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WordsA kind word can heal a simple wound
While a hurtful oath can just bring about a thousand more.

Random Thoughts• That awkward moment when you want to jump in a pool filled with cheese its, and try not to break any…
• Look at me, now look at yourself, now look back at me! You look funny turning your head so fast.
• I hate those "visitor" things on deviantART users' profiles… Makes me look like a stalker…
• "So, what are you doing up in that tree there?" "Definitely not stalking you, if it seems like that."
• Zoning out and accidently staring at someone during class, and then realizing they are staring back …. O.e
• "David!? Did you eat the blueberry muffins?!" "You left them on the counter uncovere

InsanityAre you like the others?

For are you among the ones that point
Their bony fingers and laugh!
Laugh at my inquiring ponders I have
Long thought upon, and confirmed their
Truthfulness!

Will you call me mad?
Only because I seclude myself from those
Putrid beasts!
How I dare I even speak of them in the Holy
Sanctity of this place!

Stop!
Now, if what I perceive is to
Be in fact quite the most valid of statements,
Then my inquires you may not hear!
No, for such genius will not bear
Anymore disgrace from those
Who lack my kind of qualities!

Leave now,
For you are not worthy of my wisdom,
Nor being included in my presence!

Thoug

A ConversationYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: hi

Stranger: hi

Stranger: haw are you?

Stranger: *how

You: im good, hbu? :D

Stranger: little bored and starving for a decent conversation.

You: ikr :/ You into literature?

Stranger: depends.

Stranger: i am into a lot of things, literature wise. is there any certain type you would like to discuss?

You: Well, I am somewhat of a poet, so preferably poetry, unless you had something else on mind to discuss

Stranger: we can do poetry

Stranger: who is your favorite poet?

You: Perhaps you'd like to see one piece of mine? If You'd like

You: And Emily Dickenson

You: (Can't spell fo

DoomsdayGlowing yellow and red,
The sky has the ingredients to make orange,
Yet the colors of flames do not mix.

The tar scratches at your feet
And shakes with the rumbling of the Earth,
For above you, a rock engulfed with heat

And end lights up the evening sky,
Brighter than the sun,
Its heat so much stronger.

Like a firework that ceases to
Stop exploding, the hell bringer
Falls out of the sky,

Lands at your feet,
Surprisingly quiet and soft spoken,
So you blow away,

Dust is your body now,
And with the up hail gusts the doomsday
Meteor brought,

You drift away in the wind,
Death never being sweeter.

Something AbnormalDo you believe in
Something abnormal?

Something, you cannot simply say
With being disgraced far and wide?

Something, you know is right,
But you'd have shame put upon you if you did?

We all have something to say.

If only we were not to afraid to speak up.

Fading LaughterI can hear it in the distance,
Echoing in horrid chimes...

The things we faced,
The world we saw.

We opened each others eyes,
And learned new lessons.

And oh,
How I will miss the things we did.

BullyingSo many, oh so many
Hurtful comments.

They scold us for being different,
They put shame upon us for not being like them,
Not liking sports,
Not dressing, talking, or thinking the same.
Anything they can find that will hit home,
Anything that will scar us deeply,
They say without hesitation.

Yet, things like this,
The way people today think somewhat bewilders me.
You want us all to be the same?
You want everyone to act as you do,
Think, talk, and be as you?
Now, honestly, where is the fun in that?

We should be scolding you for being all the same.

Through The Eyes Of A SpectatorStep back for a moment,
Become a spectator, look upon the world from a far,
For sometimes, this is the only way you
Can see the things you usually look past.

I don't know what you see, but I see
A world, run by people who dare to call themselves
Human. Run by the most powerful people,
Richest, and somewhat the most uneducated about moral,

Influenced by the media, brainwashing some,
Controlling them by the word of celebrates and
False happenings, yet somehow dictated by religion.
Believe this, believe that, Heaven and Hell,

God? Is there a God? No, some answer.
Ludicrous, others would reply.
Where do you stand on such a delic

Sometimes I Wonder...Why can't people just be happy with what they have?
Many have it much worse,
And even I can say that at this age.
Although I do believe problems,
Fears and everything in between are a simple
Manner of perspective, some are just downright bewildering to me.
"So, you want to end your life, because your so called
'Love' at age 15 dumped you, correct?"
Now does that honestly sound like something I need to be
Caring about?
Although, yes, I do anyways, because as said before,
Troubles are only a perspective of that particular person.
But yet, I cannot help and think:
"Do these people, these people I help daily
Even know of the problem

Fitting InI could,
Oh trust me, I could.

