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THE FACE by Pauper-Circumstance THE FACE :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 5 1 Hallstatt by Pauper-Circumstance Hallstatt :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 5 2 Castle Ruins by Pauper-Circumstance Castle Ruins :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 3 2 View of Salzburg by Pauper-Circumstance View of Salzburg :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 3 3 Abbey in Melk by Pauper-Circumstance Abbey in Melk :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 5 2
Little Worries
Worry about life,
it worries not for me.
These things I carry,
so worrisome.
A test this week,
two essays the next.
Homework! do not forget,
Try and do your best.
Books and paper
         and pencils
             and pens
weigh me down
Yet the anchor,
sinking me,
my mind,
my heart,
are those,
simple, complex,
little things,
called emotions.
will my grandma make it?
what about my mom?
my aunt and uncle driving crazy,
like ants over bodies.
My father and brother,
work, work, work, work,
My dog,
alone, alone, alone, alone.
My friends,
are they alright?
My dearest one,
so loooong I haven't seen
These worries, these
things I carry,
with me.
I have to,
need to,
I care.
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Snow Westie by Pauper-Circumstance Snow Westie :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 4 2 Book of my father by Pauper-Circumstance Book of my father :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 2 15
The Three Doors
The man awoke to a blinding light, scourging his eyes until the man was forced to keep them closed for a substantial amount of time. His mind raced, wondering where he was that there would be such a potent light. A police station maybe? He didn’t hear any muttering or voices. In fact, there was no sound at all. The man regained strength in his eyes and opened them once more, prepared for the blinding light. He squinted, waiting for the light to subside, and it did, slowly. He tried his best to search his surrounding, but he could not make out much. Then, towards the back, appeared the silhouette of a man.
“Who are you?” asked the squinting man, commonly referred to as Thomas. It took a few seconds for the stranger to reply.
“It matters not who I am, but what stands behind me,” the stranger replied, referencing to three ominous doors behind him. Thomas rose from his bed, placing his blanked on top of his pillow. He walked carefully towards the stranger, try
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lost, not found
I find myself
defying deaf noises
screaming voiceless cries
thinking thoughts of naught.
has dropped its “why”
leaving me
lost in a forsaken wasteland
smiles have turned
upside down
the fire I touch
burns like ice.
I wander
in my memories
and dreams.
hopes have turned
to ash
when I reach to collect them,
revive them
they slip through my fingers
burying themselves
in the world’s earthly tomb.
I find myself
searching for answers
only finding
more questions,
more doubts
I seek guidance,
a path.
yet I find before my feet
no roads to lead me there
where do I go now?
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longing the lost
you can’t hear my cries
my wailing in the corner
every lonely moment
i think of what
we used to be
the snarky remarks
the annoying gestures
the constant teasing
our wonderful bond
i cry for those moments,
that seem so long ago
at a time when
i thought
things got better
i guess
i was young
you may have forgotten
but i haven’t
those moments of laughter
and joy
and friendship
even though we hadn’t met
i felt i knew you
and you knew me
there was harmony
in our words
going step and stone
i long for these moments again,
i long for them so much
i’m so lonely
i scour old messages
to make me feel wanted
to remember those times
those grand old times
i try leaving messages unread
making believe they’re new
yet knowing their the past
my past our past passed
i wondered a year ago
where we’d be today
i wondered with hope
and excitement
and wonder
i only look towards the past
for those emotions
i want them back
i want them so bad
yet inside my heart
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Run, trees, run
Run, trees, run,
Leave your roots behind.
The air screams fowl,
The rain burns all binds.
Escape, leaves, escape,
Flee your master’s grasp.
The dirt bleeds like sand,
The time-glass has passed.
Flee, branches, flee,
Go deep underground.
The fire rages with storms,
Best be far from home.
Fly, twigs, fly,
Let the wind carry you high.
Seek solitude in clouds,
The land has betrayed you now.
The sun has left,
Engulfed by moonlit fumes
If the brightest star does not stay,
Then why do you?
Forests, dear forests,
Your time has come to an end.
Search for oceans or seas of stars,
For the ground rages fire,
To all in its path.
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keeping me down
why hate gravity?
keeps me d
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Who Are You Looking At? by Pauper-Circumstance Who Are You Looking At? :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 3 7
The Boy and the Sailor
The little boy stopped in front of the elder sailor, admiring the man’s stagnant position along with his strong posture. The sailor continued to smoke his decrepit pipe, unaware of the boy staring at him. The boy contemplated what he should do- whether to tap the man before asking him questions or just to start asking them aloud. As the boy pondered over what he should do, the old sailor finally took notice of the well-dressed school boy in front of him.
“What do ya want, sonny?” the sailor asked.
“I don’t rightly know, sir,” the nervous boy replied.
“Ain’t ya or ain’t ya not goin’ ask me something?”
“I’m not sure what to ask you.”
“Well, ya better ask me quick cause I’m liable to drop dead any second.”
“Lemme think, sir. Why do you wear your anchor tattoo on your leg instead of your arm?”
“Keeps me grounded this way I don’t fly away like them balloons.”
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Just Another Trip to the Garden by Pauper-Circumstance Just Another Trip to the Garden :iconpauper-circumstance:Pauper-Circumstance 1 3

