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The Silken Shadows In the Wind: Insanity
They came from a wasteland slow and lumbering.
No, rolling.
Like the waves.
With... the waves.
A shadow against mountains against fog.
A nightmare framed with lightning it pressed on.
We sat on the edge of the cliff, curious, oblivious, a hint of madness.
It was a planet and we were ants, it was the moon and we,
the sea, we couldn't see, over blind curiosity.
Caught in the landslide we could only hold on,
Waiting till the low rumble of disaster left us.
Their bodies echoed thin silk,the ripples of their clothing visible if for a second (was that clothing?)
We saw horrors in the sheets covering these beasts, screaming faces or monsters pressing against a shadow.
Like a hand on frosted glass.
The rolling waves stopped at the shore,
Face to face with Insanity we stood,
A mask of pure white smiling ear to ear holding a head of pure black.
They began to kneel, scraping their clawed feet against the sand,
The aching of the trees in the wind.
We began to understand those silken shadows.
We we
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Literature
When A Dreamers Head Caves In [Reading]
What kind of dreamer
Clasps a ball and chain while they stick their head in the clouds
Imagine a writer exclaiming to the world how books are their passion
With their most beloved book in one hand, and a lighter in the other.
The bloodcurdling scream as they burnt their library to the ground.
And ran in after it to write their last word.
I've seen artists accompany the mona lisa to the shredder
And musicians snapping records with a guitar.
I've seen dreamers fall from clouds so high
I'm surprised they could ever fly at all.
I've heard of the most beautiful birds getting their wings clipped
But I could never have thought when given the shears they'd clip themselves
I suppose a bird stuck in heavy traffic forgets it can fly.
Perhaps a dreamer can't dream while wide awake
18 hours a day writing word after word of pure fact.
While all the cages around them clasp their hands together with something they call reality.
"Reality"? It's so frayed and worn they've broken through countless times.
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Your Rainbow Halo
Fireflies were scattered across your face back when
Lighting up rooms that otherwise sat in darkness then.
Though those lightning bugs couldn't compare to that brilliant smile.
It would hide behind friends, parents and teachers for a while.
But when I caught a glimpse of those grinning lips,
It spread like sunlight, ending the eclipse.
A rainbow halo surrounds this brilliant light.
Melting the dark clouds hiding from sight.
One word would start a wildfire in my soul.
My wasteland of a heart becomes whole.
Those fireflies now flitter through my veins.
Filling up my clouds and evaporating the rain.
You've sown sunflower seeds in seeping hearts.
And taught them to glow bright from within.
Sometimes I worry
You'll waste your last ones on me.
But it's been years,
It appears,
The flowers grow swift as the tempest.
You've grown them in your heart,
And your love has proved endless.
Your sunflower heart
Blooming rainbows in the dark.
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Literature
Moving On (To Brighter Clouds)
The lightning shook him for months.
The cauliflower field in the sky tearing up.
An earthquake in the heavens and he was caught amongst.
It rained red for weeks on end.
Some nights clear but with a horrible stench.
Like a gas station, it left a foul taste in his mouth.
Although even on those nights red stained the corners of the world
Just outside his vision.
He jumped from cloud to cloud, his body he would hurl.
Not knowing whether he'd hit home or fall.
Daylight was never in sight.
And the nights,
he was a shivering heap.
Sometimes the rain from his eyes poured,
heavier then the terrifying world around him while the earth snored.
He wished he'd clipped his wings on solid ground.
It was too late now.
He'd let hell break out around him.
He watched the fire light beneath.
----
My fingers clasped pure white.
That wondrous tingle, after clambering through ice.
I stood on the edge of sunlight.
A river of tears ran down my cheek
And I dropped to the ground my knees weak,
I clasped this bed
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Literature
Burnt Out Bulbs For The Dead
The lights flicker above my head.
On, off, on, off.
Wonder which one will brighten up next.
An emerald tint it shines for a day.
Colouring each person in a golden grey.
Forcing my mind to warp these people in to gods.
And shove my face in the dirt to smother the sounds.
On, off, on, off.
