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Patches

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Wounded Eagle by Patches363, literature

The Rose by Patches363, literature

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The Rose

Roses are red cuz of all the blood that’s been shed trying to hold on to their beauty. And perhaps you prescribe to that Under medicated state of mind that brings those thoughts to bear. I know what it’s like to bleed the rose red. Life’s hard, so listen up. I won’t go down with the, world I won’t go down with the, economy I won’t go down with, all that’s conspiring against me. The waves and thralls of a mother’s sadness, the madness in my father’s work ethic, the unrelenting fits of self-discrimination, Also known as the segregation of happiness from my world. But I won’t fall d

Lust by Patches363, literature

Angelfish and Dove by Patches363, literature

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Angelfish and Dove

I'd throw away the sky and dismantle every trace of flight, To discover what I’ve been missing in the distance between the Angelfish and Dove. When the Angelfish goes home, for a familiar breather in the sun soaked sea, she leaves love a lingering and longing in the Dove’s coo. She can’t see, nor can he the distance ‘tween the stars and sea, until the Dove Damns his wings and wishes he could swim. For what distinguishes the two – soaring and swimming – I’d relinquish one for the other to be with her. My wish upon a wishing star, is to drown the world insofar as the sea becomes the sky. Th

A Night to Remember by Patches363, literature

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A Night to Remember

Minor resonance melts to major joy. The crowd overwhelms piercing concert noise with screams of adoration and worship for the gods on stage, as they indulge in worldly bliss. There’s Jack over there, so drunk he thinks he’s in heavy metal heaven, and the poor girl who pays for it with a black eye. Goliath’s up front blocking the view, and the crowd sways to the folk country jam. Blinding lights shine from nowhere and everywhere as the accordion begins to belt. Everyone’s alive at last. Ripples become waves, waves foreshadow thunder and thunder reigns from our holy guests Bass beats out notes that shake the s

I am by Patches363, literature

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I am

I'm the one who broke your heart . . . Oh excuse me, I should introduce myself: I am pain, unseen scars and open wounds wretched shards of the mind so sad, I am sadness, tear stains on pillowcases melancholy songs on the radio, so dark, I am darkness, I kidnapped happiness, and stowed him away for another day, looks like tonight it'll be lonely so afraid, I am fear, the paranoid mother, overprotecting while disconnecting from the world. how ironic, I am Irony, the final say in all things real, your brother and mine, . . .

Mama's lost her mind by Patches363, literature

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Mama's lost her mind

Mama's lost her mind. Can't blame dad, he's gone. The grave's a walkin', as she's a talkin', To the stalkin' spirit of the dead. She ain't bad, or at least she doesn't mean The thoughts she thinks, the tears she cries, for what she's gona do. Can't see but hear, can't know but feel: tremors behind closed doors at night. Mama, you gotta wake up, Please Dad used to hold her up, when she'd slash herself down, but he's gone now so mama contemplates tomorrow, her sorrow, and mine. Time tick-tocks and rots away her soul, as she tries harder to cry, with each lamenting second. with every stroke she's broke, and I go with her.

The Perfect Summer Day by Patches363, literature

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The Perfect Summer Day

Emily Peace gently rippling on the driftwood shore, and the rustling song in the forest breeze, as the world meanders on in the distance. It’s what I see In your river shade eyes. Yours is the soothing click-clack cadence of a sailboat running down waves. Lost in the perfection of a late summer’s caress. Airs tussle to and fro nowhere to go, no particular reason, and the world stands still. The sparkles shimmering ‘cross the water, heavenly stars on the sea they mesmerize, they fantasize. As I recall the sun’s reflection in your stare. Raw nature, raw unbridled emotion, the conviction like a perfect rhythm

Bon Anniversaire by Patches363, literature

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Bon Anniversaire

Arrival is – sweet nectar, candy, relief, hope, joy, amusement, beauty. Life – journey spent riding the winds of time. Updrafts, torrents, tranquility, we’ve seen it all. Perfect storms, beautiful sunset to sunrise, and now you’re here. Sift through memories, endless flowering fields. Have you seen a perfect blossom? No? Not yet? Perhaps? I see one blooming before my eyes. Life is slow, and yet too fast. Already sixteen I see, slow down for the roses, they enjoy your company, a perfect match. You’re here, Summer of untapped joy awaits, Chaos has passed, fog given way to daylight, and what a beautiful

Ah . . . to be 16 by Patches363, literature

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Ah . . . to be 16

16 . . . Years to grow Once the sky was blue just because and we could fly with birds to palaces atop the clouds returning just in time for dinner. Simple nursery rhyme songs, Off key tunes seemed melodic masterpieces, and life was simple. Time nurtures the heart, body, and soul, experience tempers the mind. Innocence ages with us until we seem to find we’ve grown into something greater. We mature into great people, and a great person you’ve become. 16 . . . Years to feel The warm embrace of summer’s sun, Toothaches from to many sweets, The sand between your toes on a sun set perfect b

