Heavynova
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Retained
Subject brought back. Ambient thoughts. Lights dimmed. Dimmer. Dimmer still. Grasping at pieces. Scraps, things that were once, and once were; could have beens. Nothingmores. Pulverized. Again and again. It tastes like salt, and fat. Carrying loads of spoons - clenched in the left. Completely stain the serene, with the embellished gloss of bloody plasticine. Close your eyes, and kill for me. I never put you away, and now I'm falling apart. All these voices are someone else’s, and its alright to be sickened. But, keep one hand on the gun, the other one in mine. Let’s kill the man behind the curtain. Inhale. Inhale. Float. It tastes like salt, and fat. Palatable. An agonizing wave from the adrenal glands; warm rushes to the ears. So just listen. Previous words have slipped from me, like a vulture carried them away in its claws. The feelings escape me. All you need is an ear, so just listen. Just feel. Something.
All
1596 deviations
Literature
Retained
Subject brought back. Ambient thoughts. Lights dimmed. Dimmer. Dimmer still. Grasping at pieces. Scraps, things that were once, and once were; could have beens. Nothingmores. Pulverized. Again and again. It tastes like salt, and fat. Carrying loads of spoons - clenched in the left. Completely stain the serene, with the embellished gloss of bloody plasticine. Close your eyes, and kill for me. I never put you away, and now I'm falling apart. All these voices are someone else’s, and its alright to be sickened. But, keep one hand on the gun, the other one in mine. Let’s kill the man behind the curtain. Inhale. Inhale. Float. It tastes like salt, and fat. Palatable. An agonizing wave from the adrenal glands; warm rushes to the ears. So just listen. Previous words have slipped from me, like a vulture carried them away in its claws. The feelings escape me. All you need is an ear, so just listen. Just feel. Something.
Featured
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Heavy Customs
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Fakemon
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Line Art
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Old Fakemon Lines
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Old Fakes
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Contest Fakemon
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Transformers
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Mavericks and Robot Masters
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Random Art
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Pictures and ID's
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Literature
Oiseaux
Graze the coarser blades
A folly only few know all too well
What can and will be decided
If only we were able to see them
Or feel them
Or maybe even be them
Raze the former places
That we once called our homes
Cinders piled high and hungry
If only we were able to quell them
Or join them
Or maybe even feed them
Unrequited dreams
Of laughter and screams
Of slaughter, and it careens
Off the mirror's reflection
In no certain direction
And we wait in silence
In solitude, in violence
And we wait - we wait
To be able to breathe
Or swallow
Or maybe even gasp
Words
423 deviations
Literature
Unfinished Workings
Take a look at the world around you.
Actually take a look, and not just a glance. Things are changing. Things are different than before, and are changing at a break-neck pace.
We as humans never really take the time to stop and think, to stop and look at what we're doing to our surroundings; we never stop and think about what is happening around us on a bigger scale, we only think nuclear. Not nuclear as in war, not nuclear as in atomic, but nuclear as in what we see in our immediate surrounding. We never look at the big picture of it all, and frankly, as humans, we don't really care either. We're creatures of habit, and creatures of dest
Scraps
7 deviations
