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Poetically Unpoetic ChaosSometimes there's a small bit of tintinnabulation within us all, striving to extradite more than we felt that we could express through conventional means in a world turned sour, without a lemonhead close enough to sweeten the pot against a house that always wins.Poetically Unpoetic Chaos
Where the goblins rise against opposition, a torrent against a mob, where the mob prevails and the goblins always win. Because when blood drips down from the dingy corners of our minds and everything grows a coppery glint of justice I see proof that there's no place for a simple piece of toast.
Everything flips around to stare at you because everything you d
by ~Omega-Nova
Weak HeartCrawl heart, crawl.Weak Heart
Hurt yourself, Seek retribution for your mistakes, bleed for others if you will...
But I won't let you.
I won't let you kill me, Seek another?
No.
You will find no one.
Sift through the desolate sands.
Drag yourself across the barren heat,
Crawl through the shattered shards of glass,
And look at yourself.
You're pathetic.
Why do you keep killing yourself?
Why do you struggle on?
You're a disgrace. To me, To
by ~Omega-Nova
In-Case I DieIn-case I die before my time, I've left behind this simple rhyme.In-Case I Die
I did not bring this world so much, but I did not use it as a crutch.
I did not put my weight so grand, by use of foot upon the land.
No, a mind so light cannot stay fleet, if put upon a pair of feet.
So soar I did, I was not held, by societal crows of, "Meld! Meld!"
And down I looked...the sight was sad, society squeezed out all the glad.
And what was next was truly sick, A price-tag, a glass was 1.36.
What a great deal that must sound to a
by ~Omega-Nova
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Brain-sputterConsonants, commas, unknown things Tumble from my mouth No time to calculate No chance to cope them- For if I did They might never come out A messy, bloody brain Rubber bands and paper clips A line of mangled thread my livewire link From my conscious to my Motor The power lines’ve been cut downBrain-sputter
Things don’t click Receptors reject thoughts Struck blind Everything’s a pace too slow; And here’s the human mouth The pressing need to spit up words
Shouting So I produce them But they’re brain sputte
by ~RabidBallerina
Lost and FoundIt’s late, my mind said as my ears, languid, Perked to the cries of dying men; softly his voiceLost and Found
Echoed ripples in the suffocating black mud That crocodiles revel in and where monsters play. I turn my attention from the blackness of Somalian kids to the black of his eyes.
“Hungry, lover”. But not for me- not now- My flesh is too exhausting, too thick and rich Salty and like eating pansies. Soft purple bruised petals. Only the stem is sweet when brought to judgment Between hard white bones and a wet, angry tongue.
by ~crimson-regret
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| I am Steve. Anything else can, and will be filtered through that which is orderofphixion@hotmail.com. Who is also Steve. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Illinois
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Snoopy.
- Interests: Just about everything
- Favourite movie: I\'m not sure
- Favourite band or musician: A lot
- Favourite genre of music: Techno? Metal? Rock? Classical? Who knows...
- Favourite artist: Not sure
- Favourite poet or writer: Dr. Seuss! My inspiration!
- Favourite photographer: Not sure
- Favourite style of art: Umm...good question
- Operating System: Thing. Sometimes two.
- MP3 player of choice: Don\'t have one
- Shell of choice: Wow, lots of good questions today, keep it up
- Wallpaper of choice: Not sure
- Skin of choice: Whatever happens to be the most amazing at the time
- Favourite game: Currently? Final Fantasy 8. w00t.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC? Gamecube? PS2? N64? Atari? Don\'t make me choose...
- Favourite cartoon character: Your face <3
- Personal Quote: \
- Tools of the Trade: My good ol\' brain and notepad.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/omega74
- Email: orderofphixion@hotmail.com
- AIM: Ansiroth74
- MSN: orderofphixion@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: steve_847@yahoo.com
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My face might soon melt off, Steven.
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Don't look now, but the sun's on fire.
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90% of teens today would die if MySpace had a system failure and was completely destroyed. If you are one of the 10% that would be laughing, copy and paste this into your signature
sadly DA has a sig restriction... so sad -_-
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90% of teens today would die if MySpace had a system failure and was completely destroyed. If you are one of the 10% that would be laughing, copy and paste this into your signature
sadly DA has a sig restriction... so sad -_-
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Don't look now, but the sun's on fire.
Easy squeezy, I suspect that I will see you there.
But, yeah.
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Don't look now, but the sun's on fire.
I really liked how people were just in their happy worlds. Talking. And then you tore them out of their safe place with ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR!!
Ahhh, good times.
'Cause I didn't notice a thing going on around me.
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Don't look now, but the sun's on fire.
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