Twilite91

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Pretense by Twilite91, literature

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Pretense

Years later I would come and I would love you complete with that broken Shamrock still dangling around your neck. And with it I would play when I had nothing else to say when there was everything that needed to be said. And yet there was just silence. And March air, upstate New York somewhere, in a car with us. Just us. And with the silence came a smile, and awkwardness, but all the while I didn't once think of home. I thought of you, and what kind of damage you would do when eventually I got on a plane and went to that place I wasn't thinking about. Not actively. But it was there somewhere - home is a distant drumlin, but

Canvas by Twilite91, literature

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Canvas

This screen is my canvas. Is it sad to see my little works of heart created under LED light rather than candles? There is no scrawling with a pen as there used to be and even then the method of production doesn't matter to me - it's the result at the end. There is logistic composition, of all the greatest stories men have tried to write, they mostly comprise of love at first sight, And other such lies We allow ourselves to fantasize about. I need to make limitations, because in each of the world's nations, whether here or back in that place I used to call my home, I find someone to base my work upon. I'm dependent on depen

Questions by Twilite91, literature

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Questions

I used to treat the backstage curtains like a velvet wall. I'd lie down, tummy on the ground, screaming, begging and pleading, to the man I imagined was lurking just behind the woven fabric. I knew – although don't ask me quite how - that he knew everything about me already. I didn't have to explain my back-story, or where I came from, why my voice sounded funny, or what the purpose of my trip was He already knew because he sent me. This I was sure of. What I wasn't so sure of was everything else. Absolutely everything else. So while I'm talking to the man behind the curtain - my apologies Feminists, he is a man, because t

Just like the man... by Twilite91, literature

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Just like the man...

I used to have someone who cared for me more than I could've imagined. Now there are great gaping holes of empty hurt and once felt emotions sporadic throughout my soul. And I used to be whole (I did); feeling like the entire world would never meet such a dreamer. With an attitude that this city is the best there can be in the land. He was the only man, who knew my truth. Now I dream of velvet skies with flags waving and patriotism often red and white but always Blue. I sometimes have to pinch myself and remember that other colours actually exist. And they are vibrant and dull all at the same time. I am no longer his be

Phantom by Twilite91, literature

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Phantom

You can't be mine. I didn't need you, not now, and not at this time. There is no symbol as destructive as that little blue line. You can't be mine. But even as my world collapses and my dreams turn to ashes in my hand, You are the very reason that I stand. You can't be mine. And I can't believe how lucky I am To have a piece of me in something more beautiful than I could ever be. You can't be mine But if you were I'd work so hard to do things the right way. There'd be no crying no sighing no running away. You can't be mine But you would prove them wrong - things are not as they seem. And your existence alone would fu

Wind by Twilite91, literature

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Wind

You're definitely blonde and yet I'm looking at you, as if I understand what you're going through. Your smiles are melting the pupils of my eyes, until they're like liquid coal that's just been mined. (Rest assured, they'll harden after time). Yours are bright, and with a story hidden behind. You speak, and smile, and gesture - Like you have all the answers - and I just keep repeating the same could-be lies, a sullen mantra that never satisfies. I hear you say to me, in some old Lakeside manor, That He is like the wind. You cannot show You cannot teach But when you feel, you know it's true. --------------------------------

Ratio by Twilite91, literature

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Ratio

You can flirt, smile, Or even steal a glance, But there's no such thing As real romance, When I know that all you have in sight, is a waist-hip ratio that fits just right. Don't try to argue that you won't put in place a symmetrical girl with a symmetrical face. A blemish-free home and a perfect life with super little kids from your super little wife. You can decorate it all as much as you like, but fathers are created from drinks being spiked. Take a step back and see What we truly are; just a bunch of lonely animals drinking courage from the bar. Just one primitive mating game that never grows to be dull, Ruling

The Second by Twilite91, literature

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The Second

This is the second. Sometimes, you have to change the date because timing is everything. When there are no games, there are no rules; so I'm just making this up as we run the laps. There are much more important races taking place in my own head. When things meet their natural end - I will run back to you. After all unsaid is screamed onto a parchment page through tears of stark confusion Will you still be able to hear them? When the lights go out this time will we again get up and leave? There are no answers in the darkness. just a repeating, pleading voice. 'Please, don't... Make this mistake' But it is not my ch