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She’s invisible.
But she has yet to accept it, even as the sands of time begin to slip from her mind, into the palms of her hands where they continue to escape from her, lost to the ground below her, she can not accept it.
She’ll never accept it.
Nobody knows the girl with green eyes. Green eyes that reflected the Earth in two bright orbs, attempts to be hidden only failing as the girl watches her ‘friends’. Nobody knows the girl with raven black hair that her mother used to comb everyday while she sat by the window, watching the crow’s and ravens pause to look at her. Nobody knows the girl who saved her little brother from the gang that decided they wanted to play. Nobody knows.
Yet she still presses on, still wonders the street whether it’s day or night for she has no care for sleep. At first it scared her, confused her and she would walk up to passer-by’s and scream, never quite knowing how far away she was when she was so clos
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I wish I may, I wish I might
In the beginning life seemed vast –
An ocean’s horizon--a never ending story,
But things change.
It’s difficult to fathom your bones buried
Beneath the deep,
As your spirit roams --freely.
Evident in these memories called upon;
In the dark, still--- I weep;
I miss you.
Then there are times I am lost in the nonsensical laughter---
What a silly notion we could be—you and I.
But you were never a fool,
Possessing a quiet wisdom
You were perfection.
An abundant life that lived each day
Until ------you were gone.
And even as I gaze upon the stars;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
I wish you were here tonight.
My heart expands—
with gratitude
That you graced this space,
Once upon a time.
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the music she hears
out past town
the girl
dancing in the dark
is hanging by a moment,
a mirror of the past and future.
a trick of the light
and a little closer,
within her grasp
is shining
our good morning.
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Some clear tropisms for your frozen lines
(a title-poem // see the comment) 

