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Whimsical Notations
Whimsical notations
Process in past tense
Manifest in quotation
“I loved you”
“I let you go”
Regrets regrets regrets
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cAMP Inhibition
cAMP inhibition, gut ambitions surface (as)
Weary nostalgia (creates)
Insomniac condition (manifests)
Emerging renditions of manic expression (force)
Open my soul to my mind...
(weary weary weary, what makes me so sad and dreary?)
And my mind tries to ignore (ignore ignore, forget!)
What else can be done when your soul disregards (how can I forget?)
The past and its consequence (I can't forget...)
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Lethargic Leaves
Imagine a musty darkened world, rotting leaves spread every which way. Knee deep, I wade through the decay, mind clogged, heart weary, soul heavy. All I want is a taste of fresh air. Every breath brings in the stink of death, and I’m tired of it. I’ve grown lethargic, and this landscape is only the reflection of my mind.
You’re voice rings in my head, and all I can hear is your soft tones. All I want is you. Looking down at my feet, I see a glisten through the decay, and at that moment I know. Break through the lethargy and I’ll find your beautiful face. Long forgotten energy starts to flow through my veins, and I see possibility once again.
I raise my hand, fingers clenched into a fist, and up from above comes a comforting shadow. Above me is a giant fist, a mirror image, an immense doppelganger. For the first time in a long time, a smile crawls up my face.
Fist to floor, fingers extend, and the doppelganger follows. Flesh touches leaves, and then they fly. 
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Mature content
Resentment :iconempathyflux:EmpathyFlux 0 5
My Reason
The earth which was once full of life, excitement, and bright colors seems to have lost its core, it reeks of lack luster, an eyesore and cold to the touch; perhaps in the fury of expression the human race spread its wings too fast, too furiously, forgetting that the wings were not their own but a gift from heaven, manna from the gods, which were given to them on good faith, with the hope that these simple creatures could arise to clandestine heights, unfettered by the clutches of inferior intelligence, yet the gods did not realize the mistake they had made, for with this intelligence came the fucked up belief that mankind was doomed to fail, that sooner or later hatred, greed or jealousy would catch up and screw everyone over, hell if not those of malicious intent, then sheer circumstance would get in the way, thwarting man from ever reaching its height, for man had indeed forgotten that life itself is a precious gift and small moments of happiness should be held ideal, because if tho
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Cold Toes
He said,
"May I be so bold as to inquire,
What it is that you require?"
Now... This man I do admire,
Who so boldly inquires
What my heart desires.
I'd like some socks please! :D
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Ultimate decay of hope. That’s what they call it. They say that life hasn’t been the same since it came about. And they know what they are talking about. Who the fuck is they anyways?
I just call it the fat ass party pooper. Or sometimes Charles. Just Charles. Calling it (well you could say “him”) anything else just seems superfluous. Like that Harry Potter He-who-must-not-be-named-this-is-freakin-long type of deal. Charles here is the shit-stain on a fat man’s panties.
Ew. Gross.
Anyways, Charles is probably liked by most; they call him “Char Char” for short. I know right? “Char Char” is damn retarded. Stupid stupid people. His nick name is fucking longer than his actual. Idiots.
Confused? Explanation. Ok so I lied a bit. I’m the only person that knows Charles for what he really is. (I guess I’d be the “they” then eh?) He’s the party pooping, hope decaying, attention stealing baby. Yeah… a baby.
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Thank You
I try not to judge you
But I know you judge me
And to be honest
I play off like I don’t give a damn
But I do.
I really do.
You mean a lot to me
And I see that now
I used to fight it
Thinking I was alone
But I see you now.
I really do.
I got over myself, and gave you a chance
You came through for me, honestly
And you helped me become more
So much more than I would have been alone
Thank you.
For everything you’ve done, I love you.
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Dev Id 2 Fire by EmpathyFlux Dev Id 2 Fire :iconempathyflux:EmpathyFlux 0 0
The Natural Flow of a Writer
From our minds flow…
… ideas, back to back, again and again. Ideas so fleeting, so voluminous, that trying to catch them all would be futile, but still we try. Our hearts ache, watching these dreams fly by, reaching out to find nothing, constantly wondering what could have been. Finally one falls into our hands, our fingers tingle with anticipation, a purpose, a goal. Perhaps to let others know our story, or maybe just the act of recording in protest of the bitterly short time we are given, to live on past our bodies as something more. At these times anything seems possible, all roads are the ones less taken, and anything can make all the difference, so we grab our pencils…
And from our pencils flow…
… words that we never did imagine, words falling swiftly down the arm, spilling over each other to be imprinted in false timelessness. The force, staggering, the flow unending, uncontrollable, unstoppable and still, unable to quench the thirst, the thirst to go on
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Patience through Pain
The pain
I don’t need to go through this
I could choose another path
But this is what I was born to do
To fight
Everyday more bruises, cuts, and scars
I never stop, never let up
The pain… it’s euphoric
Filling my body, from head to toe
Yet I never lose my focus
It’s a way of life
Hell that’s what the –do means at the end
Once you live it, you can’t go back
Endurance, live through the hits
I lived through the ones before, I’ll live through any that come
The pain is encasing
It takes over, and if you let it will run you
Don’t ignore it
Don’t fight it
Accept it, make it a part of your life
And move on
That’s the trick see
Blows hurt as much as you let them
Fear of the abstract increase the pain of the physical
Don’t fear the pain, accept it
So punch me
Kick me, cut me
I’ll take all you have to give
And then I’ll pay you back ten-fold
Patience is the key
Endure to the limit
Then release
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Search for Home
She walks                   |         He walks
alone                          |         alone
forever seeking          |         never needing
a home.                      |         a home.
