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2:00 am by insubordinate, literature

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2:00 am

I trusted in the stars above, ergo your word also; but rampant run the twisted lights, devour my will, my soul. Your plague decays my wilted heart, a malady uncured. A decadent being, i give myself, grass blades caress my cheek. Yet as i fall, comes red and blue, the night appears once more. A late attempt, hands clutching tight, no reassuring beat. An anomaly, i watch above, still conscious though unseen; then slowly drifting, i retreat, an ending all i seek.

nonchalant by insubordinate, literature

lightning by insubordinate, literature

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lightning

i pulled the car off to the side of the road loneliness beckoned and i answered its call reclining, repining i lay the seat back staring into nothing through the dirty windshield smeared with grime left dotted by long forgotten droplets a single streetlight shone i watched viewing the night sky lightning flashes goosebumps rise i find myself cold yet it is comfort i've never felt as alone as i do this instant why do others have such a grasp on my withering happiness? disdain a call i hear a friendly voice 'for no reason really i decided to call' a weak smile purses my visage i begin to co

longing by insubordinate, literature

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longing

i sit charred, dejected among the ashes what used to be here? something burned down solitude saved me from giving in to the flames yet solitude cursed me and left me lonely it seems to be a house what once stood here but now only ghosts of the family remain where have they gone? the love i once held i feel so empty now as my grey hands clutch my cold, pale skin will this sorrow ever cease? i cry out please let me be heard please give me comfort then slowly slowly a figure emerges parting the smoke and flames she approaches clothed in brilliance fiery hair trailing behind tips whispering i look toward heaven meet

shades of black by insubordinate, literature

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shades of black

my existence torn from the murky depths the phantom that is my soul bleeding from my friable spirit the true colors i abhor red for my cruelty, the senseless lacerations green is my toxicity, the constant infectious poison violet for my permanent bruises, lining my heart, my mind, my skin yellow for the light i crave, to view my ghastly scars blue removes the finger prints, left on my neck by pleasant friends orange the bright symbolic regalia, an unintentional zebra-like costume indigo for lonely ski

Assimilation by insubordinate, literature

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Assimilation

I found myself in a house. The friends of a friend; making them, vicariously, friends of my own. (where is the comfort?) I rested, quite unsuccessfully, on their couch. The side of a piano faced me, stared me down with a mocking visage. In its reflection I saw myself. Three times I saw myself. The curve in its creation caused the appearance of a tri-reflection. I don't really know if tri-reflection is a word. I sat viewing my tainted soul, displayed so obvious on the instrument. The value of an expired coupon; the value of a ticket to last weeks unattended show. (where is the worth?) The three replicates glared, each offering a diffe

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the martyr by insubordinate, literature

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the martyr

in a bustling, large metropolis a smiling man drives along on his way to his thriving occupation he hums an insignificant song it's a bright and beautiful morning it'll probably be a good day he'll be happy and resourceful if he somehow has his way to others he seems a bit jovial perfected in his state but in revealing his true colors one only has to wait at work he'll reach his cluttered desk sit in his broken chair he'll observe all that is piled up and quickly hide despair though it seems to be an Elysium in this large and caring town the megalomaniacal succeed in life while the good are trampled down "why are

an epiphonema by insubordinate, literature

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an epiphonema

babies will cry, workers will moan life, nothing more than an insincere groan thoughts recreated, inadequate to suffice subconscious intentions, a murderous game all men feign happiness, who is to blame? tantalized my maniacal ethereal dreams the love of one, drowns beratings of all sanity hanging by a single thread falls self degradation leaves perpetual scars the ants overrun the powerful corporation blindly the acolyte follows to self damnation realizing there are worlds beyond the counterfeit fatuous dreams ostrasize entire nations pristine children making weapon allocations an ambiguous future of embraced malnutrition cont

losing ground by insubordinate, literature

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losing ground

useless rhetoric an opinion held with no regard the expressed words are wiped cleanly away leaving no trace or stained imprint simplicity or complexity neither holding sway screaming out the words a slowly rising temperature always enunciated the right to remain silent wasted articulations oratory dripping as rain flowing peacefully in the gutter but often portent of violence miscommunications playing chicken with trains often bittersweet harbingers of a macabre betrayal dichotomized intentions no harm no foul the desire to assist is likely to completely derail

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happypoem attempt- For Insub. by Iselin, literature

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happypoem attempt- For Insub.

the bright Sunshine lighting the ends of Leaves making them Golden throwing Blossoms into a brilliance of Color & Fragrance the Birth and Renewal of Hope the bright Sunshine floating on the tops of Rivers turning them to Silver new Sparkling the Remembrance of Beauty the bright Sunshine Carressing the lids of the Birds waking Life & teaching its song Until the Heart of the Earth remembers to Sing the Breathing of Love

A Single Glance by VedmaDetya, literature

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A Single Glance

Your eyes caught mine. (Literally. In every sense of the word. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, my heart stopped). Electric shock, down my spine and into my heart (oh good! I was worried it wouldn't beat ever again). You were reading my mind, seeing my thoughts. (No, deeper... my soul. I swear you saw straight into my soul). Your eyes searching, memorizing my face. (Painting a picture? You made me feel beautiful. What is it you see in me when you look at me with such soft eyes?) Reluctantly you release me, reluctantly I look away. (Forever changed, a single glance etched into my heart).