This sunfall in the stars is falling in love
with my mouth, a graveyard;
not what you wanted, sea father
look beyond –
the spectre on the watch
is breaking the frost,
onirique. *
Terminal matter
for a poet’s prayer:
it is not a dream if it is everyday.
Forged by Frantz, march 2013.
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Sravana Varsa
I'm broken branches
in forest trenches
keeping you safe throughout war
I'm hidden rain-songs
lyrical diphthong
trembling by the cooling shore
The sky is running
with ghost clouds gunning
at the clueless masked lovebirds
The moist earth swells up
filling leaking cups
with our fruitless crippled words
Candlelight flickers
leave souls to wither
as my bones set in for night
Prevernal daydreams
undone at the seams
tease you and wind you up tight
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
My skin is summoned by the auburn glow
We took a vow to live without goodbyes
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
I hear bells resounding like last July's
And so by another trench shall I go
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
My skin is summoned by the auburn glow
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By the Nape
The world is quiet
at this earliest of hours.
My cat lounges atop the writing desk
pushing a pen around
until it falls to the ground.
Having no concept of time,
she is awake only because I am.
Difficult to fathom an existence
of such profundity and freedom,
but for the length of a poem,
an indulgent duration
where I see the universe
through a detailed lens,
like a horologist
hunched over
an antique watch.
COPYRIGHT 2014, William Barker
All my work has copyrights
with the Library of Congress.
No usage without my permission
regardless of circumstance.
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The Dark Knight by SamDenmarkArt The Dark Knight :iconsamdenmarkart:SamDenmarkArt 264 40
We only got caught once.
There were about thirty of us at Madelyn Cartwright’s orphanage, the youngest only three and the oldest seventeen. Ella and I were in the middle, young enough to still hope that our parents would show up one day, but old enough to know deep down inside that we were on our own. It was awkward and we were best friends, and that was our life.
Madelyn’s house had a giant staircase that split into two smaller ones when it met the window in the wall. In the middle of the night, the moon would shine through the window and onto the landing, illuminating the stairs with a sort of eerily pale glow. I know this because sometimes, at night, when everyone else was asleep, Ella would sneak out of the girls’ dormitory and I would sneak out of the boys’ and we would meet on that little landing, the moonlight making us look like ghosts.
Sometimes we talked, about Ella wanting to be a nurse and me wanting to be a writer, about our parents and what we thou
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An Ode to The Phantom
There is a boat on a lake,
Burning candles on a cold black mirror.
And this journey I will take,
To find the man that I’ve been looking for.
I’ll find him I swear,
Chase him into the blackest night,
I’ll find his lonely lair.
And dry the tears from behind his mask.
What will lurk behind?
Some haunted face or tender spirit.
I shall say words truly kind,
And try to put his broken soul together.
Across the keys his fingers dance,
Enchanting beauty and bewitching senses.
I am lost within a trance,
And I know I’ll be forever his.
Away from judgement and from light,
We will spend the years together.
And I’ll live in this blackest night,
And stay with him forever more.
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Morning Run
When you are there beneath my feet
When I breathe, full, hard
And wind comes flailing behind me
With you I can climb mountains
Beads of sweat, salt on my cheek
Lips, tongue
With you I can fly over water
Pavement, shoes, I can do anything
As long as I have a road to go on
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i remember that day you were crying, la llorona
howling like the coyotes around the hanging tree outside
and maybe they were crying for you.
they came from the forest in pairs,
in meters, in taut, sinewy lines
to see the one who had murdered her kin,
her daughters, her brothers, her self
and left them to drown in her tears.
i saw their images tacked to the hanging tree,
and i did not forget, did not forget.
and i promised my self i would never be like you
could never hurt with these hands,
could never kill with these veins.
i promised.
and now the coyotes moan for me
or else they cackle like devils,
and call me a liar, and call me a thief
she slapped me today.
looked at her hand innocently,
curled and uncurled her stubby fingers
and then she was malice
and malice struck me in the face.
it burned red like the venom of a snake, and then
she made a muffled noise that sounded like laughter,
delirious, a pig's squeal with a viper's unblinking glare
she smiled the smile of a beast before bat
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Haiku III
I am the Master
Who guides the Covenant to
Oblivion's Gate
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Losing Sight Of You
I miss your heart in my hands
I miss being followed around
you've been burned into my skin,
I swore I'd never get near,
something so hot again
I wish I could have you
to look pretty in my house
I wish I could wear you
as the clothing on my back.
hold me fast, and leave like you do
if I need to make my day, I make it without you.
oh and all the expectations
like weights around the ankles  
and I, I wandered
straight into the river
I don't know if I'll ever be ready
if I grow up,
you grow up too.
'cos things are changing faster than me and you can move,
things are getting darker
and I'm losing sight of you.
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Mature content
Genesis :iconmeeoko:Meeoko 120 64


So I saw "Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice" on Friday and here are my thoughts (spoiler-free, cause I hate spoilers):

It was... definitely an AWESOME movie, and I would recommend it to people who love comic books or just like having a good time at the movies. :D :D :D :iconbatmanplz: :iconsupermanplz:

1. The movie is getting so much hate it is not even funny anymore. I've seen reviews for the movie ranging from "It had no plot! It's all pointless fighting!" to "I had too much complex plot and not enough fighting" to, and this one is the worst, "I don't want to think during my superhero movies". Seriously??? Eight Blank
I think it is just people think it is "COOL" to hate on the movie, and yeah, that's fine. Yes, there are plot holes, but there are plots holes in EVERY MOVIE! I've seen some reviewers call it the worst superhero movie ever, and you know they are full of crap. I'm not saying it is impossible to dislike the movie, but anyone who says, "OH IT SUCKED WURST MOVIE EVER LOL" is... a troll. Yeah. Don't believe them.

