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"To name an object is to supress three-quarters of the enjoyment to be found in a poem... suggestion, that is the dream."
-Stephane Mallarme (Parisian Poet of the Symbolist Movement circa. 19th Century)
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Me (A biography of sorts)
Well I'm a writer, obviously, haha. I tend to write poetry more than prose. Which is something I'm aiming to improve upon at a later date after personal issues have been resolved and I am able to attend a writing course to brush up on techniques.

In regards to poetry, however, I always aim to write as originally as possible or at least put my own style into the fabric of the work. I'm self-taught, having only started to write back in Jul 2011 after randomly writing my first ever poem "This Is The End" on my blackberry after listening to The Doors song "The End".

My method of working is to simply write down what comes into my head. There is no pre-planning and what usually is there in my gallery is a first draft, having edited the piece as I've gone along. Mistakes do happen, for example, simple spelling errors that my eyes overlook. Please don't point them out to me, since I usually return back to amend them.

Thematically I try, as I've mentioned above, to be as original as possible and I write a myriad of themes. A lot are of a dark tinge based upon my mood while writing.

Inspiration can come from absolutely nowhere for me. I've been inspired by music, paintings, historical/mythological events and characters, nature, even cartoons such as Pokemon have inspired me to come up with something new and interesting to read.

I don't necessarily write for an audience. I merely write for myself in a way as not to feel pressurised into adhering to a specific taste. Writing is a means for me to entertain myself first and foremost.

Well, that's a little about me as a writer.


:spotlight-left:Favourite Quotes:spotlight-right:
:target:“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.” -- George Orwell, 1984
:target:“Well, the final responsibility is mine. And mine alone. You see, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?” -- Fourth Doctor, Genesis Of The Daleks
:target:"I believe in no God, no invisible man in the sky. But there is something more powerful in each of us, a combination of our efforts, a great chain of industry that unites us. But it is only when we struggle in our own interests that the chain pulls society in the right direction. The chain is too powerful and too mysterious for any government to guide. Any man who tells you differently either has his hand in your pocket or a pistol to your neck." -- Andrew Ryan Bioshock
:target:"Can you hear them? All these people who've lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves, to you. Can you hear them singing? Oh, you like to think you're a god, but you're not a god. You're just a parasite eaten out with jealously and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow. So...so come on, then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you've got a big appetite, because I've lived a long life, and I have seen a few things. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe, and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time, no space – just me. I've walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I've watched universes freeze and creations burn. I have seen things you wouldn't believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken, knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze! So, come on, then! Take it! Take it all, baby! Have it! You have it all!" -- The Eleventh Doctor, The Rings of Akhaten
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Interests

Introduction

Well there goes another a year, again. So in spontaneous fashion, I decided to have a browse through deviantART this evening and hand-pick some of my favourites and put them in a journal for everyone to enjoy. Apologies if there is no journal skin or anything fancy; in my opinion the amazing literature, photography, and artwork should come first before any elaborate journal. I'll shut up for now and let you enjoy what I've found. Happy New Year to all when it comes around. :D

