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sleep, or lack thereof by feintidea, literature

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sleep, or lack thereof

Sleep is elusive. It hides behind 10:45 screams And 'I forgot' showers. But to say the Grand Canyon's faultless, Would be to say the same of me. There is no excuse for 3:14 wanderings, More confusing and stress-induced to me Than the same number in geometry. Yet they serve the same purpose: Sending me off in circles, which are only useful When running. I Imagine that sweet pure bliss which tires above all else And still it helps none. I yearn for summer days When my head never hit the pillow (To my limited frosh knowledge). The shadows cast by 26 lettered keys You could say keep me company, If I ever bothered to glance down.

babysitter there art thou by feintidea, literature

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babysitter there art thou

My babysitter's back. To be my mentor, my role model. [for my confirmation] But doesn't babysitter realize that she's more useful hiding in the back of my mind? I know she's swimming in that milky fluid that surrounds my brain, popping out and skirting along the neurons only when babysitter feels the need. Doesn't she feel the awkwardness in her gills, in the knowledge that babysitter's been resurfaced for too long? I wonder if she remembers. Babysitter's trading frozen pepperoni pizzas for pot roast in our dining room. Instead of receiving a, "you know what to do!" over a dressed-up shoulder, she gets a four hour long conversation abou

words trump action by feintidea, literature

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words trump action

When I'm wheelchair bound, you can bet you'll be around 'Cause I don't have to shout to drown out my actions I never need to use my touch, just a still whispering hush Echoes in our connected eyes although we're frozen in time. Motion to typed text in haste, those heavy footsteps have a space. Our library's always cramped, but there's no house for the mimes. Words open your mouth in awe. Fights dislocate your jaw. But you know words can break what a punch never could. Further respect laden silence, than epitomes of violence. Bloody misunderstandings what we're left with when we refused to end the quiet. So when I'm wheelch

Secret Santa 'shh' by feintidea, literature

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Secret Santa 'shh'

moon's the spectator for an ethereal world brings frigid gusts adds vampiric cloak of midnight almost as a suggestion the sun chases the shadow blinding it with fiery passion scorching the frost the litters its sky and outshining the twinkiling smoldering stars flaring brightly, it seeks to diminish all the moon's creations yet there is that split second both trying to outdistance the other that the sky becomes a home for two ~

dear my wishes by feintidea, literature

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dear my wishes

dear you, it's 1:21 i didnt wish for you at 11:11 but i was thinking of you does that count? im watching snow float haphazardly holding my breath until it safely meets the ground feeling like ive intruded upon its dance the streetlamps' reflecitve glow its stage no earthly mortal seated in the audience am i watching you right now? the frozen water's so pure i can feel you, see you, taste you imagining it's you divided into these destinationless flurries because it could only be you i want to draw you into my hands and protectively, singuarly listen to the silent lullaby your decent is making love from your observer, admire

the snow's hiding by feintidea, literature

isn't just words 'scoff' by feintidea, literature

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isn't just words 'scoff'

love isnt just words, they say i say: its the way you say them the way im changing the pitch of my voice moving it up and down like a pencil on paper drawing a hand cradling your cheek or capturing the runoffs trailing out from your palm when you talk it's jumbled erotic nothing every word excited splatter painted breathlessness woven with spontaneous blotches racing to escape but i'm content in this finger painted masterpiece of a maze that's love in words ~

a carved beating muscle by feintidea, literature

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a carved beating muscle

there's something so primitive about the jagged bumps the way it ran off course and was reconnected later around the time you fended off my onslaught of tickles im oddly possessive of this assymetrical thing bending down to reverently kiss the flaking wood it took you moments to doodle, (others would say vandalize, youd say screw them) but i can still feel you in the map you drew of my inner metronome simply because it came from whatever you once were whatever we once were ~

dont take your fights serious by feintidea, literature

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dont take your fights serious

another's fighting with me hoping to change me draw out a reaction it's not the conflict that impacts me it's who with youre just flattering yourself trying to imitate her method to make me care about what you think and a year, a year and a half, two years later hers are still carried by me in personally-signed anniversary cards to me, from me i'm still snap-shotting, freeze-framing my failures in your awkward pauses full of things you wouldve, shoudlve, could have said before i cracked us so i'm copying my failures presenting one to you with resigned flourish everytime i spill the milk and we still dont know what i'm trying

don't give me my look by feintidea, literature

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don't give me my look

youre telling me not to look at you like that but it's your look that i'm echoing the same one i've seen you bestow a thousand times on someone else that look that says you care, that you love and i'm waiting, hoping you'll recognize it becuase if you're not comfortable with me you're at least comfortable with something that's come from your own skin you appear simply to show me that im clutching a shedded fragment and that's how you take your glances the ones i still desperately decode you forget them cause they mean nothing to you ~

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sleep, or lack thereof by feintidea, literature

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sleep, or lack thereof

babysitter there art thou by feintidea, literature

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babysitter there art thou

words trump action by feintidea, literature

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words trump action

Secret Santa 'shh' by feintidea, literature

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Secret Santa 'shh'

dear my wishes by feintidea, literature

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dear my wishes

the snow's hiding by feintidea, literature

isn't just words 'scoff' by feintidea, literature

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isn't just words 'scoff'

a carved beating muscle by feintidea, literature

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a carved beating muscle

dont take your fights serious by feintidea, literature

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dont take your fights serious

don't give me my look by feintidea, literature

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don't give me my look

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Day Two by o-ohhai, literature