2. As for the cast, Ben Affleck was fantastic as Batman, and 90% of the world owes him an apology. He was brutal, dark, complex, and everything Batman/Bruce Wayne should be. He's great. Jeremy Irons is fantastic and funny as Alfred, and emotional at times. Henry Cavill continues to progress the character of Superman. I always loved his portrayal of the character and I like him in this film as well. Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman-- she is really really great. She was awesome. I am totally seeing the Wonder Woman film. :) Jesse Eisenberg was good as Lex Luthor. He does not play the character as the typical Lex, which was good and bad. He was a too-- crazy for me and I like Lex a little more confident, cool, and calculating. But he was good. And Amy Adams was good as Lois. Overall, cast was very good. :)

3. For the story, the title is a bit deceiving. It really isn't so much "Batman v Superman" as much as "Batman and Superman, they just happen to fight". The beginning of the film is a bit slow as it builds towards the conflict between Superman and Batman, but that is important, because you need a reason for them to fight, and they give us that. Not to spoil too much, but you see Batman is in a dark place because of his past and the events that occurred in Metropolis have given him a negative picture of Superman. Thus, with a little manipulation by a certain villain and nightmares, he wants to take out Superman. Superman's reasons for conflict I cannot divulge as much because it is too much spoilery, but it makes sense in the story.

4. The plot does seem to stuff a lot in sometimes, but overall, it is well done. The dialogue is fantastic, and the Justice League cameos are well done, as they are not really forced into the film at all. And Wonder Woman is not forced either, she fits naturally into the film. :)

5. The action scenes: Thank you Zack Snyder. You are a master!!! :D They are phenomenal. Really. Even if the movie sucked, it would be worth the price of admission. The fight with the Trinity against Doomsday is excellent and the Batman/Superman fight is wonderful as well. Wonder Woman really stole the show in the final 20 minutes though. :XD: But Batman was super cool as well. :)

I would give the film 8.5/10 stars. Was it the best superhero film ever? No. Was it great? YES! YES! IT WAS GREAT! It was grim, but it needed to be to set up "Justice League", which I can't wait to see. I definitely recommend it to everyone. My favorite superhero list would probably look like:

1. Batman Begins   2: The Dark Knight Rises (LOVE Bane)   3a: The Dark Knight   3b: Man of Steel   4: Batman v Superman   5: Captain America: Winter Soldier   6: The Avengers   

I really don't understand how one could "hate" the movie. I could see where some would like it, but I have talked to so many people and no-one hated it, and only one person disliked it. The other 10 loved it. So yeah... I think the hate is more of the "vocal minority". Don't listen to them. The film is awesome and you should go see it!!!! :D :D :D


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1,000-3,000 words. I try not to go over 3,000, but as I stated for my long poetry, it depends.
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Under 1,000 words. Note me the idea of the story and I'll be able to tell you what I can do with it. :) I accept any/all ideas. I don't do graphic stories or anything R-rated.
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nightshade-keyblade Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy 21st Birthday, man!
paytonsnewheart Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the llama! 
AnAnonymousPerson Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
It's a bit late for me to wish you a happy 19th birthday... so may you have a happy 20th! Fromage Connoisseur fella (Badges) 

Sorry about not being on yesterday to state my desire for you to have a happy birthday... How did it go? Did you get anything remarkably awesome?
Pauper-Circumstance Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
I know I'm replying like a year later, but... Thank you so much!!! :) From what I remember, it was good! Hope you're doing well!
AnAnonymousPerson Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
I can't complain about the time, I haven't been on DA since last year, I think!

Hope your having another happy birthday!
nightshade-keyblade Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday, Michael! Many happy returns Balloons V4 2015 NaNoEmo - #21 Birthday Dance  
Pauper-Circumstance Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
Thanks bud!!! So sorry for replying back so late. Life has been a roller coaster!!! :D Hope all is good!
nightshade-keyblade Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
That's all right, man. Always good to hear from you!  ^)^
Chezzy-Am Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Forgot to mention this. Happy Birthday man :)

I hope you have a good time. You're a good writer, a good friend to talk to, and an asset to have around - being a gentleman and all that. Its wonderful being with you, and I'm glad your here to take care of me. :)

:hug: Stay strong and stay happy.
Pauper-Circumstance Featured By Owner May 1, 2015
And you are a dedicated friend, an amazing poet, and one of the few reasons I return to dA time after time. :) Thank you.... :hug:
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