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Twisted SoulRise, then fall,
Flow, then clash,
Cruising along the edges of a blade,
Made to pierce Romeo's heart,
And tear down Juliet's soul,
The threshold of the drums beating like my heart,
And the guitar shredding like my soul,
Come,
Violent tides and impatient winds,
Who run up mountains,
And stumble along prairie grass,
Let me surf the current,
Flowing through the folds of my inner mind,
Rising,
Falling,
Flowing,
Then crashing,
Onto the shores of hell,
My own twisted paradise.
by SolonNight WinterbaneWhen the world is at its darkest
And all life is close to death
She inspires us to draw another breath
With promises of slaying winter’s tempest.
She comes with a song in her heart
Mothering legends with her conquered strife
Blood must be spilt to create new life
Old wisdom says love and hate will never part.
Spring ends our sorrows
When hopelessness tempts our weakness for crime
She brings new tomorrows
Since the beginning of time.
Searching for you, I came upon a book of spells
Hidden by broken promises of trust
It taught me stories no one tells
Its forest in my heart saves me from disgust.
Now, sit here by my side
And let me tell you stories from times and places far away
Reality is a puzzle, all the pieces fit together
In so many different ways that none create the same image.
The forest in my heart, I said
Strangers meet there, was the word
The book was written by the blood I’d bled
Betwixt future and past, I create my own world.
April Winterbane guides me to the light
by DenVitaNarren Poet's FearSix words is never quite enough.
Nor nine words.
Nor a lifetime...
by BleedingProphecies SmilingI sit by the window staring toward the setting sun.
My hand unsteadily reaches for the foul liquid once more.
It brings forth bright colors that ward of the gloom.
I place the cool metal against my skin and with a prick the nepenthe enters my blood.
The room begins to liquefy and I feel the sleep come.
I waken in a field.
The sun did not shine and no star graced the sky.
Curious I looked around, overtaken by this mystery abound.
My nepenthe bringing me knew sights unseen.
I sniff the air, it smells of decay.
I feel the earth, it feels cold.
I hear my name being called?
I turn to the sound, yet there was no one.
I was alone in this ghoulish place.
I wandered aimlessly through the slowly building fog.
Till at last I arrived before a lone scarecrow.
It sat high upon its perch, unmoving, yet ominous.
It almost felt alive.
I looked upon it and I swore it looked back at me.
Not long after seeing this wonder, I again heard my name called.
I spun round.
Only darkness greeted me.
"I hear you ca
by goloms A fools paradiceOnce there was a kingdom
That was feared by some
And admired by kin
For what lies within
But the king grew to old
And his son grew to bold
Untrust started to brew
There was nothing else to do
The king was killed without a sound
And no evidence was found
That would convict the son
But the nightmare'd just begun
The people heard of the son's betrayal
As the kingdom began to derail
The son saw the chaos he could not halt
With the kingdom in ruins it was all his fault
It was then that I heard
The king's final words
"The fields in ruins, the castle soon to destroy,
All because of one little boy!"
And who possibly could have told
The people of this betrayal so cold?
That's simple: It is I
No one more than a spy
by Enemv33 Via del Babuino, Rome.Via del Babuino, Rome.
If only I could have been here centuries ago!
A place where artist had voice and feet to walk with
and not metallic wings, our worst myth
as passing through these street, it seems strange
to not find people, to not find a change.
For art, it’s hard to survive,
where people laugh at you, when you stay behind
looking for an idea, looking for hope
to see at least one person, to see a little love.
For artists, it’s hard to survive,
where the world forgets you, when you just want to cry
you want an expression, you don’t want a mask
but we all live in a circus, we all are a mess.
So, passing through this street, today I remember
that once artists were not a mess, and art could be never
because even if hurting, their feet were still strong
and when you received a shock, they still wanted more.
Via del Babuino, Rome.
How I wish I could have been here, centuries ago!
by MyArmor

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SicknessI can't sleep,
But I can't stay awake,
Both alternatives fill me with pain,
I can't feel,
I can hardly move,
Else I'll risk pounding hammers bashing into my skull,
Am I awake?
Asleep?
Somewhere in between?
I hear no responses,
Just a painful scream,
Am I dead?
Alive?
No answers from my mind,
Confusion abounds,
And I can't seem to fight.
by DarkZero2109 Swallowing MidnightThe sun will never shine
under the bed
where you found love...
but there is still time
to swallow the stars.
by TwilightPoetess heartstrings.i.
The night is aglow, sitting
in the depths of my heart;
the city lights knitting
pale orange halos above.
In breaths pale with Argyle pink
diamond, the lovers rise
over the very brink
of the iceberg's cyan crown,
like celestial bodies.
ii.
In the crumbs of honeycomb
scattered on the table,
I'll find our proteome;
I want to decipher our
genetics, map your heartbeat
and find constellations
among every discreet
naevus nestled upon you,
joining the dots.
iii.
I'll pursue you forever,
until my worthless bones
(in boundless endeavour)
are at last compressed into
Argyle pink diamonds.
by 91816119 The thief and the angelAn angel was sitting high in the sky
So high in the heavens above
To the earth the angel decided to fly
As pure and clean as a dove.
Down on the earth he met with a thief
Who invited him to play with cards
The angel agreed and sat down for a brief
game called"cheating bards".
The angel has lost some times in a row
The thief was cheating, of course
Paying the debt cost the angel his wings
But the thief has felt no remorse
All has ended right,
As it should have been, all fairy tales end well
The dragon is dying,slayed by the knight 
The princess has broken the spell
The thief is standing in the middle of town
Selling the wings of Amore
And the angel is flying,still looking down
As winged as ever before
So, what is the moral of this fairy-tale?  
Well,the moral doesn't exist
One was born with a soul pure and pale
But another is born a beast
And as you are born,the same you will die
For you are needed as such
For those who are sitting so high in the sky
And are doing nothing but
by feardemon The Toy MakerIn the mansion in the east
There is a toy maker.
He is a widower,
Caring for two young girls.
He creates dolls for his daughters
Out of love and stitches;
Dolls of people he has seen
In his days as a traveller.
Where did he go?
What did he experience?
Only his dolls could tell you that.
But alas, they could not talk of course.
So his daughters began to create
Stories of incredible power.
Stories of magic,
Power,
Dreams.
All using the dolls that their father made.
But those dolls were not ordinary.
They were enchanted
By the spirit of their mother
Who was a fortune teller.
But that, of course, they did not know.
So the tales they spun using the dolls
Became incredible adventures elsewhere.
Where is elsewhere, you ask?
Well, if I told you,
It’s wouldn’t be a secret anymore,
Would it?
by AsakoBunny In My HeadI wish I had the words
to help you understand
that anxiety is more than the current situation
that when I said I was always afraid
and you said that I didn't need to be
that you're not seeing the whole picture
because fear is often more than the present
it is the past and the future as well
and if you could try to understand
that it's the double take in the rearview mirror
when you think you see somebody you don't want to see
the pounding heart and faintness that overwhelms you
the incomprehensible panic that fills you
and you try to run
to flee
to get away
swallowed up by the earth
or just a flashback
and I hear each second pass
and wonder when my past will reappear
and try to take me back
as the nightmares grow in temper
and I wake thrashing
confused
disoriented
unsure of where I am or if I am still safe
and if only you understood
the feelings of inadequacy
of insecurity
of not being enough
when I know I need to be more
to be better
but I don't know how anymore
and I can't explain it
by HopelessLonging

