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Self reflectionVoice: You do realise why you are here do you?   
Henry: No, I do not, who are you?   
Voice: that is of no importance to you… *pause* besides you already know me very well.   
Henry: No, I do not recall your voice; you are unfamiliar to my ears.  
 
Voice: Trust me, you do friend, think within.   
Henry: listen here! You are not my friend, I don’t know you and you don’t know me, simple!   
Voice: Don’t speak to me in that tone.   
Henry: I may talk to you in any tone I bloody well wish!   
Voice: So you think.   
Henry: What’s t Self reflection
in Theatre & Scripts 2d 7h ago
Till we fade to nothing: pt 2                                              The awakening of the child   
‘Hey Elise, hey wait!’ there was a cry in the distance, startled by the sudden call of her name from within the long lonesome tunnel; she swiftly turned to face the source of the sound. At the end of the tunnel there was a figure, standing tall, its features blurred and distorted by the bright light which surrounded it. Sh Till we fade to nothing: pt 2
in Fantasy 5d 21h ago
Till we fade to nothing: pt 1                                           Her Body is her cage   
Opposite a dimly lit room, a nurse adorned in stained whites heard the stirring of a child. At first, it seemed to be the mere stirring of the hospital bed sheets as they dragged across the bed. However, they were soon followed by distressed whimpers of pain. The child had awoken; they resided amongst the living once again. Whether or not this was to be de Till we fade to nothing: pt 1
in Fantasy 1w 1d ago
The Knight meets the VampireHe had been at the bar for a quite a while now. sat alone at a table which hid within the gloomy corners of the packed pub, secluded from the public eye Choosing not to mingle with the social groups but rather to become a social hermit, residing alone with only thoughts for company.  Around him there was the movement of bodies, people surging to the bar, shuffling pints, people drinking, being merry. They where enjoying the company of others in warm air. The atmosphere was dense within the room and though earlier it seemed a much larger space its capacity had become less over the passing hours with the influx of travellers and local The Knight meets the Vampire
in Fantasy 1w 3d ago
PoemThe fruit lies rotting in the orchard,  becoming nothingness in still damp air,  natures servants consume the dead,  the cycle has become once more,   
up amongst the branches,  the babes they lie there,  unaware and peaceful,  they made their clothes,  from out of sacred scriptures,  their words, they cradle them,  from the cold midnight winds. Poem
in Open on 6/18/08
Simple LoveI like this girl,  She is nice,  She talks to me,  And sometimes we hug,  I like hugs,  She is very pretty,  When she smiles,  She makes me happy,  I want to spend more time with her,  So i can feel happy forever,  I hope she wants to be happy too,  So we can be happy together,  I like this girl. Simple Love
in Open on 5/8/08
ArenaHands grasped hard, till fingernails dig into tender palms,  once these hands would hold each other,  no longer do they peruse the bonding of hands,  now they spend more time at their throats,  trying to to control, trying to salvage their love,  however their words are weapons,  sharpened with angst,  laced with spite,  their safety is gone,  no bulletproof smiles,  no shelter from raids,   
their battle is fought, there is no peace treaty,  there shall be no prisoners,  the battlefield is everywhere,  the long walk home, the gaze across the room,  it is all the Arena
in Open on 3/30/08
The atlas songSo just let go!!!  take those two hands from the world,  release it from your fingertips,  and please just let it roll,  Let Go,  you are not atlas my friend.  you are well in control,  so go on let it roll,  Let Go,  as soon as it hits the ground,  you've never let no one down,  let it roll, let it roll   
Bear not the world upon your shoulders. The atlas song
in Song on 3/30/08
Love poemCome, Venus destroy me,  Dismantle my soul,  I’m no longer a man, no longer a whole.  I’ll lay down my arms,  I’ll crawl on all fours,  I’ll pull myself apart with my own jaws  I followed my heart,  To see where it lead me,  Mauled me, fucked me, bled me,   
My unending love, my daily hell. Love poem
in Song on 11/9/07
Greatest gift of allShe had begun to wonder where he was, it was growing dark and her skin had limited tolerance for the frigid winds of winter, despite being draped in several layers of clothing. She continued to wait in the deserted city centre. The gloomy insides of the urban jungle were completely void of all life except for the occasional insomniac squirrel or misguided pigeon, which made faint noises of distress in the distance. Normally one would not venture into the depths of the city at such a time, let alone in the bleak, dim season of winter; however she promised that she would meet amongst the lonely avenue and there they would unite and sit alone to Greatest gift of all
in General Romantic Fiction on 9/24/07
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in deviantID on 8/5/07
Droplets of amorIt pours off her tongue, spills into your mind,  runs wildly in droplets across your brain,  before it comes to rest, and finally soaks in,  the aroma of euphoria, calls reality to fade into fiction,  logic drowned in excitment, but the hooks are in that draw you near,  limbs disabled by attraction, anxious to please those egar eyes,  the response to liberate each other from the barriers of mere friendship?  We kissed. Droplets of amor
in Open on 7/31/07
Love lives of human beingsSome people's love lives are like production lines, as soon as one is gone they move on to the next one.   
