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Just Like Wine

Disappointment, being let down Just like wine Is worst in high frequency With time to pick us up To soothe with water Parched up tears And brand new rivulets We'll be fine We'll be well We'll manage everything.

All

936 deviations
Literature

Highlights of Note

File the request Carefully on post-it notes Leave them where I'll see You know exactly where I'll be And I'll come find you As soon as I read There's a procedure to these things I would ignore bureaucracy To be there sooner And I've often hoped for more attention To pay forward, not be paid to me If only I could notice every notion Have the time and capacity To heed every calling card But that post-it note in my journal, My fiction of choice, My literature for learning, I would get to sooner Than that which reads behind It will always be planted between the lines And that's above violation Making that claim of me And I'm gladly required to action

Featured

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Literature

Finite Experience

Our most common interaction seems to be that of transaction and if money is made up of time we're always trading moments for glimpses of unrelated passage but then what is time? is it just a measure between happenstance A and B and why then does it feel so much slower in the mourning and so rapid when on joy? I can miss an hour in a blink feel eternity pass in a minute aren't we really trading in passion? and higher rates for unwanted work feels sensible enough yet I search for those touches involving no transaction just moments of joy stretched on and on

The Resolution

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Literature

Counting Cards

Winter folds again Hand after hand go unplayed And spring remains cautious Thinking: they must be playing a long game Every folded hand like another last day of summer But unlike those late humid days Autumn rejoices now As the last leaves fall was long ago But the first blossom seems far off And while I find it hard to worry Over one bad round of poker If the pattern holds I'll bet on a real sense of insecurity

General Poetry

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Literature

Wasted

Time and time again I've been told "You've got potential" - Wasted "You've got promise" - Wasted "You'll be great one day" But all I got is wasted My body's not a temple to no god it's a prison for thought crimes But all the inmates have fled now we're a losing venture Please subsidies me I'll take anything you've got to give And givin' it right right back I'm sustained by that pay it forward tact But sometimes it ain't enough It washes over me The weight of the world An ocean of doubt And it takes me back To when I was told "You've got potential" - Wasted "You've got promise" - Wasted "You'll be great one day" But all I got is wasted The

Original Lyrics

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Literature

Delving

We had hoped the inside of the ruins would have been cooler than the harsh air outside. They were not. In vain, he had recklessly wished for them to at least be damp with rot, anything but the arid of the desert winds. When the ancient doors swung open they were met by what seemed to be the deserts very breath. Devoid of all life to such an extent that it felt as if death itself was leaving the depths, fearing for his life. If we had known how right my first impression was, that what was lurking beneath the sands was older than Sand itself... we might have turned back. Then again, it's just as likely that we would have not, we were foolish,

Dead Depths

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Literature

Riot Thoughts

Anarchy inside The system within escapes Politics; a jest

Self-inspired Haiku

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Literature

Music

Music is the essence of life For music can be anything That really matters

Elementary

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Literature

A Question: Who?

A question that is in many ways both the first and the last "Who are you?" we ask Seemingly without knowing just how intimate we aren't So your answer will be flawed That much is more than clear You don't know me don't think I'll tell you who I are! Then as we get closer the more you'll see that whatever lies I told you then whatever truth I left blind leaves you asking me, once again, for whom I am.

Honesty and Words

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Revisited Escapism

I must tell you I tried to refrain From hurting myself again But now I just can't stop myself I open up all my wounds! This is how I tried to escape Outrunning even myself But it all caught up Now the memories won't leave me! Tangled up! In all that's lost to the past Wrapped up! Can't let go of what I had Winded up! I don't go on by my own will They were playing our song The radio sounded like pain And I wish I could still sing But this is not true! From reality with this escapism As I ran from this But it all caught up I can't face you like I used to do! Tangled up! In all that's lost to the past Wrapped up! Can't l

