Spykedjadedragon

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All I Need by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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All I Need

When I can't stand to look upon The face of another insipid soul, I go to where wild grace runs free The home that lives inside of me. Home is where the only light I see shines bright from the moon above. Home is where the wooded whimsy Meets the languid lapping of the stoic winters shore. Home is where my humble cottage Houses all I'd need and more. I lay back, upon my swinging hammock Thinking, if this could be real. Could I but stand to nurture still The barren essence of my heart? For now, this be enough, I say. That's all I'd need, And nothing more.

The Land of the Rejects by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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The Land of the Rejects

"Are we in Hell?" I asked this quite fearfully, fully expecting my answer to be in the positive. What I didn't expect was fore his laugh to echo mirthlessly against the crude stone walls. "Hell? Hell?! I wish we were in Hell...then I might hold hope for us all...no, we are in The Land of the Rejects." "What?" "The Land of the Rejects..." he explained rather exasperated. My face must have looked very confused, and I was just about to ask him to elaborate when he cut me off with his explaination. "From what I understand from being down here...We are both trapped in The Land of the Rejects. This domain was created by God fo

The Empty Vessel by Spykedjadedragon, literature

The Pinata by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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The Pinata

Remember when you were a little kid, and you got invited to somebody's birthday party? And they had a pinata there, And all the kids stood transfixed and hungry, eyes a-gleam with anticipation for the birthday kid to whack the stuffing out of that poor pinata? And he did And all the candy stood glittering in the sunlight before it hit the ground? Well I was that stupid sap that stood there, watching the candy float in the air, While all the action was ground level, with kids literally diving to grab the goods. By the time I returned to Earth, all that was left were those Silly little miniature peanut brittle bars And some peppermint

Thoughts of a Bookseller by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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Thoughts of a Bookseller

So, I hate my job. I wished I didn't, Thought I wouldn't, Thought I'd know I wouldn't, But I do. I sell books. I pick up books. I stack books, alphabetize books, shift books and rescue books... Almost everyday, I sell books, I pick up books. I stack books, alphabetize books, shift books and rescue books... Almost everyday, I sell books... The monotony, the tedium, the God Awful, mind numbing stupidity of the customers! That, too, never changes. Most times I can chat up coworkers, daydream, or think of other things to pass the time, but tonight I couldn't help noticing... The ridiculous customers who haven't got two brain ce

The Candle Flame by Spykedjadedragon, literature

Cracked Mirror by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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Cracked Mirror

I walked amongst the trees Standing Tall in nature's Earth I chanced upon a rock Serenely Laying in the dirt I bent to pick it up I feel it tremble, crack, and split As I lament its loss I feel a warmth pool in my hands Its blood, in all its sanguine glory Blood! Bright red and pure. I look upon this crumpled rock To find Its life source there A rock which bleeds And dare I say? A heart that once had beat. I cannot stand to bear the witness Of my own life repeat.

Want by Spykedjadedragon, literature

Good-Bye by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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Good-Bye

I delve into the depths of my mind Afraid of what new terror lurkes there I try not to dally, you see into the recesses of my taletell mind. I see superiority I see doubt I see curiosity I see trepidation I see determination I see strength I see intelligence and a bit of wit, but what else do I see right here? Oh, the greatest terror of all... I think I see a smattering of love. "Well," cried my brain, the most logical of Them all "This simply cannot do." And here he stores this bit of love In the very darkest dankest part of me. Forgotten It hopes, and left to die. And this is why, I can look at you smile blandly and say.

Your Song by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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Ode to Nocturnal Bliss by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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Ode to Nocturnal Bliss

If I could leave my natural stasis behind, to the moon and the stars, I shall come running. The memorable moments I spend with thee, the break-throughs, the sorrow, the melancholy moments, the revelations and discoveries, quiet bliss, peaceful solitude, comfort, wonder, and yes...sleep. Forgive me moon, forgive me stars, forgive me inky black vast sky, for, while I write this Ode to thee, my eyes they burn, and threaten to close, unconscious/subconscious, taking over, and while I write this last line to thee, I ask to make just one last plea. Perform for me, great moon, great stars, perform for me, even still, for while I lay deep in my s

The Verdict by Spykedjadedragon, literature

Love in Nocturnal Grace part 1 by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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The Piano Score by Spykedjadedragon, literature

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The Piano Score

Drag me away into a whirlwind Make me breathless by the end Let the roar ransack my ears Evoke enraptured tears Let me spiral into oblivion Enthralled in your spell Which nothing can quell I stand Hanging by that thread, I tread Into that chaos sublime Suspended in time I HEAR The notes run together Never sounding better Don't give me feather light touches Unless it, culminates, in a fierce ending Sending Electric shocks of pleasure A startled gasp and then. . . The score is finished My joy diminished I'm left, wanting more From that lovely Piano Score.