She's gone from here |         Hes been there
to there                      |  &
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Bitter Goodbye
A smile on my lips
A tear in my eye
My hands on your hips
Oh god don’t cry
I have to stay strong
You're breaking at your base
I know this is wrong
Your losing your grace…
I can see it in your face.
Your hands grip me tight
Putting up a fight
Trying to make this right
Oh my love, my love…
This is goodbye…
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From the Departed
Lament young one, cry for your loss.
Run away little one, go find your precious mum.
I? I will not cry. I will not run.
I have done my share, so flee, child, be gone.
Live in bliss, ignorant to truth
One day you will know pain
One day you will know love
And you will never be the same
Dance young one, bask in all that you have
Laugh little one, you know not…
I? I danced and danced, now my legs have grown weary
I laughed, oh! How I laughed! Yet you would not understand.
Be excited! There is much yet to come
Feelings you would never expect
Realities you could never dream
And after the pain
After the love
You will know me, and we will be as one
And together we will laugh!
Oh how joyful it will be!
For we will have known pain, and through it we became stronger
And together we will dance!
Dance till we cannot stand
For we will have known love, and how can one know something so pure and not dance?
While you laugh, I will cry
Cry for your joy, for your happiness
While you da
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Who, indeed, are you?
Dreaming while I’m awake
You follow in their wake
Who are you?
To be honest I am quite okay
Going on day by day
Being alone is not so bad
I have friends to keep me glad
Still I ponder
While you tear my heart asunder
Who, indeed, are you?
Not a body, not a face
Just an imprint of grace
You ice cold lich
Hoodwinking me, you witch
You crazy crazy bitch,
Who the hell are you?
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Last Night at Tech
My last night at Tech, at least for this year. As I lay in bed I thought of everything that had happened this year and realized I was not quite ready to have it end. So I decided to take a walk. I went to DX with the intention of grabbing some food and eating it in some dark corner of the drill field. Unfortunately for me, I forgot about all of those people who love to get drunk on campus. The drill field, though mostly empty, was not the quite place I wanted to be in, so I continued to walk. Eventually I reached the pyramids of the engineering building outside of Johnston, and there I sat nursing my chicken. The silver rays of moonlight flashed through the clouds, reflecting off of the glass pyramids. I could see a few late night kids still hard at work in the windows of the science/engineering hall.  As I sat there munching on chicken, my mind wandered toward the metaphysical. Questions like what is life and what is sorrow teased my thoughts. I sat there for quite some time
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     Your remains were found by the highway. First on the scene were the vultures, one was picking at your eyes when I arrived. The silence of your scene was deafening, and I became overwhelmed. Your wounds screamed suicide, my heart echoed regret. I hadn't gotten out of bed since you went missing. You'd broken my heart the last time we spoke.
I got the call at 6am, they wanted me to ID you. Sickening isn't the word, it wasn't you I identified, but a rotting corpse that once held your soul - and incidentally my world. In my heart I guess I believed that the earth would stop spinning, or that everything around me would crumble. When nothing happened, I dropped to my knees and took your hand into mine. I spoke softly to you, something I rarely did. You listened to every word I said, every apology I uttered... Nothing brought you back. No words could make you smile again.
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'The Necklace'
You walk down the street, your hand in your pocket. Feeling the three hundred dollars you just made, no thought except for what you'll do with it all.
Sellout. You deserve what's coming.
The sun's finally calling it a day—it's been one hell of a long one for you—as it lowers itself past the towering buildings. Glowing dimmer while its colors change. Yellows, oranges, reds. Descending into the darker hues of twilight. Deep reds streaking the night sky, like blood on asphalt pouring out endlessly from his side. Slowly soaking the soles of your shoes as you stare in shock…
Your hand reaches for your neck, in order to touch the necklace you wear. The one that you mindlessly count the beads on—all thirty-two of them. The one that your brother was wearing when he woke that morning. The one he'll never wear again.
A few feet ahead, the blaring of a truck’s horn brings you back to the streets, out of your spiraling thoughts. You stop so as to not get run over while at
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Can You Blame Me?