Fragility by Twilite91, literature

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Fragility

The highs and lows They are what they are and nothing less. It feels like hospital wards, and half baked crisps - the kind that are just 98 calories a pack This isn’t about health, It’s about the Fear. And being like everyone else ensures safety in numbers. But with people all around you, Do you turn left or right? What kind of impolite illness rears its head in the middle of the night? Mediocre messages and gossip from the night before, makes it very easy to forget the world collapsing, just next door. When concentration is unlikely, can you really come to accept that although things seem ‘hard’ rig

Every prayer, A dream. by Twilite91, literature

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Every prayer, A dream.

It is at this point that the soft June light fails to console whatever is left of me. A combination of old pieces of plywood, and lone pen lids without counterparts rest stationary beside Fitzgerald’s words. Oh, the Great Pretender, how finely your attempts of deceit were destroyed. The sky is blue and open, like it always is I suppose, but with more vitality this evening. The air beckons for recognition amongst the other beautiful elements, and so becomes heavy with mystery and romance. It is a battle of the gods; so far Aphrodite and Apollo are drawing with each other. A short moment, and naturally she has broken down his defenses

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Pretense by Twilite91, literature

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the gift that keeps ungiving by YouInventedMe, literature

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the gift that keeps ungiving

her dark arts and pale arms were spread large accepting my lunar tics these half-witted quips and verbal cheap tricks my instinct dictates (displaying defense as gifts) seems she sees this mess as the me that I want to be not the oft bridge burnt wreck that presents itself constantly with self- fulfilled prophecy un- or sub- consciously collecting the ghosts and dashed hopes that haunt as he shakes in shades of dusk and decries the night he smothers sparks & signs of possible light of passable life of that one last last chance at getting it right

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Canvas by Twilite91, literature

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About Twilite91

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Nov 15
United Kingdom
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: Belfast
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium :)
Print preference: Any... :P
Favourite genre of music: Most
Favourite photographer: Panda :P
Operating System: Apple Macbook
MP3 player of choice: Ipod nano (red!)
Favourite cartoon character: Too many...erm... Megara? :P
Personal Quote: "I hate Vulgar realism in literature. A man who calls a spade a spade so be compelled to use on

Favourite Movies

Memoirs of a Geisha

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Michael Jackson, Snow Patrol, Nerina Pallot, Regina Spektor

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare

Favourite Games

Zelda

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii/DS

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Pen

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Music, Games, Reading, Writing

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Twilite91

Jan 20, 2010

Hmm...

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Hello to all who are reading, I'm a tad bored, what with being pretty darn sick for the last three days, so I figured I'd update the old journal to give me SOMETHING to do :D Hmm... I really like Glee! I just watched the entire first 13 episodes. People seem to hate it, but I think it's hatability makes it good! I really like the girl in it called Rachel, she's pretty darn hilarious :D Just give it a shot before you loathe it... :) In terms of writing I've been experiencing a bit of block with poems, but am working on this longer project. Its a really personal portrayal of my life, with names replaced, and exaggerated in places (Because m

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Twilite91

Dec 26, 2009

Merry Christmas!

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Hiii everyone :) Its crazy to think already another Christmas has come and gone. I had such a great day! My brother Tony is back from Sweden, and I haven't seen him in 4 months, so it was great to laze around all day and play Wii with him and my entire family :D My mother warned of a smaller Christmas than ones before us, but from what she delivered, that was certainly not the case. Anything but! I got so many clothes, and money... everyone in this house has been very spoiled! Along with my presents from Santa, I also received some gorgeous books, candles, CDs and jewelry :) One of my favourite gifts was a little notepad from my best fr

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Twilite91

Jul 12, 2009

To Michael

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I asked my dad one day for your music, so I could listen to it, and see what the big deal was. Slowly filled with the music I felt a sensation only music could bring. And yours was the best. I was dancing (when I can not dance) and laughing and relating to situations I had never encountered. Yet with your voice, I knew how you felt. You made me feel it, too. My collection grew. Sometimes I wonder how to categorize your art. Are you a dancer, the way you create your own style and illusions no one has ever done before? Or are you a singer, with perfect pitch tone due to constant hours of work and perfectionism? The world knows and loves you f