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EVERY retarded question I was asked, re-answeredThey looked at me and flat out asked:
"what would happen if we took your art away.."
I looked at them and flat out said:
"If you take away my art, You'll take away my life. My art is my pain, and with out my pain I can not create, my pain is my therapy, My art is my therapy, my art is my pain killer, I cause the pain, to get rid of the pain."
"But pain is bad isent it?"
I said back:
"Pain is bad, to a adverage person , but when your me, pain is the only thing you have, and to get rid of that pain, You draw it out. Every time I draw, I feel the pain, I feel the sin, I feel joy, I feel the Love, I feel the pain. pain is a feeling, feelings are nessesarry. I need my pain."
"cant you drop the drawing and go and do the right thing for once?!"
I said back:
"I am doing the right thing. The right thing is what i'm doing. I wouldent be telling my self to be doing the wrong thing, wouldent I?! I will suffer for what I beleive is right."
"Why do you draw do
The Fallen(novel) Chapter 1- who are you..My heart raced faster then it ever did before, my eye's went blank, my knees went weak, and it all stopped. I watched myself inside the back seat of the car as it tumbled down the mountain into a endless drop, It caught on a tree that stopped the falling momentairly,
"mom!" my youngerself cried
"shh, its gonna be all right" I pleaded to the past of myself,
I steped out of the veichal and I hit a set of rocks that stayed 5 feet underneath the car, I reached out my hands and told myself to grab them, so I could save myself, and my family. as those little fingers my six year old self had, grabbed on to my hands-
"...You cant." said the voice from behind me
I turned my head, and there standing, about 5'8" in hight, swepted dark aubrun hair, black t-shirt that read "I wanna Ctrl + Alt + delete you", blue jeans and black converges, looked at me with his frameless-hipster-glasses, brown eyes, stared right at me.
"You cant do it.." He repeated
I stared at him puzzleingly
"you cant do it cail,
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
DistemperOh, did you scream?
No, ninety ravens
released from the rack of my ribs
in a ravage of wings
have disquieted the cat.
Oh, an aspirin for my mind
(lay your head in my hand
drink me down, feather-drown)
thin its belly-close blood
uphold the constitution
of my hollow-cast heart.
[Fire the dragon
the fairy waters her way
across the winter]
So stout, so ale,
hold fast, touch bone
Oh, you would rather die
than bring home bad meat.
Majora's MaskBecause this is who i am, this is who i've become. I can be any mask, you may ask, I could be you, I can be anybody, but me, you see.
The tables have turned again, and the darknight rises, the lights are off, only that small dim lamp is lit.
Just let it become, what it is, and see me as It is. You can not change me, for its just shown, i can change you, into my own.
Don't worry my child, I am there, right in your closet, I stare, for Its a dark place out there.
full of Creepers, and leapers and snipers delight, dont worry about the distance, i'll be alright.
But darling dont you see? the one who've you saught out to be, has taken over cant you see? she stares at you with her glowing black eyes, wanting to have what shes came for, to resive victory.
But as the clock turns right at midnight, the moon falls down and distroys it all, its a warning, a threat, but you've got to defeat it, with you have left.
dont get tangled into left and right, and dont get caught in the middle on whats wro
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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