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Drowned
I look into the water and I see
a face; the face of my creation. Pallid
skin made bloated from a long submersion. Wet
and limpid eyes blink back at me from
the deep, deep blue. My creator still lives.
My hands drift slowly downward, drawn to her,
to embrace the terrible creaure gazing up at
me. Her hands reach up to mine, sodden
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Writer's Block: AKA
My username was a captcha I got once, and I thought it sounded cool and artistic. XD -
Love?
I know what you could be, and I know what you are
not. You could be noble and strong; instead you are
craven and weak. You simper and whine until all I
can do is tear at my hair in frustration. You are not
faithful, or caring; you are dishonest and cruel. You
have lied and hurt me in more ways than are
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Writer's Block: Conchordance
I can't believe this made Writer's Block. It was a question in the TQC a while ago.
Bret. I used to think it was Jemaine, but then I actually wtched it, and realized he kind of looks like a caveman with emo glasses. DX
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My Mind is a Fiddle
My mind is a fiddle;
play it.
Drag the harsh horsehair across my conciousness;
you know you want to.
My weary cortex thanks you for the workout.
I've been thinking about text tattoos lately. Here are some of the quotes I've found that I really like:
Goethe:
"We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves."
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(Untitled)
My feet are planted.
Firmly grounded in muddy puddles,
remnants of oceans that fell from my hands.
The mountains and continents are gone;
dissolved.
All that remains is a salty,
oceanic sludge, seeping
cold and slimy through
the gaps between my bare toes.
The ragged hems of my worn old
jeans are weighed down with it;
cold and clammy against my ankles.
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More Poemy Things
I'll take your hand,
and kiss away all of your fears;
Hard enough to stop
every last one of your tears.
You'll reconnect with
your inner mind,
the way that your body,
reconnects with mine.
Your face and your spirit
are all that I can see;
And all that you can feel
is every part of me.
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I Dropped It (poemy-type thing)
All I ever heard was the sound of the world as it fell through my hands.
Everything was happening so slowly.
The entire world was hurtling toward the ground,
at speeds my ragged mind could barely comprehend.
There was nothing I could do about it.
I tried to swallow and gagged;
all I tasted was copper and salt.
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Super Duper Disturbing Dream
So there was this dream, and it went on for a good long period of dream-time. Unfortunately, I can only remember some parts of it, but they will be posted for your dissection.
In a nutshell, I was in a two months-ish relationship with a certain friend, and then I was mistakenly accused by the FBI of spaceship terrorism.
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Agravette Tortures a Guy in a Dungeon
Just some random character building. Nothing really special, but I'm trying to work more on my writing lately.
He saw the lash twitch through the corner of his eye, but he was too weak to avoid the sharp sting as it bit into his flesh. His naked body bled from more than a dozen different wounds; he had been chained and starved in this ( Read more... )