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I stare out from the sun.
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Ill-Aimed
I specialize in stealing kisses; Carry stars to light your candles On your birthday cake for wishes. I'd say our glances , (back when we met) mimed our smiles, it's maybe kismet that I hold a special place within it (that locket on your breast's what I meant). How could I pretend to forget that nuzzling the back of your neck goosebumps your skin which brings me back to kisses. And how each one still misses.
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I'm on your heroin, going rounds with porcelain pigs And we're toe-to-toe on twigs flying miles from there to here again. Tapping root in the vein in vain, Expecting merciful words to change The outcome, But how come It flows a river of repetition? Our well-sung songs are skipping And coincide the superstition. You find your God in visions, But to Hell I ride dead-set on my mission. I'm taking every precaution: Making sure I run the faucet On the gentlest of hottest, So the bleed is far from modest. I'm being honest, But the verses seem subliminal, I'm suddenly in critical Condition and you need to know Exactly how I'm doin
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Heir of A Dying Sun
Father, you've betrayed me. I say this, laughing a defeated gasp from my final lungs. It is everyone else you have abandoned, But it is I, your son, that you have betrayed. As I carry your perfect burdens, Walking away from your crumbling dust and the whispers of your carcass, I have left this tell-tale grin disfigurement upon my mask, So that every fantasy I hope to find in mirrors, will be viciously sobering. Moments from the end, each of us waving goodbye amid an oddly warm darkness, Preparing for the silence with corona-burned, whited-out eyes. It's startling how numb I am to the understanding that everyone has forgotten their v
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Someone (Anyone) Take The Wheel.
How can we collide? Eyes up above the canopy, we make fiction these shooting stars that scrape bright the night for momentary streaks at a time and somewhere along the way, we lose our footing, and betray ourselves to the hunt. In well-uttered darkness, we listen loud the reaching of the dawn, inching our fingertips out of incandescent night. How could I derail? Foreign needles find me a gold mine of anticipation, and I am ransacked; I am harvested raw till the wind rips through and down flutters brittle chaff. Along the dust of that breeze, you can barely see me and I wave away a whisper that will be heard in a faraway place, in search of
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A Tale In 3 Parts - The Ghoul.
Ghoul - The First Awakens. I woke up today, to find that I had died. Or, I believe, might have died. I cannot be certain. I found myself sitting here, in this chair, rocking slowly. Slowly rocking. I woke up to the sound of creaking, slow-paced rhythm grazing the inside of my head. My stale, and ancient eyelids cracked open with a struggle, blinking once with a dry lick, and I wholly(though without cause for such a notion) desired to stand up from this restful slumber, that I believe robbed me of all my life that I had beheld before this day, even though I have yet to prove I have died. That is, to say - I woke up today, to find that I FEEL
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Awaken Undreamer
Direct your attention to the screen please, the hands do their best to guide you here, but your persistence in denying us is making things difficult - assistance is required, so we bring out the pliers and teach you many truths about insubordination. Every finger you clench down upon the clawed-out, wooden arms of this chair, peels back its own nail in panic, but is as futile as the efforts the muscles of your eyelids employ to shut tight your eyes - witness what we'll have of you, it's for your own good. Bite down upon this cable, and feel the energy of our intention course through you like a vine wiring up your spine and throughout your b
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For The Trembling of Blossoms?
Amidst a prime confusion, every part of me awakens in this kaleidoscopic wonderland.   At the cost of clarity, I question myself: I am the Collision - The deadly that walks the colors, bubbling along my flesh in streamline escape, liquid to the touch and savory in the poison.    Or perhaps I am the Evident - fresh and raw in blood as the fingerprint that grinds against stones and walkways, learning to feel with every discovery.   I believe I am the Perception - Upright I crawl against the weathering, daring myself to chameleon old identities in an effortless ploy to deceive my every predator, or should I taste the illusion?    Yes,
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Ill-Aimed
I specialize in stealing kisses; Carry stars to light your candles On your birthday cake for wishes. I'd say our glances , (back when we met) mimed our smiles, it's maybe kismet that I hold a special place within it (that locket on your breast's what I meant). How could I pretend to forget that nuzzling the back of your neck goosebumps your skin which brings me back to kisses. And how each one still misses.
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I'm on your heroin, going rounds with porcelain pigs And we're toe-to-toe on twigs flying miles from there to here again. Tapping root in the vein in vain, Expecting merciful words to change The outcome, But how come It flows a river of repetition? Our well-sung songs are skipping And coincide the superstition. You find your God in visions, But to Hell I ride dead-set on my mission. I'm taking every precaution: Making sure I run the faucet On the gentlest of hottest, So the bleed is far from modest. I'm being honest, But the verses seem subliminal, I'm suddenly in critical Condition and you need to know Exactly how I'm doin
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Heir of A Dying Sun
Father, you've betrayed me. I say this, laughing a defeated gasp from my final lungs. It is everyone else you have abandoned, But it is I, your son, that you have betrayed. As I carry your perfect burdens, Walking away from your crumbling dust and the whispers of your carcass, I have left this tell-tale grin disfigurement upon my mask, So that every fantasy I hope to find in mirrors, will be viciously sobering. Moments from the end, each of us waving goodbye amid an oddly warm darkness, Preparing for the silence with corona-burned, whited-out eyes. It's startling how numb I am to the understanding that everyone has forgotten their v
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Someone (Anyone) Take The Wheel.