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Dear PersonDear Person,
Whenever you're sad,
Don't be alone.
Dear Person,
Don't call yourself
A burden
When you're sad.
Dear Person,
Don't wish that
You didn't have friends.
Dear Person
Don't bottle up
Your emotions.
Dear Person,
Don't cry alone.
Dear Person,
Don't outcast yourself.
Dear Person,
The little things do matter.
Dear Person,
We're all flaws.
Dear Person,
Don't hurt yourself.
Don't Person,
We're all mistakes.
Dear Person,
Don't judge yourself.
Dear Person,
It's okay to hate yourself
To get better.
Dear Person,
I love you.
Dear Me.
Please read this
When you're sad.
by Silencedbook9 Ice StormBefore I knew of being
I sought the easy gladness
of working in the yard
I put on leather gloves
and fed my fingers to the cold
I spent hours arranging wounds of a willow
bowed and dismembered from radials of weighty ice
I dreamt in the belly of winters
of the slow advance of our separation
all in naked sight of the epitaph of the universe.
After I knew of being
I still do these things.
by thetaoofchaos Dear DeathI sink my knees
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
ham-handedly chopped
And I think about
how when I die
I hope people leave no flowers
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
by Tangled-Tales Ear(drums)Ear(drums)
 
 “silence is a (needed) serenity
      
            but the music brings me home again”


The clank-clicking, pen-pattering, the beat of it,
Only the perfection of flawless instrumentation,
Leave lyrics of moot matter to me.
 


Just let the rhythm hit ‘em,
And the synths carry thee to my safe haven.
The beauty of music leaves dreams lucid,
Visions serendipitous,

I never knew that music could take me to this place.
Where I lay in my bed,
But still not quite in the perfect space.
Until a flawless concoction of rhythmi
by chromeantennae PutrefactionCurrents run flawlessly through damaged veins
Electroshock therapy to blackened vice stains.
Jump start my dead heart, akin to a battery in a car.
Alive, upright, broken and on my way to the bar.
Need a six pack consultation, whiskey communication.
My life's water, fuels this corpse, Mary Reilly amputation.

Strained vision, peering through bloodshot eyes
Sleep deprivation combined with opiate induced coma
Like a dark harbinger, warning me of the ailment to come
I regurgitate all the night’s endeavors onto a silver platter
Presenting it to any audience of penguin suits and nylon leggings
Like a stray in an alley awaiting the day’s garbage to be thrown out
And they swallow it down my bitter musings
Like a circus full of non-thought producing clowns.
I've played ring masters and still they've came calling
In their blue blooded bodies full of acrid lacewings
Ready to devour my humble beginnings, as if their mouths
Were not already polluted with silvers and gold.

Lik
by royalocean The NecklaceCliché Hallmark cards
Always start the waterworks.
Even at crowded restaurants.
To know.... it's a piece,
Of my Mommy Jean
Shaking, beaming, crying
As that slim white gold clasp
click... for the first time.
A feather's weight
Instantly at home on my collarbone.
***Fast-forward***

Hiccup-sobbing
Slit-eyes red and swollen
That pendant-spot between my breasts
Scratched and red
From shaking hands,
Grasping for anything to ground me.
Tremblingly closing that slim white gold clasp
click echoing with tears
***Fast-forward***
Heaving my duffel up my steps
And down the hallway,
To my last door on the right
Dropping it and a gasp
Hands immediately undoing
the circular clasp at my neck
Frantically grabbing the chain on my dresser
Breathing slowing as the heavier chain,
But lighter pendant comes to a rest
click and my breathing becomes regular
Sighing as I flop into bed.    Home.
***Fast-forward***
Sighing nervously,
Self-co
by WeirdAndLovely

