to me. Just force my othe

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Dark skies by Rain-memory, literature

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Dark skies

The darkened skies Rain down their torment A thousand lies Regrettable truths Once Again I Am Torn The empty hallow of my heart I know that once it could be filled Time has a different purpose That Bitter Taste Within Me Augment the rapid succession of joys Each day I learn of love Then the new dawn brings fresh destruction I am torn down before I am rebuilt Level ground survives the storm But it holds nothing of itself Regret The Fallen Past I find my present path Distorted by a shadow And from whence I came A Widows Nest And I the spider My present be no better It walls a

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Australia
Deviant for 19 years
www.twitchagain.com
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Current Residence: Sydney, Australia
Favourite genre of music: "Symphonic Melodic Proggressive Death Metal"
Operating System: Ubuntu 6.10/Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen
Personal Quote: "I don't get it..." To which I replied, "Yeah, but you could!"

Favourite Movies

V for Vendetta

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Opeth or Metallica... Or maybe Tool... can't split them

Favourite Writers

George Orwell

Favourite Games

Championship Manager

Favourite Gaming Platform

XBox

Tools of the Trade

You, me and them. A keyboard and mouse. A head and a heart.

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MUSIC, Sport, Friendship, Leadership... and MUSIC again.

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mrben89

Nov 11, 2006

I survived!

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Well, I survived a week of slave labour... Work placement is over and I never have to do it again! So now I find myself with the prospect of a week's worth of HSC catch up to do... Fun fun. I did however manage to sort of write something in the week, though it is for an assignment (which, thanks to work placement, I will be handing in late).  So when I get it finished, some time this weekend, it will make it's dA appearance.  Had some people misinterpret the last poem I wrote, so hopefully this story will clear it up too. And that's it, deal with it. Ben.

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mrben89

Oct 31, 2006

Help

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Well I've given the "I'm back" spiel before, but that doesn't mean anything 'cause I was on for maybe a week, then couldn't be bothered after that. I come back in need of your help.  Seeing as though I want to ACE the HSC I need to do well at English, and to do that one must be able to write!  Therefore, I need some more practise than what the school can provide to lift the quality of not only my own writing, but the way I look at other people's writing. So I propose the following: You need to kick my arse to make sure I write stuff AND if I do I humbly request that you pull it to pieces and tell me how it's crap and how to fix it, as I'm s

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Apr 3, 2006

Well I return

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Well i don't know how many times I have to keep saying "I'm back", each time for a different reason... I came back to look for stuff to write the Twitch Again website... which got me thinking... why not try and use dA as a marketing tool? Watch out for that sorta thing, Grug out

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May 12, 2008

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