Some people's love lives are like life support machines they've always been there in times of crisis and with out them they could die.   
Some people's love lives are like a 'Drip feed' they don't have a constant supply of love but what little they have helps them go on from this day to the next.   
Some peoples love lives are like the desert, theres nothing much happening at the moment, but they hope that one of these days it rains.   
Some people's love lives are like drugs, they do it all for t Love lives of human beings
in Philosophical on 7/27/07
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in deviantID on 7/24/07
Do you know this boy?Do you know this boy?  The one that smiles at you,  expecting one in return,  he waits all alone,  but you’re not concerned,   
Do you know this boy?  Who’s carved a heart in a tree,  and left a space opposite his name  
for you?   
Do you know this boy?  Who’s heart is a slave to a savage  
conscience who beats him daily?   
Do you know this boy?  Who cant dream at night  because the nightmare of  his reality is too great?   
But you’ll shake your head, and refuse his existence  when you look upon his lifeless form, &n Do you know this boy?
in Open on 7/22/07
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in deviantID on 7/11/07
Memento +Part 1+I remember when I first saw her, it was hardly the most special of circumstance nor was it the most glorified scene, in fact the moments in which I saw her for the first time was completely normal, an almost mundane occasion. I met her on a basketball court just outside the local youth centre, at the time I had been playing with my band and we some how had decided that the quiet surroundings of the basket ball court provided the ideal place to practice our music. We would sit amongst the breaches and jam out whatever song came to mind or discuss various subjects that interested us, mainly bands, girls, last weekend and the next weekend. Howev Memento +Part 1+
in General Romantic Fiction on 7/9/07
LimerenceThe young couple next to me kissed again, we share the same bench.  My back is against them, but I knew. I heard him seduce her into drawing closer until their lips met in some romantic sacrament. My curious eyes wandered to them and quickly turned away when they were met by entangled tongues and almost x-rated passion, they hadn’t noticed my swift gaze and grimace in fact they seemed quite oblivious to world around them. But I guess the age old proverb is true, love is blind. Strangely at this moment I felt as though I should be too, to spare me this suffering of witnessing this which seemed to vaguely appear like a bird feedi Limerence
in Perspectives on 5/9/07
Three WordsMy mouth is dry, my mind is numb,  i’m so afraid I’ll say it wrong,  I hesitate; I’ll think it though,  can I be brave to say this to you?  it’s so important; this must go all right,  how can I speak with conviction when my head feels so light?  I feel your eyes search me when I look back at you,  i'm waiting for signals for what I should do,  Time is wasting, I cannot stay here,  I must confess to you, I must face my fear,  I feel the words slip from my mind to my lips,  there’s no turning back, no escape from this,   my body trembles, as my words float though the air,  ho Three Words
in Fixed on 5/6/07
Mugshot...
in deviantID on 5/2/07
Social OsmosisThe breathing wall stares back at me,  it whispers in white noise,  Spoken in hieroglyphics,  Paints graffiti inside my cranium   
their eyes pale and dreamless,  slowly descend upon me,  extracting word by word,  my esteem in a spiritual lobotomy,   
and once the parasites,  have feed and left me barren,  they throw me to the corner,  to lick my wounds,   
left naked and deformed,  they leave to Shame another. Social Osmosis
in Open on 4/28/07
Time is a machine“Here you go,” the mage passed to the child a strange material, during the transfer she found that the material mysteriously filtered though her outstretched fingers, this was rather unexpected as she had judged the material to be of solid nature.  Swiftly she cupped her hands and saved it within seconds from spilling upon the floor.  It was a peculiar substance, one of which she had not encountered before, it seemed metallic and shiny, deceiving the senses into the perspective of being a solid state. When in fact it was more of a fluid object, more liquid in composition. She detected a slight whirring noise being emitted from the s Time is a machine
in Fantasy on 4/21/07
Spoken ThoughtI wonder where she went? Ahh there she is...   
Oh no, here you go again, i can see whats bound to happen here,  you're gonna fuck up soo bad.   
Hiya...   
heh, i can't watch...   
thats strange, shes not turning around...   
Just as i predicted.   
Maybe she didn't hear me? i'll try again...   
you might as well go home now, its all over.   
Shut up, i can't fricking hear my self think,   
Hey... S*****! how are you...   
I can't belive it! she walked away...   
Do you ever listen to me? i've spent the last minute explaining &n Spoken Thought
in Perspectives on 4/20/07
MotherThere you lie, alone, sightless and numb,  yet your importance is universal,  with the heavens above you,  infernal hell within,   
you are an aging child,  of aeons old,  many think you are dying,  but you’ve never been more alive,   
you’ve changed a lot since your birth,  carved by ancient winds,  
travelled the passage of time,  
 
onwards into eternity,  it’s made you the monument you are,  
but the creatures you nurtured,  bred upon your skin,   
they made their concrete nests,  their offspring grew,  and so did their greed,  th Mother
in Other on 4/15/07

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