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I Remember

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I Remember

I remember the first time I met you through a friend and immediately found you quirky. I remember when I started to enjoy your company. I remember my first recognition that you were artistic. I remember growing fond of you. I also remember trying to convince myself not to fall in love again. I remember trying to find a flaw so I could keep my heart hidden. I remember the feeling of my heart begging to be seen. I remember the way my head buzzed when I started to shyly flirt with you to test the water. I remember how my heart jumped when I learned you were sincerely flirting back. I remember how I waited excitedly to have you pop up.

The Dark

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The Dark

It's dark and I'm alone. I feel crippled and lost. Trying to run from the fear, To any and all cost. Turning around to face the monster, I can't see, can't look. I can't open my eyes, no no. I can't open the book. Is it that I can't or that I won't? It'll hurt, tear me apart. This darkness, monster that lurks, Deep in my heart. But look in the mirror, What, child do you see? When I look in the mirror... All I see is me.

Clockwork

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Clockwork

The armor was heavy on his shoulders as he covered the last few steps up his watch post. The grass underfoot as he came to a stop at the top of the cliff that overlooked this valley.  As a heavy sigh drew his lips he, reached forth and set his shield driven deep into the earth of the ledge, careful still to avoid the edge. Only then did he remove the heavy steel helmet, grasping it by the eyeholes and let his arm drop to his side. Now that Clockwork's hair was no longer held still by the form of the helmet, the neck length silver locks of short wavy hair bristled gently at the breeze from the height. The lights of the city bustling in the ni

The Whisper's Tale - Chap 10 RD

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The Whisper's Tale - Chap 10 RD

 This would mark the only other time Art had ever been knocked unconscious by someone else in his entire life. Strange enough that he would begin to relive an old memory, of course it had to be about the only other time he was knocked unconscious. It was with his had when he was being taught a simple concussive force spell. His father was so sincere and patient. Art should have known better though, his dad was a major prankster. "Alright Art," began his father, "because of the spells low accuracy based on being a spread shot spell. You need to catch the opponent quickly, or even better off guard." Art had already spent the better half of

Life in a small world.

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Life in a small world.

I haven't told you yet, in my very special way. How cold it is here have I? The life of a man quick beating and exciting, So what a wonder it is when we are tripped and forced to slow. A new world opens to us a slow and beautiful one at that. For mere moments we lie in appreciation before the body needs to stand once more. Whisking us off again to pass the world by. I've been tripped. What's better is I've been tethered. Trapped and held in this slow pace. What a scandalous beauty has capture me this time. How secure is her net over me that I may never want to escape or speed up again. Such a glorious fall, what a glittering cage.

Children at PLAY

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Children at PLAY

I have long since wondered why the children hide as they play, Quickly do they paint their masks and wear them so proud, no matter how much the face within rots behind that colorful mask, none attention is it paid! The masks they cry while giggling is heard and dancing but stuck in stone so still, never has a canvas been so used butchered and loved as the mask the mirror of the now, that I find myself wondering, what is my mask. Beyond my scowl.

Calamity Averse

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Calamity Averse

 What a calamity I've seen! On this soft stone, what such scars have been made. Weeping is this marred canvas, the paint still comes but fading alas. The paint fills these scars and gone they will be, Oh what a calamity I have seen!

Charisma

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Charisma

The man he was true, always true would be. His deceit was also covered, always covered oh yes. He lied with his truths, but how sparkling it was!

The Trinity Complex

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The Trinity Complex

As he fell he was laughing. Laughing, Laughing, As I was shot I was laughing, laughing, laughing, As she burned she was laughing, laughing, laughing, As we shared we were dying. Grasping. Dead.
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I Remember

I

I Remember

I remember the first time I met you through a friend and immediately found you quirky. I remember when I started to enjoy your company. I remember my first recognition that you were artistic. I remember growing fond of you. I also remember trying to convince myself not to fall in love again. I remember trying to find a flaw so I could keep my heart hidden. I remember the feeling of my heart begging to be seen. I remember the way my head buzzed when I started to shyly flirt with you to test the water. I remember how my heart jumped when I learned you were sincerely flirting back. I remember how I waited excitedly to have you pop up.

The Dark

T

The Dark

It's dark and I'm alone. I feel crippled and lost. Trying to run from the fear, To any and all cost. Turning around to face the monster, I can't see, can't look. I can't open my eyes, no no. I can't open the book. Is it that I can't or that I won't? It'll hurt, tear me apart. This darkness, monster that lurks, Deep in my heart. But look in the mirror, What, child do you see? When I look in the mirror... All I see is me.

