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The Solace, The Solitude by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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The Solace, The Solitude

Won't let the monsters carry my time A moment free to touch the sublime In the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm and rhyme Of the church bells swinging and the buzzing Flies. I am a planet drifting around The satellites and starlights abound In the solace, the solitude of sound My fists are useless, My feet are on the Ground. The ground, Instead of solace what have I seen? The people crush and crash into me The bulldozing steamrolled cement streets And the forest and stream do not Agree With me. And here am I, a bug on a stone, The streetlight glinting off of my home By the water, the water, the water and foam, Pretty shall

Apathy by Unaccompanied-me, literature

Acorns for Existentialism by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Acorns for Existentialism

I. Thought, Panic, and Prayer Everything abstract can be killed and can kill. Future, He is a murderer and Medusa, he is dread is love is constant. Self, he devours and holds and releases, he has no/all mutability is all we have. God sees ambidirectionally the absurd clock he designed the titles of things which disguise themselves behind titles. It's combusting damnittohell and I can't there is nothing that won't change my surroundings mutilate themselves mutilate me just let me have the wheel the pen I need to write my own story I need to transmute a song there is only me only me

Struggles by Unaccompanied-me, literature

Whitewashed by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Whitewashed

Iron Man, O Iron man You're a garbage disposal You're an in-sink-erator so just eat it all up, yeah, you're down on your luck you're not here It's too quiet. Yeah, eat it all up and sort it in files all the rubbery smiles and guillotine guiles they're all there, you're not here. Security camera eyes Whitewashed and wallish disguise Taking in filth and spitting out grime avoiding the glances by checking the time it's all soundproof glass.... Iron man, O Iron man You're a glitch in the system you're a natural error so of course you're the aim of a blasphemous game that's called here it's called now. Your photorecept

Life on a Minefield by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Life on a Minefield

I'm throwing the pebbles at the back window prison bars static-electric shocks in my iris blacks in my eyes rust hacksawn paper/iron prison bars black hole somethings going somewhere somewheres holding somethings just condense, condense condense me to a crystal with the cracks the spider cracks the limbs divided, coruscant, dead, leaden... easy going break me up radio accretion at a forked cliff breaking the body and blood bashing the brains of this 60 mph. wind stroke like the synagogue, laugh like the Solomon. Everything's a trap And I'm uncondensing here it's that I'm dise

The Familiar Scent of Nintendo by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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The Familiar Scent of Nintendo

There is nothing nostalgic about Calculus. Nothing like Super Mario 64. You don't get a power star for solving a derivative, quotients yield no coins (limits may be Vanish caps, however; limits of reality, sight, the arching plot over / x-1) It's a little depressing that solving a problem must be its own reward. But I'm watching a little more carefully now and the desks are rearranging themselves into primary-colored platforms, rotating verandas, metallic worlds where size is no fixed quantity, water bottles become toadstools or oceans, staying afloat on mere books, paper and inkful!

Lullaby. by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Lullaby.

Close My beloved your gelatin lids, unbind the strings of your orchestra heart, let Vivaldi and Bartok and Pergolesi unplay unfinish their symphonies and undevelop to a single sound. The pompeiis of the world mean nothing here. Your eruptions and disasters unvomit their winds and ashes To a lake like glass. like Love immersing. Falsehood warheads dis s i p a t e around your meeting lashes and you curl inside yourself, live, in a beauteous unperturbed Chrysalis.

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Apathy by Unaccompanied-me, literature

Acorns for Existentialism by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Acorns for Existentialism

Struggles by Unaccompanied-me, literature

Whitewashed by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Whitewashed

Life on a Minefield by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Life on a Minefield

The Familiar Scent of Nintendo by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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The Familiar Scent of Nintendo

Lullaby. by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Lullaby.

Flame by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Flame

I should have known how little it takes to (a spark, perhaps, a small jewel; filament just the pretty things in her eyes few words look unlook listen unvoice grin) magnetize all our scattered polarities our westnorths and eastsouths flying so naturally truenorthly truelovely truelively together.

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All Men Are Created Equal by RockerByBaby, literature

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All Men Are Created Equal

I knew this man from Florida with a bright parrot he sort of trained to talk. He had to use his lung’s horse power to wander the city or stroll the block. My brother found him lying face down in his wheelchair in the sea with stingrays and electric eels. What a shame no one will know how he felt or died. What a waste of life. I met this man in Tennessee who had nothing to eat so had to swallow his force-fed pride in public. They made him write ‘WILL WORK FOR FOOD’ one-thousand times. My Mother found him, face pressed to my jacket, leaning on my shoulder. She cried a river of backward currents. What an hon

Making Silence by b1gfan, literature

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Making Silence

making silence but if it’s different here – in these lines – not wrong exactly, but the sky less graveled by clouds or one man standing beside the tree instead of three gathering to work the jaws of their hands in muscular conversation – if the windows watch from between phrases, not as short of breath from squeezing in all they can of the street skipping along under cars and the season’s first rain – if I change the odd detail or two, trimming the more of that to add the less of this, allowing your eyes’ rummaging to find a hoped for touch of sun in the never-sad air – if I change it to b

Homunculus, pt 2 by intimachine, literature

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Homunculus, pt 2

The acrimony: the unclean, and the uninformed will tell you what you know, what you don't. what you have, what you won't. So tell me, what good is holding on when you know they're letting go on the other end? that rope will slip right through your hands and fall into that endless pit, but you're still not letting go? no, you still cling on to hope. [brain lapse;]