Can you blame me for wanting more, for wanting more then words and sweet talk? To hear a voice at least, I would shout a thousand screams, run a thousand miles for just one word, one sound even a whisper. But I can’t have either,
Ideas are the act of cruelty, to be given a chance of fate then have it taken away in a couple of meaningless sentences. it really shows how bitter the heart is. Life is unbearable sometimes, just when you think everything feels real you’re sadly mistaken when someone stabs your happiness and rips it to shreds.
If people didn’t feel it would be much easier, easier to take rejection to not feel love as it pulses from your heart. Some people say “love hurts” MY GOD they were right. One sided love is worse; it’s more hearting breaking then even feeling love at all. To have it all blown away by a couple of words, words are pathetic and worthless unless you don’t truly mean them. I tell myself most days, why want? Why care? Why be
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A sunny day in the park.  There is a single bench CENTRE  stage.  GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench.  He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe.  He is reading a newspaper.  Enter PETER from the RIGHT.   He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie.  He is carrying a paper bag.  PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him.  He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER.  Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
GOD.  Yes?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God.  Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No.  But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
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In another time,
whenever i lost my way
i had to find it by myself
i was wishing somebody
could come and save me
but nobody ever came
that were the "hard lesson" times
i learned how to get strong by myself
and now i can say
that i'm much more stronger than
I've ever been
I thank to the old me
for the strenght she gave to me
Now i can really trust
not just in my silly self
but in the others aswell
I found a lot of wonderful people
and it's hard to explain
but don't you think that the pain
can show you the way to love?
I treasure my friends so much...
they're all my life's (premio)
Time ago, someone told me
that you gotta learn how to endurance yourself first
and then, when you're conscious of your own value,
begin to experience the feeling of relying in others
You have to feel safe in your own
and then you'll find the real security
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A clean, fresh, wooden pencil draws a line across an immaculate sheet of white paper.
In one brief moment, the hand that's guiding it swerves off-course suddenly.
Now the razor-edged line has a curve marring it.
A mistake.
I am a mistake.
I am the section of that line that veers into the unknown towards nothing.
The world all around me is straight: thin, beautiful, interesting, articulate.
My world.
Encasing its occupants in demands of harsh perfection,
except for that one small, inconsequential fragment of a line that chose difference.
That one glitch in the ruler-monitored mechanism known as life.
It is not my decision to be curved outside the line, same as it is not the hand's decision to flinch abruptly during its task.
My desires?
Do I long for linear shape?
Do I wish to stand in line behind the rest of the world?
Without my ideals?
Without myself?
I do not long for complacency with conformity.
I wish to remain outside the line.
A mistake.
I am a mistake.
Veering into the unkn
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Strength of the heart
Friends are the strength of the heart.
Always there when we feel we will break down.
They are ready to share the burden of problems
or to make us laugh like crazy.
Every day, that friendship seems to get stronger
but the challenges get harder to face.
Family and school make it harder for us
to smile and be carefree.
Even though the challenges are tough
and people may try to seperate us, they will never succeed.
In our hearts, we are ready to make sacrifices for our friends
and we develop such a strong bond that makes diamonds seem as flimsy as paper.
We might fight but we always are willing to stop fighting to understand each other too.
We make mistakes, sure, shit happens
but we need those friends to help us out.
In the end, your friends become your family.
Friends forever....recently that 'forever' seems to be falling to pieces,
well...more like things are changing.
One wants their friends to be happy and to live life to the fullest.
For this reason, I try not to show sadness.
I hide
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Dream A Dream
Sometimes I think I am a flower
Who dreams to be a tree
Wishing she was so much taller
So much greater than what she seems
Her branches could reach up to the stars
Her limbs could flourish into life
Worries of strong winds or running kids
Would disappear with all her strife.
Though the question still lingered:
What lineage would she choose?
Something strong, that's for sure
Perhaps one to inspire an artist's muse?
What of apples, pears, cherries, limes?
She could bear the fruits of any type.
In spring she'd boast hues of most any splendor
In summer, sharing her harvest without a gripe.
Autumn's cold will bring pensive change
For her foliage would begin to fall
Shades of red and orange and gold so pure
All to be destroyed by each and every squall
Crystalline powder would diguise her boughs
As winter's ice began to dominate her world
Fatigue could be felt throughout her bark
And her weakness would be unfurled.
My dreams are dashed all too soon
As a young woman kneels by my side
She inhal
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United States
Current Residence: Blacksburg, VA
Personal Quote: Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.
Time is great yah? More to come!

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<3 cya all good!
  • Listening to: Saul Williams - Grippo
  • Reading: The Stranger


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tocsinphoto Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2014  Professional Photographer
Hey buddy thx for the watch!!!
EHB Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
hey go here [link]
Psychedelic-joi Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2008
I love your new writing! It was so good. Miss you and hope college is going great =D
EHB Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
congrats on 1000 + pageviews, you birthday whore!
EmpathyFlux Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2008
Thanks! Why am I a birthday whore?! I's confused :(
EHB Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
because your age still says 19 on dA!!!
EHB Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
change your age you birthday whore
EHB Featured By Owner May 17, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
empaty flux ...
EHB Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
god i post on your page too much. lol
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