I Try by cudlpnk, literature

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I Try

Pushing upwards through the tide Gasping, struggling, getting tired. Rushing water drowning me Filling me lungs as i try to flee Reaching towards the beaming sun Letting go of the bad i've become Trying and trying with all my might Waves bare down harder, i fall in fright Filling my lungs with sickness and disguist Body weakens, I abandone my fight Giving in to your words, your lies I loose myself in it, i drown, i die My struggle is worthless, in my effort ies no point I try and I try for a better life To emerge from the darkness into the light Your words will not let me , your hate won't suffice You which i'm consumed by t

thinking of you by Kachiko, literature

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thinking of you

I thought I would never be able to do it. To reach my goal so soon seemed impossible. To have this goal may seem silly to most. But to me it means everything, the world and more. For the first time I feel as if I belong. As if my life has meaning. You gave me a reason to live day to day. Silly as it seems everyone has made me live. Though your comments, your works, you have made me strong. Knowing that you care makes my world complete. Empowering me with the will to live. Strong as I may seem I am nothing with out you.

Memoir by panyd, literature

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Memoir

"Hello" Politeness through a toxin induced haze Tripped curtsie even As he takes his leave to sit, And indifferently gaze upon the wonders of the world. Flickering lights from China reflected in a drunkards eyes, Miracles of love and peace scorned ruthlessly, Drowned in his cynicism And he in that bottles prison. Your hand guided her, So soft your youthful touch. And underneath the wars of insanity, Sadism! Monster. "Arent games fun? Lets see what I do next!" As if in the festering holes of home you werent aware, Late at night a childs dreams of pleasures now forbidden You wave your tales of fetish, hate, flying lessons and ab

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untiled by Kachiko, literature

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untiled

my life is seeming not to be mine. as if i am veiwing it though others eyes. i see all that goes on. but i feel helpless to it all. i do things i normaly wouldnt do. more lazy than ever before. sneaking out in the mid of night. to do what you dont want to know. i feel helpless to stop this horrid cycle. even though its all in my control. i keep telling myself i have no control. i have no control over my life. im only 17 live while i can. is living really worth the risk im putting myself in? i feel as if i am handicaped in my own life. as if i can not say no to the request made to me. i know i should believe in myself. and sta

Unspoken by ChronoMCC, literature

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Unspoken

I am the voice unspoken, The song without words, I am music without notes. I am faceless, featureless… I am numbed and cold, Trapped in the ice of solitude, You left me here in the wastes, To seek my own sanctuary… I am alone now, in your night, I am freezing in my loneliness, I am damned in my sorrow, And through the void I sing… "Bleed me dry" I whisper to dry hearts, "Take my life" I taunt you with my eyes. "Take it all" You know the truth of it… "Kill me here" Its you who inside dies…

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The Primary Colors of Light by insubordinate, visual art

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: my own little world
Favourite genre of music: rock, punk, metal, ska
Operating System: sadly xp, but will partition with red hat soon
Wallpaper of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: cartman, timmy, gir
Personal Quote: if u take "im a lasagna hog" and spell it backwards, it says "go hang a salami"

Favourite Visual Artist

samwise didier

Favourite Movies

all lotr movies, kung pow

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

system of a down

Favourite Games

Warcraft 3 on battlenet playing DOTA

Favourite Gaming Platform

easily pc

Tools of the Trade

terragen, photoshop, notepad, bryce 5, pencil and little tiny composition book

Other Interests

drumming, climbing, boarding, computers

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insubordinate

Jul 18, 2004

unprepared

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are any of you ready to die? ready to accept whatever consequences you deserve for the actions commited while living here?

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insubordinate

Jun 27, 2004

small trip

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well i figured everyone ought to be aware that i will be out of town for the next little while. just more than a week to be exact. i'll have very limited internet access so i really won't respond much on here or post anything new til i return. (not really that i have been responding much anyways....*guilty* sorry about that. bust summer and .... yeah) but anyways, just to let you all know. i'll see ya when i return and good luck to everyone in everything you do.

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insubordinate

Jun 20, 2004

photo-synthesis

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                     with the dropping prices of digital cameras these days, i decided to finally break down and purchase   one. i've seen manifold scenes lately that i've wanted to   take pictures of, so after some searching here and there, i found a 5.3 megapixel HP for $300. so with that, my bro's trusty tripod, and a new 256mb memory card, i'm off on my photography adventure. now i'm obviously brand new at this, but i've done a few things, and i'd like any tips i can get. there are so many skilled photographers out there, ie pyropsycho, Vedma, ScarsUponScars, fangedpixie, and the rest (sorry for any i excluded), that i'm sure you can give

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You know, I miss your comments. And I miss reading your poetry. Don't know if we'll ever see you back around here, but I hope you're doing great.
*love*

silverwolf71190

Feb 22, 2006

great gallery, love your work

Iselin

Feb 16, 2006

when was the last time you actually used this thing?

Bexie

Jul 6, 2005

Where are you, I miss you lots my huni

I suppose you don't come around here often anymore, people move on....

Well if you do see this, e-mail me, reply, or something?

much love.

jerzchick16

May 4, 2005

wow.. i was going through my old poems and saw that you had commented on a few of them. just wanted to say thanks and ask how you were doing! i hope all is well

Bexie

Dec 19, 2004

Hey dude, how are ya? Not spoke to you in a long while! Where you hiding?