| What I'm feeling. Will change as my mood changes. |
Newest Deviations
Counting Bodies Like SheepThe back of my eyelids break me down, nightmares that play on their screen. The boogyman's coming to wear his crown, king of my unconscious scene.Counting Bodies Like Sheep
You cannot protect me from my own mind, or the future that I self-inflict. Swaying to the rhythm of a ruined kind, treacherous tempo of coming conflict.
The bass line burns as the chords caress, melodious murder that medicates. Parasitic it plays me into a state of undress, 'till I'm shedding my dreams and my fates.
Staring out the window at a world in destruct, society sleepwalking in ignorant bliss.
by ~AlterEgo1629
UnderstandingThe sky was clear with the lake mirrored in it. It shone a pristine blue and green. Jake sunk into the cushioned chair and jiggled his fishing rod absent-mindedly. He hadn't expected his father to ask him on this trip, as fishing was usually a solitary sport for the aged man. Jake cast his gaze to the silver-haired figure that was bending over the boat. His father seemed fixated on the depths of the water and the light trying to shine through them. Just as Jake wondered if the day would be spent in silence, the bell on his rod jangled sharply. His fathers' head shot up in keen excitement, and he lunged for the rod. Jake jumped outUnderstanding
by ~AlterEgo1629
ThoughtlessRemove your righteous claws sunk deep into my spine your lashings and your laws corrupted you confine infantile, I try to stand against the growing guilt I am the knife held in my hand the blood that has been spilt soaked into skin and sheets in time will turn to rust I blame you for these broken beats my heart will wrongly trust falter, fail to function me this paleness is no ploy starving myself with misery this body brings no joy teenage turmoil you blame it on medicine to make it blurrrrrrrr darkest just before the dawn cancerThoughtless
by ~AlterEgo1629
CloserI don't want to write a sappy love poem. I want to write about colliding collarbones, and the way your fingernails etch my skin, so that come morning I can feel the moans.Closer
I don't want to need to talk to you. I want to let our lips speak with sighs and such, and have your hands write words of sin on me, so that come night I can read the story of their touch.
I don't want a low-key lust. I want your pearls piercing deep beneath, and bruising my bare flesh, so that come morrow I still see marks of your teeth.
I don't want to be fragile and afraid.
by ~AlterEgo1629
Random Favourites
A Tale of Ashen PhantomsThe soldiers marched out from the ashes Carrying smokey flags that twirled and waved Creeping like tears in the face of a man That clung to the nightmare of bloodshed Linear apparitions trudging through the sky They made themselves as demons Hissing and fading into half-moon flanks Each hand curled around the throats of their flag poles I could almost hear a descending growl Unleashing the illusion of insecurity And while the sun was cast in shadow It rained a halo of silver light While the wind hurried in their defense Riding leaves through the plain of haunting &nA Tale of Ashen Phantoms
by ~TranquilBeauty
Wings Made of WaxCould it be animosity that opened the gate? The doors swung open through a cloud of tears Trails of existence packed into the back of a four door Overcast skies and a freshly destroyed face The anger trickled down black I've always been fond of that color Or the absence of color Memory of an eternity reflected in the rear-view While childish things are stowed away Spreading my waxen wings to fly forth An embellished sun in my view No knowledge of what could destroy me But inventive means have been the key to my survival As odd as the circumstance could beWings Made of Wax
I'm
by ~TranquilBeauty
Unseen TerrorThe past will ever haunt Every moment still hurts Each breath feels burnt Seeing things not currentUnseen Terror
Your fear sits in shadows Staring at the ground The past becomes present As your muscles jerk
Wondering where you are This can't be the terror from years past In the same room where fists were cast This is how I got the scars
Your friend is beside you In the present you left behind But which one is true? Then your mind begins to grind
You scream in fear of your friend
As the man no one can see comes forward
by ~Templar-Uriel
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- Current Residence: British Columbia, Canada
- Interests: Poetry, Reading, Listening to Music, Manga
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, The Crow, Matrix, A Scanner Darkly, Hayao Miyazaki's movies, Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Incubus, T M Volta, Slipknot, Rise Against, Protest the Hero, Korn, Disturbed TOOL, OLP, Broken Iris
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Metal, Rock
- Favourite artist: DailyDeviant101 (Stuart), Samantha Cohoon
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe, Uriel Ghost.
- Favourite photographer: Jocelynn Girodat
- Favourite style of art: Everything is art.
- MP3 player of choice: Whatever has my music on it.
- Shell of choice: Koopa
- Wallpaper of choice: Padded white
- Skin of choice: Scramble Suit
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii, beacuse you can 'accidentally' hit the person beside you XP
- Favourite cartoon character: Its a tie :D Stewie Griffin -Family guy and Eric Cartman - South park
- Personal Quote: "It's not about who you are, it's about who you let yourself be"
- Tools of the Trade: Thoughts, feelings, and my muses.
- Email: indieaura@hotmail.com
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underneath the cold dark ground
things stayed put;
Oh them bones, they make them bodies walk
Them bones them bones, if they could only talk
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¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
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I've dropped my words on the floor, will you pick them up for me?
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¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
Thank you so so much for the fave on A little chaos theory
It really means so much to me darl <3
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¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
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"The navy doesn't hold ground, the air force sure as fuck doesn't hold ground, HELL even the armored don't hold fucking ground, THE INFANTRY HOLD GROUND!" Sargent Weese
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¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
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I've dropped my words on the floor, will you pick them up for me?
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¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
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