A ruby haze powers my hour.
A bull I rush forward for fresh meat to devour.
When the world around me is soaked in crimson .
I light my own skin and tear at my prison..
On, off, on, off.
Perhaps a sapphire hue is due.
Giving way to flickers of grey the waves strike true.
Within this raging ocean are creatures lurking deep.
Ready to reer their head the moment a sailor speaks.
On, off, on, off.
Off, they dangle. Lifeless today.
No emeralds, rubies, or greys.
Just a dark cloud above my bed.
Rumbling away to tear apart my head
Off
The colours sparkle but dull
As the cloud consumes all and batters my hull.
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Shipwrecked [Reading]
I've been pulling pieces from the wreckage for weeks.
The cold metal against my fingertips,
getting thrown behind me each day.
But i keep grabbing more.
Hoping maybe one day something good will come out of this pain.
Maybe i'll find a survivor? Deep within its bowels.
Or at least some shred of hope to hold onto. So i can keep clawing at the hull.
And wasting more and more of everyones time.
I scream into the air:
"God help me i swear,
If we don't survive this fucking mess
I'll come and break your wrists.
Because your hands have been toying with this world endlessly"
And we've all been struggling strenuously
As much as I claw I know my hands won't last much longer.
I don't need help.
I just need a shovel. Some food. And some time to regain composure.
The cold metal against my fingertips,
gets thrown behind me each day.
I've been pulling pieces from my skin for weeks.
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Literature
A Machine Left Idle [Reading]
Cobwebs bind you to your place.
Muffling your voice.
Your driver must have abandoned you there.
I see your engine humming.
The pistons pushing your chest.
Out
In
Out
In
Out...
But you stand idle. Slumped against the wall.
Smoke drifts out of your mouth.
Was that why you lay abandoned? Your engine was ready to burst?
The tar dripping into your pistons was causing you to cough and splutter.
Or maybe it was the lifeless corpse of your winches.
They dangled beside you, not a single muscle sparking to life.
What good was a crane without the power to lift?
WHO abandoned you?
I see no door, no entrance for a driver.
Unless.
Unless you abandoned yourself.
Did you let these cobwebs settle?
Did you slump against this wall?
Did you give up?
The rust has begun to pile high on your once shiny coat.
A shell of a machine.
A doomed machine, you allowed yourself to rot unchecked.
Inside, your engine beats itself to death.
You can hear the cries from the next room.
Where the rest of you is a slow decay.
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Literature
A Broken Cloud
In the hurricane of haunted dreams
You pull the strings
Leaving behind a trail of shattered things
Charms and trinkets to some i'm sure
But my voice chokes out in my sleep
"Glue just wont do" I shriek
As i struggle to piece each shattered heart
Shattered charms lined up in a path
Leading to your new life
The newest, better slice
With a broken heart two hearts are born
And I guess I draw the short straw
I just hope the broken charms are no more
And my hurricane of broken dreams
Can break away from me
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Literature
Concrete Smiles
Until now I'd never imagined someone to grow a smile with nothing but a tumultuous waterfall of tears.
It was of course, by no means a beautiful smile.
It was as organic as concrete.
I could see the cracks in the corners of your lips as you talked.
It looked as pained as you felt I'm sure.
Whats worse is i'd never witnessed someone quite like you
Try and drown a smile.
The waterline reached your nose before you noticed.
Your wet concrete contorting into grimaces of pain.
I could swear that river was stained orange that day.
or perhaps it was crimson...
It was one of those warm colours you find in a sunset though i'm sure.
And the creatures that clung to the floor of that river still haunt me.
I saw them break the surface at night.
Jumping violently
At your eye sockets,
earholes,
nostrils.
As long as they could get in your head they attacked relentlessly.
Your skin was permanently tinted a pale grey.
The pale grey of a statue.
And like a street performer you would stand motionless while
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Literature
When A Dreamers Head Caves In
What kind of dreamer
Clasps a ball and chain while they stick their head in the clouds
Imagine a writer exclaiming to the world how books are their passion
With their most beloved book in one hand, and a lighter in the other.