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When the Sky Opened by sourpeaches, literature

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When the Sky Opened

The agoraphobic colors hid in a match box and I told them someone needed to strike a match for the light to come. They faded to all the shades of black, which is just a nicer term for the lewd and dying greys. They scrambled for Kala's curls and found explosions and prisms in the unlikeliest place. And so the tangles dripped with specters and reveries until Iris bled.

This used to be my playground by littlegreenbook, literature

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This used to be my playground

This used to be my playground, Where I played without a care, Now it's covered in graffiti, And there are needles everywhere. This used to be my corner shop, A friendly place within, Now someone's gone and torched it, Because of the owners coloured skin. This used to be my street Where neighbours helped each other, Now people keep to themselves, As if hiding undercover. This used to be my town, That had a vibrant hub. Now people have been shot at, As they come out of the pub. This used to be my country, Of which I was so proud Now everything's gone downhill, And going back is not allowed. This used to be my world, And I'd

Asylum by xiccibanx, literature

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Asylum

My sanity, Its dissonance with my conscience has captured me. A cacophony of my humanity, A brewing of animosity. How I long to breathe. Chromatic misery, Ecstatic calamity. Where lies my sanctity? Eternal bliss in a mortal abyss. Let me celebrate along my sanguine wrists. This symphony of melancholy, A pungent sense of divinity. You laughed at me. Tormented entity of solitude. Come rest within my silent soliloquy.

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Love in Nocturnal Grace part 1 by Spykedjadedragon, literature

Love in Nocturnal Grace part 1

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Brooklyn, NY
Favourite genre of music: Classical, Techno, Opera, Rock, Metal, Darkwave
Operating System: Evil Windows
MP3 player of choice: Sansa e280
Favourite cartoon character: Spongebob Squarepants

Favourite Visual Artist

Leonardo Da Vinci

Favourite Movies

Amadeus, The Pianist, All HP Movies

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Malice Mizer, Moi Dix Mois, Frederic Chopin, Franz Liszt, Rachmaninov, Abney Park, Vernian Process

Favourite Writers

William Butler Yeats, Edgar Allan Poe, John Donne, HP Lovecraft, JK Rowling

Favourite Games

Board Game? Chess; Videogame? Eternal Darkness for NGC, and Quake for N64

Favourite Gaming Platform

NES

Tools of the Trade

Pen, Quill, Keyboard

Other Interests

Writing, Reading, Piano, Languages, Computers, Math, Programming, Music

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Spykedjadedragon

Apr 23, 2007

Still writing

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I'm currently doing a multitude of freewrites on a story I have blooming.  I'm not sure if they're good or not, but I can't contain them in my head any longer... The working title is:  The Land of the Rejects and its a pseudo horror story.  I say pseudo because I have some reservations and honestly, I don't know if I'll ever be able to write something "scary enough". ~Spyked~ ChiYokLown

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Spykedjadedragon

May 3, 2006

Writers Block

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Usually, I'm able to write exactly what I'm feeling...and then manipulate them into a little poem that sometimes I'm proud of lol.  But lately...(meaning these last few weeks, perhaps a month or so) I haven't been able to generate anything of worth... I have 3 newly submitted works after a long hiatus..."Good-bye", "Your Song", and "Valentine's Day Chocolate".  I really don't think these poems are that good at all...but they're worth a look if only to see what the brain spews when one is grappling with extreme writers block. Comments/Suggestions/Constructive Criticism as always, but particularly this time, is welcome!  ^_^ ~Spyked~ ChiYok

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kojima-kun

Jan 30, 2007

sweet poems...so dark and emo..nice..

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xaay

Apr 1, 2006

Big thanks for the +watch. It's also nice that you like F. Chopin. It's my fav. composer too.
All the best for you!

xiccibanx

Mar 5, 2006

YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED!!!

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
-P.S. Hey! try some random ppl to Spread more teh DA love around

xXNocturnal-MizeryXx

Mar 3, 2006

Thanks so much for the

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thedeviousmonkey

Feb 8, 2006

Thank you very much for the