A Seires of Events

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Literature

Monologue for Two

isn't it enough that it's true, isn't it Albin? you tell me! well you asked her, didn't you? yes I did, and now I'm talking to myself... you're not though, not really, you're still just asking the same question. oh don't be smug with me I'll be smug with me whenever I want, thank you. you're hardly the ONLY one affected by this, have to think about us! oh come on, we're not that important, we're just "I", "me"... etc no, no, not that us, I mean me and her. well why would you point that out! I think it's very important! but you know me possibly... but do explain I never stop. you know... you're right. you're doing it too, aren't you? yes... an

Mono- and Dialogues

3 deviations
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Seasons Game: May

Summer leans back in his chair Spring fidgets with her cards her new hand's not too bad but she's afraid it won't be enough to gain lost winnings back Winter looks at what he has left in prospects he is poor Autumn looks disinterested still but on the flop they both fold. Summer still beams his grin that gleaming smile He thinks to have this in the bag but alas, how wrong he was for behind her unsure eyes Spring was holding a full house.

Seasons Game

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Qwertz

Yacharz Levi was a man This zear his life would change From zellow to yebra striped Zesterdaz he was just like me Yoomed in just like zoghurt Every zoungling flzs awaz In yeppelins, up and zonder A yigyag for all of zou

Collaborations

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Egoist

April-sky an innocent red Wind carries the smell of smoke All over Sweden the book burnings glow In the grand square crosses aflame Now hate's fine if pointed the right way Nothing hits as hard left-wing violence And we will never be like you There are those who say that love it is so easy Either you have love or you don't have it And suddenly you stand there alone in the rain One foot in the grave among lilacs and students We will live, live life We are drive, we have drive We will live, live life We take all, yes, all for granted You are sugar, curiosity I am strong black coffee, ambitions and rain A monotone verse Needs a strong chorus

kent translations and extralyrics

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Literature

Nefers' Journal

What you are about to read is in no way exact, it might not even be half of the story. It's all that has been found about this man, about Nefarniv Raskolnikov, or as you know him, Nefer. I'm sorry, not all of you may know him by any of those names yet, but you are about to know him by all those names and possibly more. This is his journal, no, this is MY journal, I don't know who you are, or how you can read this. Though, rest assured, once I find you, you will wish you had not laid your hands on this volume, your eyes on those words, and you will suffer it greatly! August 28:th 1882 Today my blood burned, and seared my old journa

Silver Chronicles

2 deviations
Literature

Of Four Different Doors

Fufengard was walking down the street towards a certain establishment, namely "Fetish Factory" (from now on referred to as "FF"), though we will be denied which particular fetish he was after, we will be introduced to a couple more characters in this chapter. Actually it's more of a trice, in the sense that there are three of them, some of the time, and some of the time there's not. As I start describing them, there are only two, to make things simple. To introduce them I must tell you of doors. Not any doors though, that would be boring, of that I am almost certain, though now that I think of it... No, that shall be another time, at least it

PointlessPowers

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Literature

A Old Friend

Tirin wasn’t too happy with her current situation. Not that she was in a particularly bad situation at all. Riding across the Arathi Highlands on a fast and obedient steed with the sun gazing down on her. Objectively this was all very good. Though, she had reason to be unhappy with the situation still. Firstly, Ariynea wasn’t here, she was still in Pandaria, from whence she had sent Tirin away. She had sent her away! It angered the young elven priestess to such levels that even if she disliked that Ariynea wasn’t there, she wasn’t sure if she wanted her there... ugh, mothers could be such a pain! *Restless, prowling,

Warcraft FanFics

10 deviations
Literature

The Dayman: InProSemi

Intro The Nightman had been taken away. Yes, they had taken you away... They had not right to! You didn't belong to them! They left me here, alone, in this world of darkness, without your sexy hands. I miss you Nightman, so bad. Semilogue "You have defeated the evil that was here!" The young woman exclaimed. "Naturally, for I am... The Dayman! Fighter of the Nightman! Champion of the..." The man before he announced. For it was a man, even thought that may not have been the most apparent thing around, even though the "man" part of "Dayman", really did give it away. He was clad in a yellowy-gold jacket, incidentally, the same color as his i

The Dayman

2 deviations
Prince Toadstool with a little Daisy on the side.

Photos

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