The bloodcurdling scream as they burnt their library to the ground.
And ran in after it to write their last word.
I've seen artists accompany the mona lisa to the shredder
And musicians snapping records with a guitar.
I've seen dreamers fall from clouds so high
I'm surprised they could ever fly at all.
I've heard of the most beautiful birds getting their wings clipped
But I could never have thought when given the shears they'd clip themselves
I suppose a bird stuck in heavy traffic forgets it can fly.
Perhaps a dreamer can't dream while wide awake
18 hours a day writing word after word of pure fact.
While all the cages around them clasp their hands together with something they call reality.
"Reality"? It's so frayed and worn they've broken through countless times.
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Literature
'Artwarming Tale
I feel it dig into my thigh.
A prick of pain at first but slowly and surely it grows warm.
The ink filling in the holes in my skin.
I can see it take shape the circle, and the words surrounding it.
I wouldn't have thought i'd want a joke so permanently etched into my skin...
But there it was and my heart fluttered with excitement seeing it take place,
The artists slow perfect movements letting the lines fill themselves in.
I could never make "art" myself.
But god can I feel it.
Words
Drawings
Animations
Games
I've never found something in the real world that can drag out my soul so quickly.
As the art from someone else's soul.
Words run around my head like clockwork but if I had to describe the beauty i've seen.
I'd be at a loss for words.
It's not my place to describe how something feels when it can make you feel so strongly.
It would be criminal.
So here it is the art finally complete.
The artist does a quick swipe over his finished product.
Giving me a swift smile and a "have a look
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Literature
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There I am again typing away my life.
Why I pour my heart into these dark pixels I'll never know.
Whether I'm dripping out functions a mile a minute.
Forcing my computer to bow.
Or typing out rhymes that seem infinite.
loop-ing around and around my head.
Are visions of beautiful years from now.
But one day this stack will overflow.
And the objects of my heart will be driven out of fashion.
String's of half finished projects and shattered dreams.
Lay there on my desktop.
Not dead but idle.
Dreaming of the life they could have had with a more productive god.
But it seems my imagination.isFinite().
But I know I can keep trying,
I'm parseFloat()ing around on this pebble in the milky way.
And the words and code will keep flowing around me.
Even if at a slow trickle.
I won't escape() this array of woe before me
I'll live it.
Programming and writing a new life into existence around me.
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Literature
The Clock
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
That vile, incessant click.
Banging at my head like a rock.
A note so sure and thick.
Making sure I hear it loud and clear.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
The omniscient, know-all hum.
That lets me know I'm stuck.
That screams I've done something wrong.
I know I've left my mind to simmer in fear.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
The violent beat.
Scraping nails on a board like chalk.
Making sure I feel the heat.
Telling me it's there to make sure I don't shed a tear.
Tick, Tock, Tick
It beats those awful notes into my head so quick.
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Untitled
I never knew my heart could break so perfectly in two.
I'd heard of, no. Experienced heartbreak before.
But I never imagined a perfect line tracing along its curves, slowly, painfully.
An artisan, moving their knife with such a torturous, slow precision that you barely know your feeling it.
Until shards run out your eyes in tears
Until you whisper her name into your pillow without ever exhaling.
Because why should you inhale again?
I'd never imagined how sick to the stomach loneliness could make you feel.
And i never imagined you could feel lonely surrounded by people who love you?
I never knew a broken heart could break a person, but.
Well I suppose I should have predicted as much
The cold shards sticking through stomach, lungs, throat. Thighs...
Oh how they missed my violent touch. They've kept their marks so cleanly.
I felt at loss, seeing them slowly fade out.
As if attempting to scrub away at the freak that lives at their core.
I'd never believed, the most important words I'd ever
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Epicaricacy epic-arr-ack-a-sea -To take pleasure in others misfortune
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xLuminaa Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the fave! :33
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Tnks 4 dem favs boiiii
Any cool projects going on in your head, design/game/story wise?
I want to reignite M70 or WvW or something haha, we need to work on stuff again
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Kierryn Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
When you gonna get some Xboxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D:
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