So easily could I change my appearance,
Both inside and out,

So easily can I become another,
Another part of a widespread group,

Yet, I do not,
I do not speak to it,

My opinions kept silent,
My thoughts rarely expressed.

Rainy DaysMost people I have seen
Seem to long for days filled with sunshine
And joy, unlike me however.
I, for one, despise when the sun is not
Hidden behind a mask of the dark, wisps of
Clouds, for it beams down all too much
And too strong.
When the previous rain's moisture is in the air,
And a gentle breeze flows over the area,
I take in the scents, and that one of
A kind feeling I cannot achieve anywhere,
Nor anytime else.

A Letter Written From BloodShe saw it from the beginning...
She saw the signs,
You bleeding yourself and the endless stream
Of negative remarks upon your life...
She mourns you, mourns you to this day,
Just as we all do inside...

I may not have met you, me the author,
although I know if I had,
It certainly would have been an honor.
She said your laugh was that of an angel's,
Golden, rich and pure, wholesome with soul,
Or that of which you managed to squeeze out.

Your parents, the very ones who brought you
Into this world, they seemed to contribute
To your certain downfall, and I for one shun them,
As you and her must do as well.

How was it your fault t

Things That Wreck MeSeeing your face,
Oh how it used to fill
Me with joy, now sets
My heart ablaze,
Burnt black with obvious grief.

The guilt that compels my soul
Seems now to have taken full control
Over me, but what have I done wrong?

I cannot remember exactly who,
Why and when I had done such wrongs,
Yet I know they are what cause this suffering pain.

Nothing can sooth my mind,
Calm my tenseness, fortify my thoughts.
The grasp of reality is loose, barely hanging

On to the strings that drive me through
Everything, every breath, every waking second
That I drown in this thick tar of emotional torture.

It crashed down and ignited in my chest,

Under The Willow I SitAnd I sit here once more,
Sun beginning to fade over the makeshift
Horizon of wooden plank fences and shingle
Roofs, glued to the homes with tar whose
Invading smell has long since passed.
On the shore I sit, a shore made of
Overgrown weeds whose leaves look no different
From the eruption of water that juts out
Of the center of the lake,
The ripples seeming to roll over themselves,
As if they are trampling over each other to
Reach me, and looking away from the metallic
Distraction in the center of this pool of wonders,
It's as if a river is to be flowing in place of the lake,
Lapping across rocks and echoing splash of ducks and

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Her EyesEverything that has
Ever been so perfectly exciting in my life,
And all its sure enough flaws.

All the beauty of everything
Tangible and abstract,
And the ugly black core they posess.

Every love and hate
Song that plays is bittersweet
In the burning impression

Of the deepest recesses of
My memories,
Where, of course,

Her eyes observe me,
What I was, and will become.
Her eyes, buried deep in me,

They whisper softly,
Harsh words of rememberance,
"What if", or "Why didn't you..."

But, perhaps I desrve it,
I let her go,
I let that final glance occur,

I let her eyes stay with
Me, for they said everything
Neither her nor I could ever

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Towers of Cantaton

by ~idoartguy, Nov 2, 2012, 8:08:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

What guards the innocence of Cantaton,
A land so far from reality,
Sweetness flourishes even when the rest of
The world is in its most horrid of times.

Cantaton is, or more rather, was
Quite the nicest of place to spend one's life in.
Though, until that day, that faithful day
When the towers that lined Cantaton came crashing down,
And the rubble covered all.

Only then did the gusts of realization enter the city,
And terrify those who were so used
To perfection.

It just goes to show,
Even the perfection of Cantaton,
Although they were so sure nothing
Could shatter their towers that protected
Their newfound innocence,
Reality triumphs over all that resists its grasp.

Towers of Cantatonby ~idoartguy

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Something I came up with, not too good. Wish I could have made up a better city name... lol

*xxRyRa5bbit Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

the city sounds lik cantation...

~idoartguy Nov 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's a real city...
Oh my, I'm in trouble XD

*xxRyRa5bbit Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

aha not that much trouble tho

~idoartguy Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I know XD

*xxRyRa5bbit Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

hahahahahaha GOOD!

~idoartguy Nov 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

How've you been doing?

*xxRyRa5bbit Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

pretty gewd, working with my band a lot lately, yew?

~idoartguy Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That's nice ^^ Just... Well... Doing nothing really XD

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*HectorDefendi-Light Nov 2, 2012 Professional Digital Artist

Cantaton? Hmm..., how bout...: Cantalon?

~idoartguy Nov 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

YES! Thank you!

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