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Literature
Dammit all... again
I meet you,
I like you,
I love you,
I tell you,
and then you disappear...
Why does everyone disappear?
Is it me?
Do I come on too strong?
I spend my quiet moments
Looking for what I did wrong...
It hurts the most that I can see you right there,
I try to catch your attention but I might as well be air.
My love never implied romance,
I thought that we were friends,
Good friends... better than good actually...
silly hoppy-happy friends,
Damn this shouldn't hurt this much... i always put too much of myself in.
Well... time to prepare for another disappointment.
sigh
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Literature
...MEH..
THESE WORDS ARE HERE TO SEE WHO WILL READ THEM,
they don't feel important so please do not tease them,
THEY ARE THE PRODUCT OF A F(U/ER)TILE MIND,
absolving the solvent that left them behind,
IS THERE A DAY LIKE YESTERDAY,
perfect and well spent in every way,
NOT LIKE TODAY, SUCH A TOTAL MESS,
like these awful rhymes i just must confess,
I HAVE TO USE MY BRAIN WHILE I WAIT,
for inspiration and genius to free germinate,
GEMINATE (yeah that's a word) COPULATE AND LAY ME SOME EGGS,
sit on my breakfast plate next to my cup full of dregs,
AND LIKE SO MUCH SEDIMENTS OF DREAMS THAT WERE DRAINED,
thank you for spending your time here again.
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Literature
Those who know the chill of the dark
Swallowing the bitterness that promises happiness,
seeing smiles hanging all around like Christmas ornaments,
feeling the familiar chill of knowing you are the odd one out,
damaged beyond repair before you even knew what damaged meant,
the flight of the comet, beautiful to all who view it,
but in reality is nothing more than ice in the cold dark falling apart because it wasn't meant to be so near the sun.
And they wonder why I refrain from their presence?
I crumble to pieces in the very presence of their easy happiness,sadness and bland... enviable normality.
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Literature
THAT PAIN YOU FEEL
That pain you feel is muscle building,
destruction of the worn away pieces.
Staircases being built while you work away,
signs saying "Construction: please use detour".
Walking partially on the backs of past foremen,
who built their own homes and left behind the blueprints.
The world can't show restraint in its assault,
but the paths have been cut for those who would spit in the eyes of gods.
Look down at yourself now,
That six pack didn't grow itself.
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Literature
A falling star?... lemme check US weekly
A swirling whirling fragment falling downward earthward flaming burning blazing shining brightly calling screaming to it's tragic end.
A cosmic event, you wake from bed, check your facebook, then go back to sleep...
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Literature
Owl of the forest
Tangle of branches,
spangle of lights.
Moment so vital,
start of the flight.
Glow of the moonlight,
on forest below.
Strength of the hunter,
soft as the snow.
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Literature
Pharmaceutical Lunar Cycle
The moon sets full on a pink horizon,
white sphere sliding down yet... no sun is coming up.
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Mature content
little lord of a cast off world :icontheweelad:TheWeeLad 4 12
Literature
Left alone as time goes by...why?
There was a little boy that thought that he was all alone,
he snacked on momentary bliss but he was far from home,
he listed the persistent risk of capturing a heart,
from passers-by.
The longing for forgetting was a prime and central need,
to ride away from social ties on his most trusty steed,
the boy or maybe girl could disappear from public life,
and drift away...
But perhaps I need to break the lie of momentary bliss,
the longing love of listless ones that's far too long to list!
and finally find we be free from forming useless ties,
and come to see that useful leads don't need run our lives,
as time goes by.
And maybe we will both finally find the ones we need be,
and share that life with waiting ones who help us both be free.
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Literature
HERITAGE OF MIGHT
We are all a generation worthy, Scions of an ancient tree,
Watersheds of living history, Bearers of potentiality,
The conflux of hearts unshackled, Descendants of a shining royalty!
We are candles burning brightly!
Stars blazing in the night!
Defenders of an incandescent future that is well within our sight!
AND WE ARE CLAIMING, OUR HERITAGE OF MIGHT!
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Literature
Sleep Together
Sleep is a sweet mistress, that beckons on to worlds and lives both unknown and comforting,
a slight warmth on the corner of the jaw, a comforting pressure against my back,
her perfume is eternal in quality yet fleeting in quantity.
she is the only lover who has never left,
she is the only lover who has,
she is the only lover...
a rush of cold air from cotton armor failing, the chill assault winning,
I finally find myself, alone on an isle of foam in the middle of the dark
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Literature
THE LIE...
Perfection is a lie, that many do believe,
A ZENITH that they hunt, and never will achieve,
A state of perfect bliss, without darkness and rain,
A hero that will slay the fiends of sadness and of pain!
BUT THAT IS NOT THE TRUTH!
                            and its not widely known
that we are
              Broken
                            angels, we're all frozen and
alone...
GASPING FOR AIR AS WE DROWN IN FLEETING JOYS AND LINGERING SORROWS...
Fighting to save today, running from...tomorrow...
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Literature
The girl who sang to stars (page 1)
Midnight walked by on shoe-less dainty feet, quietly drawing ebony veil over dark blue sky, powdering her face with stars glittering like ice as the dust of her silent work spread even more brightly over visible creation. Somewhere someone slept, then suddenly, slept no more, as the silent song of deepest darkest dusk sang out in silvery tone, unheard to all but her;
her name was Lilia.
and Lilia had a secret.
A secret that her parents didn't know, a secret her older brothers didn't know, a secret her friends at kindergarten didn't know, a secret that nobody knew, no-one but Lilia herself and do you know what that secret was?
No? Well...
The stars sang to Lilia,
And Lilia sang back.
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Literature
Maybe we can all make it
Eruption like destruction on a mountain called Vesuvius,
   eventual dispersion of our long forgotten ways,
candid capers cater to a new unheard of truth that just,
   seems to scratch the surface of the way we live our days.
lonely powers hunger for the sustenance that lives in us,
        deadly cacodeamons that desire our vis,
every single fortnight we conspire to preserve our trust,
   every single day we wonder if there's only this.
white on rice for darker mind that hungers for a lighter dust,
    deeper loss of confidence that comes from living low,
little children running with the driest mouths of tender lust,
    thirsty for a quenching peace that they will never know.
...
Why are all so lonely, so lost like little boats out on a stormy sea,
the thunder is crashing,
                        the lightning is flashing,
       