Overcome by b1gfan, literature

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Overcome

Overcome It is a moment without metaphor, without the elegance of ambiguity. What happens does not signify anything, does not borrow the body of what it is to create the soul of what it is; it does not lend itself out to betoken other things. These are seconds without such generosity. It is not a moment of young onions grown tender for the harvest, or persimmons frosted over by the sugars of age. There are no solemn rail cars rusting into poignancy. There is only a young black man who is only a young black man bullied by the sting of insult and indignity too great, his proud mouth burnt by wrath as he careens down the sidewal

feed. by le-robot, literature

Incredible Love by tragicomplexity, literature

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Incredible Love

Make way for incredible love! There’s no time, no room for delusions of grand-you We all know if there weren’t a morsel for sup Every mortal would eat everyone else in the room Make way for incredible love! No more or less exalted a point self-ratiocinated could I stress Take it as you see it but take it or leave it It can turn straw into gold and an I.B.S. espresso into imaginary organ donored sex Make way for incredible love! It’s paparazzi fronting confetti kerplunking matrimony may feel to the lay-lover like dewy drops of acid rain There’s no time, no room for delusions of grand-you love me not Anyone can re

Rocks by b1gfan, literature

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Rocks

These are the words meaning nothing, the words for saying that I mean nothing, the words that mean I am a chimp who grunts words, banging rock on rock, distracted by the sound of rocks, unaware of what separates papaya from metaphor, papaya from metaphor, sweet reddish-yellow pulp from metaphor. These are the terms for all the things I don’t know about myself and you and Walter, get down! WALTER! Ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa; nonono WALTER ((WHUMP)) GET UP! (Run home to the) meaningless words, firing like pistons, driven pink by sensation and starving for context, not connecting with other words to do their damage, not fus

Ugly Turtles by Drazzeltiger, literature

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Ugly Turtles

Once upon a time there was an ugly turtle. She had a very low self-esteem so when she asked others how she looked; they told her she was very beautiful. She was pleased but never grew vain. Word spread that there was a turtle more beautiful than the stars themselves in reference to the ugly turtle and turtles came from all over the lands to catch a glimpse of her. Now, this turtle may have been ugly but she wasn't stupid. Although she thought she was pretty, she knew she wasn't as beautiful as it had been rumored. So, when all the turtle suitors came to woo her, she hid her face up in veils, saying that she would only show her bea

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Acorns for Existentialism by Unaccompanied-me, literature

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Acorns for Existentialism

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: A certain Midwestern Metropolis...
Favourite genre of music: Classical, Alternative
Operating System: Mac. So much simpler and less virused...
MP3 player of choice: iPod with lots of memory. I treasure it. I would lose so much music if I lost it.

Favourite Visual Artist

Well, that's vague. Dali never disappoints, though.

Favourite Movies

Adaptation

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Radiohead, Cursive, Björk, The Dresden Dolls, The Mars Volta...Favorite depends.

Favourite Writers

e.e. cummings

Tools of the Trade

My mind, my heart, my voice, and my experience.

Other Interests

Playing, singing, listening to , and writing music. Also poetry, and the occasional prose.

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Unaccompanied-me

Jan 27, 2010

Devious Journal Entry

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Why hello there. Hopefully I'll be here a little more now.  I've been inspired recently, and all that Jazz, so we'll see how things progress from there. College life is wonderful, freeing, and happier. ~writeaway (https://www.deviantart.com/writeaway):iconpoetryplease::iconthe-literati::iconthe-last-stanza::iconinked-page:

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Unaccompanied-me

Oct 9, 2008

Holy Laziness, Batman!

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Okay, so homework and rehearsals and NOT sleep have really been bogging me down lately.... so I've only had time to just respond to comments on here and, if feeling ambitious, post the occasional poem.  In short, my deviantwatch/Activity areas on my notifications are OUT OF CONTROL!!!! So I'm using this journal firstly to heartily thank all you who have faved, collected, or watched me in these past couple weeks, your kindness is very appreciated, and also t apologize for not reading the deviations of others.  This is a great source of guilt to me.  There are about 272 that I haven't seen. Thanks and sorry, depending on who you are! :iconwr

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Unaccompanied-me

Sep 26, 2008

cop-out.

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Yup, so....... my other journal was outdated.  And I'm too busy to enter anything satisfactory to replace it.  You're gonna have to settle. ~writeaway (https://www.deviantart.com/writeaway):iconpoetryplease::iconthe-literati::iconthe-last-stanza::iconinked-page:

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MercurianKittyCat

Nov 14, 2010

Your lack of updates disappoints me. I AM judging you, starting...now.

MercurianKittyCat

May 1, 2010

Hey, are you going to make it to the show some time this weekend??
Oh, P.S. your mom told me to ask you about conservatories and auditions for places you auditioned at...she seems to think I'd do well in musical theatre haha

Hi!

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Unaccompanied-me

Jan 23, 2010

Excellently! How about you! Anything exciting going on?

MercurianKittyCat

Jan 24, 2010

I'm fabulous. We took 4th in finals last weekend at Gretna and tonight at Millard West, and the icing on the cake? We beat GISH and were up against Free Spirit, ATSC, and Lewis Corp. Amazing. You have GOT to see the full show.