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Cloud Mountains by umbrellas-and-coats by umbrellas-and-coats The Christmas Star by AgilePhotography by AgilePhotography Liptovska Mara by emahabarova by emahabarova Rainbow Cake #2 by MusicNeverStops474 by MusicNeverStops474 eternity by vally5 by vally5 Dark Side of the Moon by elenataco by elenataco

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7 by Zerda-Fox by Zerda-Fox Alternative Origins by kparks by kparks Fancy Butterfly Bangle by polarpoisson by polarpoisson In Awe by MarshallLipp by MarshallLipp The last rays by Wolfling01 by Wolfling01 Dream In Paris by Purple20 by Purple20

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The Sleepy Mountains by MaximeDaviron by MaximeDaviron Scotland - Ruins of Urquhart Castle by pingallery by pingallery Nacht by Nelleke by Nelleke the old, the new ,the ordinary by jyoujo by jyoujo Happy Beans by mavigozlum by mavigozlum Visitor by Bojkovski by Bojkovski

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Rogue Pinup by Chriswerx by Chriswerx Horse lineart_59 by LadyX-LT by LadyX-LT Highland cow1 by carlconway by carlconway Nebula by redninetails by redninetails Magnolias by Not-On-Boats by Not-On-Boats :thumb423578485: by Paramotion13

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Phoenix by liyart by liyart Prepare to Die by sixfrid by sixfrid Tangled Emotions by Essilou-Art by Essilou-Art Majestic by artigirl by artigirl Ponyo by Phatpuppyart-Studios by Phatpuppyart-Studios fingerpainting #1 by agitpop by agitpop

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Black Stag by hellcorpceo by hellcorpceo Last of the Crabs by ChaosFissure by ChaosFissure BLACK FISH by CrazyAsian1 by :CrazyAsian1: Farewell by MLeth by MLeth Harley Quinn Asylum by Elias-Chatzoudis by Elias-Chatzoudis Saving memories by eviaan-art by eviaan-art

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Predator by Remiokami by Remiokami Tree by Skirill by Skirill Evanescence by Sori1916 by Sori1916 Malekith, The Last Aetherbender by shinylugiagirl by shinylugiagirl Portfolio Project 1 by Kazimerus by Kazimerus Green Man by IntuitionStudio by IntuitionStudio

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Possession 03 - Hope by noiaillustration by noiaillustration Bouquinist in Notre Dame Paris by ricardomassucatto by :devricardomassucato: Daenerys by DanielGovar by DanielGovar dragon by Yogh-Art by Yogh-Art Quiet Paws by Face-Reality by Face-Reality Warm breath of summer wind by Mishelangello by Mishelangello

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Mythic Himalayan Creature Design by Exileden by Exileden The Sane Hatter by visaga by visaga SANTA MUERTE by oldSkullLovebyMW by oldSkullLovebyMW Dreams by iniZny by iniZny not-so-adorable panda by E-a-s-y by E-a-s-y Harmony by RenePolumorfous by RenePolumorfous

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Dusk Raven - Leather Wing Necklace by windfalcon by windfalcon ULZEPTORH DRAHARIS ( dragon's eye ) by LUNARIEEN by LUNARIEEN The Old wise Owl by FoldedWilderness by FoldedWilderness

The Iron Throne by I-am-Ginger-Pops by I-am-Ginger-Pops Black Walnut Dragon On Flute by 5Happy5 by 5Happy5 Peacock by AtinaP by AtinaP

  • Mood: Lonely
  • Listening to: Shinedown/Five Finger Death Punch
  • Reading: The Lord Of The Rings
  • Watching: Game Of Thrones/Doctor Who
  • Eating: Noodles (Again)
  • Drinking: Coffee

TheWritersCompendium

Recently I decided to form a new group devoted only to literature and helping fellow writers develop their writing skills, widen the selection of literature available to them, and enable a safe environment to enter contests, prompts and various new features.

It's going to take me a week or so to get the group up and running. I expect to open the group during the first week of the New Year.

More information will follow during the next fortnight.

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Like1guy Apr 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
It's a shame to see your activity decline.  You're probably the best writer I know on here.  In fact, you ought to start looking into more ambitious goals than king of dA. You could probably be published.  Your poetry is gold.
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NemoX7 Apr 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I know, but my activity will improve again soon. I'm currently in the process of writing up new material which I'll be submitting as soon they're complete. Sometimes a hiatus can refresh my imagination and lead to new ideas. Most of my free time has been spent on furthering my chances of securing a job since I'm nearly 25 and I really need employment before then. Thanks by the way, first time I've been referred to as king of da hahaha, quite humbling that.
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Flarimar Mar 12, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much for the llama and the fave!
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StarlightShoals Mar 7, 2014  Student Writer
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! :happybounce::squee::party:
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randomcatsrfuntolove Mar 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday! 
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