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Literature
I AM...
I am;
A storm of flowers, sunlight and rain.
An insatiable lust and a foreboding darkness.
An uncontrollable treachery of a tired heart,
sorry that the cycle must begin anew...
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Literature
STRANGE MEETINGS
He was alive, after another day of talking and walking and existing. It was neither a good day nor a bad day, it was just a day.
He trudged through inky blackness beneath a star spattered sky, lost in memories of another forgettable day, a hovel his destination; a flimsy man-made cave containing a distant memory of daylight, a mockery of the sun.
He found his way to his self sentenced prison of some fifteen years, cells that he shared with his creators and one other creation and he proceeded to the one comfort he knew, a marvel that he had discovered! In a dark corner he had found a tear; a hole of some sort that allowed him to see everything, all that was and is and some of what could be, and with this font of knowledge he freed his mind, he was unshackled from the meager existence he was born to and he flung himself across gulfs of time and space; to the distant primordial past, to the first crossing of the atlantic, to the assassinations of presidents and the coronations of queens a
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It is so surprisingly tiring coming up with something outta nothing,
It is one thing when you are inspired and stuff is pouring into your mind outta everywhere... but when you are dry, it's like throwing random junk at a wall and wishing to God that something sticks and when something does... you are not satisfied with it, like a misshapen creation that cannot be undone, a finished abomination of mediocrity and singular dryness like the bottom of a seasonal creek in the depths of summer DEATH SUMMER.
However, the deed is done and so you are obligated to this new thing, this frankenstiened creation, to let it see the light of day... after all, it is alive, and you're the mother/father.

Congratulations! you are now the proud parent of... this.
  • Listening to: BBC
  • Reading: Shock of the fall
  • Watching: Stargate; SG1
  • Playing: the fool... and dota 2
  • Eating: A currant slice that inexplicably contains raisins
  • Drinking: water... again

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Femme-Fatale-3D Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2016
Great reads
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Rizhnir Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2015
Thanks for the fav!  I liked reading through your "lol" collection of faves xD and some good stuff here too!
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JunkYardRabbit Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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DragoonTequila Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thx for the watch La la la la 
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ksikevinsi Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2015
Hi, thank you for the fav :)

Un saludo!
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owlizard Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
thx for the watch :3
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Rolandi Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2014  Professional Artist
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splatpixel Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks so much for the Watch!
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MaryBalderrama Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014   General Artist
Happy Belated Birthday, TheWeeLad! I hope it was wonderful. :)
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TheWeeLad Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014
it was just a normal day, but thank you for the gift of words.
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