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Goodness
At times I wonder
if the good can commit to doing bad
and I reason
that they are disillusioned
and think they are no longer with a heart
that they do heartless things
but when I believe that
a good person
can do evil
I also believe
their truest nature
is never gone
only silent and guilty-feeling
watching
reasoning
hoping for a moment to arise
to reach out and say
it is enough
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Literature
Watercolors
I feel that my memories
are a watercolor
that never dries.
As time goes by
instead of the colors
holding shape
they blur into obscurity
and I'm left with nothing more
than a feeling of an event.
An endless painting
that shifts and changes
as long as I pass the years.
So forgive me if I forget something
the paint is never dry
and it runs constantly
through my head.
It can always be put as it was
with the skilled hand of an artist
to reconstruct a piece
made so many years ago.
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Literature
The Hour
With these hands
we wield such power.
It is frightful,
this enormous dower.
Will we be safe,
As fortune may sour;
Destroy ourselves,
so stay weak and cower?
Or will we regain our nature;
Will our senses tower?
Will we have enough
to redeem this final hour?
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Literature
Hard Hearing
Sometimes
I predict that in the future
we'll be yelling at each other
from short distances.
People will stare at us
thinking
that we must be so mad
because we're so loud.
Just two old people
screaming
their tired old lungs out
and I think that's fine.
I also think for context
we're both only yelling
because we're hard of hearing
and we're holding hands.
It's still funny
to see strangers confused
that never gets old
but we do
and I think that's fine.
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Literature
One In A Million
It's December in Manhattan. Albert Jeffries had been anticipating the approach of Christmas and the snow, but now he was in a less jovial mood. He walked in the brighter side of the sidewalk as the sun was already making its way down over in the west end. He was a small boy around thirteen, no bigger than his mother, who was around a few inches over five feet. His father, who was taller than the house doorway, always assured him that "puberty will stretch you out". He was just arriving at the medical office where his father worked and felt the chill air of the street brush against his exposed skin. Albert was feeling hot under his coat. His whole body was tense, all the things he wanted to say to his father would be said the moment he was able to see him. The burning in his eyes subsided and he sniffed hard at the cold air.
Albert had thought about leaving, but he did not hesitate in his steps and the thought was quickly dismissed. He already thought long and hard about this beforehand
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Eating Pears... :iconthe-bohemian:The-Bohemian 0 0
Literature
Amber Lights and Snow
Soft snow, soft light
soft feelings.
The warmest glow met
with the coldest snow
make it perfect.
No more streets, sidewalks or
blackened and trodden ground
only soft white virgin carpets
that bite your skin and
pacify the fall.
No more dark due
to amber lights and snow.
Only charming frost
and the illuminated night
all aglow.
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Literature
Knowing The Difference
                    As a child, I was always told to be brave when I was scared. This request is often so hard to follow through when you simply did not know how to be brave. To me, I thought all it meant was not to be afraid at all, not to show it either. Fear, often was too overwhelming to not feel any inkling of it, much less fight off once you've been gripped by the thing. Have you ever had encounters with bullies when you were young? Or had to go through or to a place and face mortal danger of possibly being severely injured or even killed? I'm certain that everyone has had such an experience or at least close to one where fear has corrupted your judgment and ability.
                     When I have a child and they come to me shaken and damaged with fear, I would also tell them
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Literature
Being the Third Wheel
     One night, while riding the bus to work, I sat down and watched a couple in front of me. I never moved from my spot, and they did not move from their seats either, they were two rows directly in front of me. For some reason, they managed to get closer and closer together and I was becoming much more distant, despite not having moved at all. So there I sat, and there they sat.
     The strangest thing is that eventually, if you connected lines to each of us to form a perimeter, it would simply become a solid line. Initially, there would only be one shape made from the perimeter of three points: a triangle. Another thing to point out, would be that even if we physically moved apart from one another, the lines that connected us in that way - would never change in length. It might be maddening to think of yourself as connected to another couple, but it's happened, you've already witnessed them, they're included with your existen
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Literature
It stays here all along
In a room of light with and without,
I moved as you moved,
coiling through beneath the night.
I could not hear you.
You're voice was a whisper
as the room began to roar.
Wanted to hear you so badly.
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Literature
My Three Sacred Rules
Hope for the best,
but Expect the worst,
and Believe whatever the hell you want.
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Literature
Papillon
Fluttered,
Graceful,
an utter,
and not wasteful.
A few choice words
and four elusive letters.
What's not to like
if there's nothing better?
I am left chasing butterflies
with nothing but two hands.
two hands to catch,
two hands to hold,
two hands for a match,
two hands to help never let go.
Be careful chasing butterflies;
they're so easy to break.
When you catch them,
remember what they feel like:
fluttering fiercely and freely, yet fleeting in their fervor...
Never give up the chase, there are always butterflies.
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The-Bohemian
Christophe
United States
does it really matter if you know me? meet me in person and then you'll know.

Current Residence: Near the cemetery in the little town of Maspeth.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: small...
Favourite genre of music: everything except rap and most hip-hop
Favourite photographer: my HS photography teacher... though i never saw any of her photos... she was insanely cute
Favourite style of art: Highly detailed anime, or art, details win me over
Operating System: Windows Vista [purrs like a kitten for me, since people still don't know how to use it right.]
MP3 player of choice: iPod / iTunes
Shell of choice: 12 gauge? i'm starting to like .57 mags
Wallpaper of choice: Dark and Moody, and i love the floral
Skin of choice: umm... snake?
Favourite cartoon character: Haruhara Haruko (FLCL), Ed (Cowboy Bebop)
Personal Quote: "Maybe it was a good thing i didn't get to read your fortune..."
Interests
I know I havent been around for quite some time. Classes have been pretty intense, but being a creative writing major still helps me dish out the artistic expression, even if it's not on deviant art.

I was on the train today. I took out my water bottle; it had frosted clear plastic so you could see the liquid inside. It was a solid amber color and i knew it to be iced tea. I made it from two bags, one Lipton orange pekoe and another Twinings lady grey. As I took it out and slowly unscrewed the top, a young woman stared at me and at the bottle. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a small, summer dress. My bottle distracted her from conversing with her friend as her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes darted back and forth from the bottle to my face. After the top came off, her eyes went wide and her mouth seemed to be struck with something of a smile or an expression of imminent horror. I took a drink, and then she looked away, back to a friend and continued her conversation.

I didn't know what might have gone through her head, until I looked at the bottle. It looked very much like gasoline. Did she really think that she was about to witness a man set himself on fire? Did I look so miserable, so unhappy for her to suspect that? Do I look grumpy and sad?

I hope not, I feel just fine.
  • Listening to: Anything good at the moment.
  • Reading: nothing, needs something to read
  • Eating: eating... so... much... pork
  • Drinking: iced tea (gasoline)

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Inkstainedsheep Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2010
you jelly?
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The-Bohemian Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2011
i'm soooo jelly D:
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Inkstainedsheep Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2011
:icontrollfaceplz: U jelly of my jelly?
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The-Bohemian Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2011
U U NO JELLEH?
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Inkstainedsheep Featured By Owner May 17, 2010
I love thee, The-Bohemian.
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Obake-no-Kage Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2009  Student Filmographer
Hey thx 4 coming by and bein my 1,000th pageviewer!!! :glomp: :hug:
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[launches dim sum missiles and hails them at you] Deliciously deadly! Enjoy! XD

[yells] Now prepare to throw the roasted duck!
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