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Let Your Troubles Roll By by Patches363, literature

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Let Your Troubles Roll By

Always gazing forwards, Always racing ahead. Begging for tomorrow's answers Rather than asking what's here today. Throwing away problems, Wishing they'll leave me at peace But they never cease finding me. In sheltered sleep and nightmare, My love struck broken heart. Solace comes and goes, Like caressing Wind or Ocean's crystal tide, But Rain eventually wavers back Or sometimes the Tsunami, It drowns in a Flood of sorrow Perhaps instead of looking to tomorrow or today, Seeing night where day should shine, Simply look up for answers. Not to god or the stars, Look no further than the Sky, The endless majestic Sky. Just a

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Night Magic by skulblaka99, literature

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Night Magic

Night-magic To my left I see trees; To my right, the light of a city ever-bright. Behind my see nothing; Before me, houses not yet alight in the embrace of the night. But the magic lies above me in the deep blue sky in the stars ever-shining, ever-dying. In the knowledge that you see the same starlight the same magic night. That you feel the same flutter in your heart the same catch in your throat. That you love me, and I, you, until the stars flee from night and take with them their light.

Tattoo by Jade-Pandora, literature

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Tattoo

the sinus drip of stifling air and grimy windows as we sip on humidity, no names allowed, anonymous in its sin hidden in a truck stop bathroom, the heat, the sweat— flies are sucked down a drain, his skin gives off the smell of a tattoo and I recognize this puma is no ink blot, a thimble-full burns my eyes— I bare my teeth, to have him here right now, a cracked mirror fractures the image showing the act multiple times, as more than one of him. I don't care at this moment when he presses my back to the floor and I'm just as wet

Jumping trains by Felix-Forever, literature

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Jumping trains

gets jam in his peanut butter unintentionally at every use. doesn't mean a thing, he just needs to be more careful. 'you need to be more careful,' we'd tell him. but some things just don't sink. other things do sink, though. like boats. one good example would be the titanic. lord knows i'm a righteous man. blameless in his eyes, for the most part. but he's pissed 'cause i keep sticking my nose into shit that don't concern me like air pollution and sewage. dumpsters in the slums of new york city. i'm quite rustic in terms of knowing right and wrong, and what's whole from half. but jumping trains never was a problem because i

let it beat by puppydawgkilla, literature

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let it beat

you look cute when you sleep. i smell your confused hair on which you only use shampoo, and i can see some sort of halo glowing around your head your body is small and so is your voice. i have no choice when my heart starts hurting from pumping so hard. my heart starts beating faster and i want to tell you that i'm just going to have to let it beat. for saying "i love you" and meaning it like i do is the worst possible thing i can imagine.

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A Night to Remember by Patches363, literature

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A Night to Remember

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Anywhere but here.
Favourite genre of music: Indie Rock
Operating System: windows XP
MP3 player of choice: i-pod (of course)
Skin of choice: the skin i'm in
Personal Quote: "Holy Cow"

Favourite Movies

Spider Man <3

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

still Carbon Leaf

Favourite Games

Mass Effect

Favourite Gaming Platform

X-Box 360

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poetry, music, flying

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Patches363

Jun 26, 2008

Spring Cleaning -- Summer eviction notice

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Well hello all.  As you can plainly see I've given up here.  What may be less obvious is that I've created a new account, one shaded in anonymity and freedom of expression.  I invite any who would like to watch my at my new account to do so here http://deadpoet363.deviantart.com/.  I must attach a warning however, that I will not temper my pen or my emotions because any particular person choses to watch me there.  You may find poetry or spoken word pieces about you, and they may not be in the cheeriest of spirits either if you catch my drift.  I will not repost any of my pieces from here there.  Even in love we feel pain, in joy the seeds of

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Patches363

May 3, 2008

Devious Journal Entry

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Happiness as we know it is a very fickle thing, like the weather.  Very few know true happiness, and I am certainly not among them.  How I long for the lake of tranquility.

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Patches363

Mar 30, 2008

Caught up in life.

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I haven't been around much, chances are I won't be for quite a while, at least until after AP's and college stuff, if not until the summer.  Sorry, just thought I'd let those who care know.

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Jade-Pandora

May 30, 2008

Hi Patches

Thank you for fav'ing my poem,

"Tattoo" [link]

i'm so glad you liked it

puppydawgkilla

May 28, 2008

You are most certainly and truly a sweetheart.

007-WriteOff

Apr 29, 2008

I see that you requested a watch from Write-Off. I hope you enjoy our writers! If you intend to become a member, however, you will need to make a new account with 007 in the name and request a watch from us on that account as well.

Happy writing.

Thanks for the fav!

Thank you for the fav!