Points of Experience by needles-in-your-eyes, literature
Literature
Points of Experience
Tis here amidst the echoing drums
We long battle things of old
with heavy step
and forked tongue
Our courage must be bold.
For in the shadows
Figures stir
and fix their weary gaze,
upon lowly creatures
who seek honor
and would kill me for the praise.
Stark staring, slinking
Clinging to structures
From behind
they attempt to hide
Turn from sound startled
Stare at thyself
reflected in my eye.
A moments pause
one last breath
with feet urged to run.
with sword unsheathed
a smile creeps
A challenge
Then let it be done.
Languid mentality of molasses reduced
Soulful lamenting and battle cries
reverberate their intended use
spring forward, fall
Walk in step, walk in step,
To the beat of the mass perspective drum.
Zombie like
Let’s move forward
By the collective opinions rerun.
Listen outward but not in
Expectations determine your stride,
Don’t ponder upon the destination
And God forbid you break the line.
Each drummer not looking ahead
But watching the faces
Side to side,
Waiting for instruction,
Keeping formation,
So together we all seem to rise.
Slow others down,
Speed some up,
How can we move forward if not together?
Each person helping to spell out ”normalcy”
On their face lies one letter.
Courage in your inner voice causes you to stumble.
Everyone ha
NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED by needles-in-your-eyes, literature
Literature
NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED
you are my happiness and sadness,
you are the one that i call mine,
you are the one i can't stand to own,
your the one that torments my mind,
how i long to feel you suffer,
tears of blood i wish to see,
and watch your heart turn black through your eyes,
from sheer lack of me,
hoping you break down,
to the thing you are inside,
i will laugh in your face,
and insanely shatter your pride,
i will call the masses,
and they will watch you burn,
flames of your own patheticness,
now it's your turn...
to know no one wants you,
and the thought that you don't deserve to live is to much to concieve,
and you owe everyone
to feed your inner demon by needles-in-your-eyes, literature
Literature
to feed your inner demon
break away,
i hold your breath so close,
the rest is unreachable,
for if trap you,
your heart becomes fair game,
so i must give,
and you must take,
as you destroy the face of the angel...
who gave you her wings,
which gave you flight away from pain,
but you don't look back,
to the angel...you left broken on the ground,
screams are your direction to fly from,
you left pain,
but also your heart,
as you break away,
once again.....
shunning sacrifice
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for the troubles i've had and the people who used me ...
for the ones who can't stand me and the ones that abused me..
i give you my wings...
i hope they take away your so
Points of Experience by needles-in-your-eyes, literature
Literature
Points of Experience
Tis here amidst the echoing drums
We long battle things of old
with heavy step
and forked tongue
Our courage must be bold.
For in the shadows
Figures stir
and fix their weary gaze,
upon lowly creatures
who seek honor
and would kill me for the praise.
Stark staring, slinking
Clinging to structures
From behind
they attempt to hide
Turn from sound startled
Stare at thyself
reflected in my eye.
A moments pause
one last breath
with feet urged to run.
with sword unsheathed
a smile creeps
A challenge
Then let it be done.
Languid mentality of molasses reduced
Soulful lamenting and battle cries
reverberate their intended use
spring forward, fall
Walk in step, walk in step,
To the beat of the mass perspective drum.
Zombie like
Let’s move forward
By the collective opinions rerun.
Listen outward but not in
Expectations determine your stride,
Don’t ponder upon the destination
And God forbid you break the line.
Each drummer not looking ahead
But watching the faces
Side to side,
Waiting for instruction,
Keeping formation,
So together we all seem to rise.
Slow others down,
Speed some up,
How can we move forward if not together?
Each person helping to spell out ”normalcy”
On their face lies one letter.
Courage in your inner voice causes you to stumble.
Everyone ha
I have decided to actually use my Deviantart account again. I need to get more involved in my art, and posting it in a community of artists seems to be a good motivator.
I've had this account for 9 years, I should take some pride in that and post, I dunno... any of the hundreds of pieces of art I have made since I started my account when I was in high school.
Coming back to this after about 7 years, was astonishing.
I do think I have developed quite a bit as an artists and writer, but it was neat to see a snapshot of where I was talent wise and how I was proud enough to post it.
I might post some of the poetry I have done in the many yea
hey guys i'm sorry if i don't answer in for the next couple of days.... i'm going to the beach... and i don't want you guys to think i'm ignoring ya'll... so see ya in couple of days!!!!
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i love deviantart!!
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~edward~
*withdrawls....o.O*
i dunno... i guess i'm bored or just sitting here listening to the sound of rain... that is somehow so comforting hitting against my window... here again on deviantart... i dunno i guess i'm addicted can't get away... it's fine cause i've made friends.... it's more like a place to hang out and talk more than to post art... and i guess that's what most of us need...friends that don't judge us just because of our art... but of the people we appear to be on here... it's kinda crazy cause we could be a totally different person that we say we are... but there's still that trust... that trust on here that is real rare... that you haven't even seen
Edward!!!! My internet was broken for a long time which sucked cheetos!! But now i'm on a different computer so we's can communticato again. yEEEEEEs!!!!It sucks that we don't have any classes together those sheep fcking whores did that on purpose.bastards! I don't have aol here so u can get me yahoo name from the fluffed one. WE need to hang out i'll go deeper into my insanity if i'm stuck here by my lonesome.
OH.....tell me what lunch u have i have first..IF by some glory of an outside force we have the same lunch school won't be as sucky.
BYE-BYE EDWARDO
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