Clockwork

C

Clockwork

The armor was heavy on his shoulders as he covered the last few steps up his watch post. The grass underfoot as he came to a stop at the top of the cliff that overlooked this valley.  As a heavy sigh drew his lips he, reached forth and set his shield driven deep into the earth of the ledge, careful still to avoid the edge. Only then did he remove the heavy steel helmet, grasping it by the eyeholes and let his arm drop to his side. Now that Clockwork's hair was no longer held still by the form of the helmet, the neck length silver locks of short wavy hair bristled gently at the breeze from the height. The lights of the city bustling in the ni

The Whisper's Tale - Chap 10 RD

T

The Whisper's Tale - Chap 10 RD

 This would mark the only other time Art had ever been knocked unconscious by someone else in his entire life. Strange enough that he would begin to relive an old memory, of course it had to be about the only other time he was knocked unconscious. It was with his had when he was being taught a simple concussive force spell. His father was so sincere and patient. Art should have known better though, his dad was a major prankster. "Alright Art," began his father, "because of the spells low accuracy based on being a spread shot spell. You need to catch the opponent quickly, or even better off guard." Art had already spent the better half of

Life in a small world.

L

Life in a small world.

I haven't told you yet, in my very special way. How cold it is here have I? The life of a man quick beating and exciting, So what a wonder it is when we are tripped and forced to slow. A new world opens to us a slow and beautiful one at that. For mere moments we lie in appreciation before the body needs to stand once more. Whisking us off again to pass the world by. I've been tripped. What's better is I've been tethered. Trapped and held in this slow pace. What a scandalous beauty has capture me this time. How secure is her net over me that I may never want to escape or speed up again. Such a glorious fall, what a glittering cage.

Calamity Averse

C

Calamity Averse

 What a calamity I've seen! On this soft stone, what such scars have been made. Weeping is this marred canvas, the paint still comes but fading alas. The paint fills these scars and gone they will be, Oh what a calamity I have seen!

Charisma

C

Charisma

The man he was true, always true would be. His deceit was also covered, always covered oh yes. He lied with his truths, but how sparkling it was!

The Trinity Complex

T

The Trinity Complex

As he fell he was laughing. Laughing, Laughing, As I was shot I was laughing, laughing, laughing, As she burned she was laughing, laughing, laughing, As we shared we were dying. Grasping. Dead.

The Whisper's Tale-Chap 9 RD

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Needless

We laughed at him because he was different, He laughed at us because we were the same, We chided him for his mind, He chided us for ours were all the same, We will never laugh the same way again, He will never laugh again.
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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Dec 28, 1992
  • United States
  • Deviant for 9 years
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Budding Novelist and Sturdy Poet I stand for the Silence

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Favourite genre of music: Punk
Personal Quote: I will not harm in anger. I seek to keep peace, not force it upon you.

Favourite TV Shows
Doctor Who, The Amazing World of Gumball
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rise Against
Favourite Books
Fantasy
Favourite Writers
Dean Koontz
Favourite Games
Legend Of Zelda
Favourite Gaming Platform
Nintendo
Tools of the Trade
Trolls and Tolls

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Knocked off my feet

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Return for Requests.

Return for Requests.

Well, I've been practicing my writing a bit elsewhere about the interwebs and polishing it up a bit. So now I have a proposition. Want a story written? Got an idea you want converted to text? Character description? Back-story? Something as simple as a peer-review? Message me. {For problems with bustin' ghosts. Call Ghostbusters and let them handle all of the spooky ghosties.} Poetry is...not really open for requests. I only write ANYTHING on inspiration, and lately I haven't had any. Kind of saddening, but that is how it is. I'll be keeping out my artistic feelers for more strokes of {self-proclaimed} genius. Until then, I'm open to your d

Poetry Contest-ery

Poetry Contest-ery

Well, in a bold move of boldness completely unrelated to my success in karaoke where I was fondly regarded on my singing of American Pie. I entered a poetry contest! The name constantly evades me, but I entered my poem, Watchman...... And I'm a semi-finalist! Whoo! So, that knocks off the list one of my life dreams since all semi-finalists get their entry in a book! It has been my dream to get some of my poetry published. BAM! Done. Now to get more of it <.< lol Anyways, just thought I'd flex my metaphorical muscles while I write the next chapter of The Whisper's Tale!

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Beautiful-DeathsHobbyist Digital Artist
Hey
Its vezu
OnikisuWasuremonoHobbyist Writer
Vezu! OMG long time no see/talk! What's up?
Beautiful-DeathsHobbyist Digital Artist
Yoooo! Nothing much, how yah been
OnikisuWasuremonoHobbyist Writer
Good, I'm a firefighter now.
thank you :aww: have a nice day :sun:
vezu Digital Artist
Me and Cherri stopped by to say hi
lilyoteHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks so much for the rewatch ;D