How can we collide? Eyes up above the canopy, we make fiction these shooting stars that scrape bright the night for momentary streaks at a time and somewhere along the way, we lose our footing, and betray ourselves to the hunt. In well-uttered darkness, we listen loud the reaching of the dawn, inching our fingertips out of incandescent night. How could I derail? Foreign needles find me a gold mine of anticipation, and I am ransacked; I am harvested raw till the wind rips through and down flutters brittle chaff. Along the dust of that breeze, you can barely see me and I wave away a whisper that will be heard in a faraway place, in search of
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For The Trembling of Blossoms?
Amidst a prime confusion, every part of me awakens in this kaleidoscopic wonderland.   At the cost of clarity, I question myself: I am the Collision - The deadly that walks the colors, bubbling along my flesh in streamline escape, liquid to the touch and savory in the poison.    Or perhaps I am the Evident - fresh and raw in blood as the fingerprint that grinds against stones and walkways, learning to feel with every discovery.   I believe I am the Perception - Upright I crawl against the weathering, daring myself to chameleon old identities in an effortless ploy to deceive my every predator, or should I taste the illusion?    Yes,
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A Tale In 3 Parts - The Ghoul.
Ghoul - The First Awakens. I woke up today, to find that I had died. Or, I believe, might have died. I cannot be certain. I found myself sitting here, in this chair, rocking slowly. Slowly rocking. I woke up to the sound of creaking, slow-paced rhythm grazing the inside of my head. My stale, and ancient eyelids cracked open with a struggle, blinking once with a dry lick, and I wholly(though without cause for such a notion) desired to stand up from this restful slumber, that I believe robbed me of all my life that I had beheld before this day, even though I have yet to prove I have died. That is, to say - I woke up today, to find that I FEEL
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Awaken Undreamer
Direct your attention to the screen please, the hands do their best to guide you here, but your persistence in denying us is making things difficult - assistance is required, so we bring out the pliers and teach you many truths about insubordination. Every finger you clench down upon the clawed-out, wooden arms of this chair, peels back its own nail in panic, but is as futile as the efforts the muscles of your eyelids employ to shut tight your eyes - witness what we'll have of you, it's for your own good. Bite down upon this cable, and feel the energy of our intention course through you like a vine wiring up your spine and throughout your b
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A Tale In 3 Parts - The Ghoul.
Ghoul - The First Awakens. I woke up today, to find that I had died. Or, I believe, might have died. I cannot be certain. I found myself sitting here, in this chair, rocking slowly. Slowly rocking. I woke up to the sound of creaking, slow-paced rhythm grazing the inside of my head. My stale, and ancient eyelids cracked open with a struggle, blinking once with a dry lick, and I wholly(though without cause for such a notion) desired to stand up from this restful slumber, that I believe robbed me of all my life that I had beheld before this day, even though I have yet to prove I have died. That is, to say - I woke up today, to find that I FEEL
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I Meet Strangers to Populate My Dreams.
So I have something in my eye. Nothing is there, I know, but it feels like there's something there. So what do I do? How do I solve this problem? Easy. I employ the same solution I've used in nearly every predicament, both life-threatening and harmless: I ignore it. It's been a long time since I've written anything on here, but I have written. I'm just lazy. I'm too scattered to focus on what to do. I talk to myself a lot and I rather enjoy the lack of response that I give. Sometimes I feel like I used to be my own best friend but I've grown tired of my company. Not that I have, nor that I will, but it just feels that way. So how does one re
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Aspiration.
I get so scattered, it's ridiculous. I end up all over the place it seems. I've done it in real life, and now I'm doing it on the internet too. Travelling across the internet universe to find something. What am I looking for? Everything. See that's the shatter of the cliché. But it's true! I am looking to find everything I can, learn, discover, grow, become everything. I think we all are, and many aren't capable of admitting that to themselves. Like truly admit it. We reach a landing in life and accept this as our lot, and the mountains we climb from there become much smaller - yes you still climb mountains, but the scale shifts to acc
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Palms: Sweaty.
I've alot on my mind, and that mind finds it hard to sleep. I'm looking for a position to rest, both in my mind, in my life, and in my words. Churning throughout the day, in a haze or in a mystified sense of duty; determination. Mechanical creations and electronic gizmos can attest to this wholely. Unfortunately they don't apply, however this same process is recreated in each of us. We fight an endless battle; a war waged and waged endlessly, or seemingly as such. On the frontlines of our own lives, battling the enemy of fatigue, and striving with perseverence FOR perseverence. There are only so many hours in a day, and most of those, the
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cskadoz| General Artist
sev, great to meet you, bro! :highfive: t'anks for watch, yeah? 'preciate -- hope you enjoy. like your work, need more!
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psychoticidal|Hobbyist Writer
Good stuff bud, my pleasure, enjoy your work as well.
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cskadoz| General Artist
:highfive: :manhug:
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Thank you for the fav :)
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psychoticidal|Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure.
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Mesozord|Professional Digital Artist
=) Thank you so much for the fave.
And if you have the chance, here's my facebook page with a lot of new stuff yet unposted here and WIPs too.
Facebook: [link]
Maybe take a look at it (and why not, leave a like =P)
I will gladly appreciate it!
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psychoticidal|Hobbyist Writer
Done and done.
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