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Day Two

I fall in love with broken things. -You were hurting when we met, but we changed each other, didn't we?- I have a pathological need to fix what's broken. The more damaged the better. I will try and try and try to save somebody with everything that I am—until my fingers bleed and every last word is spent. But I'll never ever admit to how much my heart breaks every time I fail. I've put up walls I don't know how to take down. -These walls are the ring in my pocket and dog tags around your neck- They cast shadows and every shadow is her silhouette. I don't remember the

empty space by PeriSnale, literature

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empty space

Heart racing, your breath comes fast as you lie on your back in the sand. Washed ashore from who-knows-where-but-you-definitely-don't, to a place you've never seen. Or maybe you have. You just don't remember. But that doesn't matter now because there's a wall in your mind. And somehow you know that on the other side, there's something important. Something you need. As you prod and poke, you suddenly know what it is. It's who you are. Your identity. But it's not a question of age, race, gender, or even name. It's the deep-down-inside person, the one who wakes in your dreams and sleeps in your heart. 'You.' But right now you don

'Normal' by FelicitySilver, literature

Symbiosis and Unity, Contest by theBSDude, literature

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Symbiosis and Unity, Contest

Tump Tump A small figure walked along the cracked sidewalk of a small Russian city, footsteps echoing for blocks. Luminous eyes peeked out from alleys and windows, hungrily eyeing the girl and her bulging suitcases. She ignored the eyes, as she always did. They would not attack her, no matter how much food she carried. But they would watch, as long as they could without leaving their dens. Cities like this were the reason humans still feared androids. There were documented cases of starving humans turning cannibal, but never anything on a scale like this. The only viable source of food in the city was people, a fact that had transformed m

love is an understatement. by stuff7, literature

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love is an understatement.

i built up all of our cliffs, and promised to catch you when you fell, but i never said i'd catch you when you jumped. - all of my homeless friends are gone, i'm the only one left in town, so this is what it feels like to be alone. - this goddamn heart has forgotten how to bleed, broken mirrors and pieces of my old walls are scattered on my floor, it's time to move again. - this old apartment is filled with long-lost dreams and all too vivid memories. not to mention the cobwebs in the cabinet. - i promised you forever, but tomorrow doesn't count. because the time between now and forever is just practice.

Kori tis Nychtas by ArcaneAutumn, literature

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Kori tis Nychtas

The constellations screamed The moon gave birth Soft midwinter night was Unburdened The newborn was Beauty Wrapped in robes of dragonflies Hair the color of silver secrets Threaded with seashell pearls She dressed in white For her wedding with the stars As she stood Galaxies poured from her eyes Snow vines blossomed at her feet And her heart smoked Setting the earth in spin She carved from the sky A crescent bow Baptized herself the huntress In a stream of light And fashioned from fireflies A single arrow Then shot it through space To be heard by Gods Beneath a cypress tree She sang to the universe Something ice pure

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babysitter there art thou by feintidea, literature

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babysitter there art thou

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what to tell w/o giving too much away...i cant draw so pretty much the only thing youll ever find on this page is poetry. maybe a pic if i can ever figure out how to upload. haha. love these things ~~~~~~~ what are they even called? im a swimmer at heart though at home youll only ever see me run. which is why cold weather sucks even though i love it more than anything. i tend to ramble and not make sense. and ill probably nvr post a journal cause my mind is a deep dark void that no one would want to penetrate. which is what therapists are for.

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PLEASE LOOK AT THE SCRAPS TOO!!!!
there's a lot of old stuff in there that needed moving

just to let any1 kno: i dont pay too much attention to what genre their under, so if it says something like humour, it might not always be humour.

Current Residence: at home... dont the pre-pubescent yrs suck?
Favourite genre of music: alternative, singer/songwriter, no hip-hop or rap rlly
Favourite style of art: emotional
MP3 player of choice: iPod classic for songs, touch for Youtube lol
Skin of choice: this does not mean ur actual skin!
Favourite cartoon character: Donald Duck
Personal Quote: whoever said nothing was impossible never tried slamming a revolving door

Favourite Movies

The Fine Art of Love *shiver*

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Linkin Park, Sick Puppies, Breaking Benjamin, Theatre of Tragedy, Muse, Rise Against

Favourite Writers

Orson Scott Card (Ender's Game) or Sarah Waters

Favourite Games

Final Fantasy, Pokemon lol, Zelda, Harry Potter! (even though most of them suck...)

Favourite Gaming Platform

portable: DS and ive nvr played PS3 so PS2 though i have a Wii *sucks* and a GC

Tools of the Trade

a pencil, paper and some duct tape

Other Interests

umm reading hah such a nerd, swimming, x country.... when i feel like it

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feintidea

Apr 13, 2010

i dont think they allow four month vacations

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i gave up a few websites for lent and this was one, since i was throughly addicted. ive been slow to start back up with this, but im working on it. basically: IM BACK!! *yay* (not that anyone noticed i was missing)

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feintidea

Dec 30, 2009

i have emerged...

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first off: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! i do realize that it's a bit late, but you know what they say blahblahblah next, i apologize for not posting anything in a while. i just joined the group #theWrittenRevolution (https://www.deviantart.com/thewrittenrevolution) (check it out it's awesome!!!!!) and came back the day after Christmas to over 300 deviations in my inbox. yeah. still have 67 to go so... finally, after a couple more random submittions, i shall officially begin my 100 challenge! *yeah right* anyways, Happy Christmas, Hannukah, Ramadan (sorry if i spelled it wrong), New Years, and all the other ones i forgot/dont know

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feintidea

Dec 15, 2009

finally... some meaning!

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i found this and i realized i need for some of my pieces to have some common meaning. so im gonna try this. sorry right now if i only get to like #18 or something.... The 100 theme challenge: THE RULES: 1.) Make 100 pieces each one having a theme listed below. Only one theme per piece! 2.) No time limit so have fun! 3a.) Pieces should be of own artistic ability. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy. Your pieces can be anything from sketches and doodles to great masterpieces. Just have fun with it. 4.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that... A.)Yo