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Only Time by metalwaya, literature

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Only Time

The smoke on the wind carries your name. The whispered sigh of remembrance Of bygone days. I remember the scent of the elder pine and moss, On the day you led me into the forest With the promises of love. Honey, you're wild like the life hidden from sight, That crawls through the leaves and awakens at midnight. Like embers of a fire that never goes out, With the intention to burn the whole world down If given the chance. If given the chance. If only to be given the chance. You weep by the light of the moon, And I, I capture your tears in a bottle For safekeeping or spells, Only time can tell.

Awake from Strange Dreams by metalwaya, literature

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Awake from Strange Dreams

Awake from an acid dream Waiting for the instructor of Cemeteries and dancing; Of discovery of warm progress Panic laced with electric fear. Enter through the screaming Christ. Heaven and Hell and Hope, is just a word. I am made of few rags. Panther skin and stars. I’ll tell you about the storm winds. The great visitation of energy; It’s no problem. Only the ink black darkness of the cavern is left. Take leave, and take lessons In becoming the moon. In roaming and bickering and Lighting matchboxes The beauty of dreams dying at your parents gate. Listen, what’s done to me is Penciled in heaven whilst The groaning o

Ronan Nightshade - Pt 2 by metalwaya, literature

Becoming Icarus by metalwaya, literature

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Becoming Icarus

Falling, you echo your voice caught on the backs of rocks, their sharp fingers extending to arrest you. Too late. Icarus, you've lost your wings and are now damned to living with your feet planted firmly on the ground. But your head can stay in the clouds. Dreamer, eyes of blue but your Soul is on fire, burning with the weight of the sun captured in a god-shaped hole in your chest. Lodged fast like a bullet with no exit wound.

Ronan Nightshade - Pt 1 by metalwaya, literature

Magic by metalwaya, literature

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Magic

Magic drips from your fingertips Pooling like moonlight upon the floor. I could paint your visage in the aftermath, but it wouldn't do you justice. No. I could never do your justice. Throwing shadows with the ghosts of memories. I've got them in abundance. The room is always crowded when I'm alone Cast runes. Cast fires. Cast... Me. Pain is a healer when pain becomes a disease. Life is concentrated into the ebb of spider silk in the breeze, Of dead candle wicks in bare hearts or hands.

The Highway by metalwaya, literature

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The Highway

I. Westbound. I dreamed of you like summer rain Melting into the headlights of this city. II. You were a mirage. And I, a dream. Two illusions that were converging; Into opposite realities. III. Twisting away, Fate had other plans and We burned our bridges for one another. IV. No one said it would be easy. Your Lou Reed cool won’t save you now. Those leathers won’t protect the soul from the highway. Only the skin. Only ever the skin. V. San Francisco fog, Or maybe London. It’s more dense and clings to the skin. Old, like gods, whispering. I’d like to be like the fog. Dissipate with the wind. VI. Will yo

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Only Time by metalwaya, literature

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Only Time

Awake from Strange Dreams by metalwaya, literature

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Awake from Strange Dreams

Ronan Nightshade - Pt 2 by metalwaya, literature

Becoming Icarus by metalwaya, literature

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Becoming Icarus

Ronan Nightshade - Pt 1 by metalwaya, literature

Magic by metalwaya, literature

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Magic

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Monologue.Belladonna. by Cherry9amber, literature

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Monologue.Belladonna.

What's the antidote for belladonna? Pupils like supermassive black holes resting under midnight shade eyelashes. In this room, I rest my head on my right hand, breathing in and out electric fumes, that look like rays of sunshine in the water. I reach my hand to catch them but they dissolve into azure particles of thin air, landing in drops on the corner of your eye. I seem so paralyzed, and so do you. My head is too heavy for my neck. I had a hard time hitting C6 today, and I'm thinking about how, maybe, it doesn't matter and how If I just spread my arms I could probably swim to the ceiling. I take a deep breath and choke on indigo, while I see you turning teal. There's nothing you can do to keep me on the ground. I wish I had the antidote for you, but I don't, and, suddenly, you don't even exist in here with me, and maybe I don't exist, either. The curtains are crashing the floor and I'm hearing the sound of the waves, and count. One, two, three, four. This is how I know I

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Deviantart's Death by caiusaugustus, literature

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Deviantart's Death

Deviantart is dying and the current community proves it. We, who use this for years, build something, meet awesome people and artists, we who spend time and money, now we no longer have the right to complain, otherwise you are called a crybaby by children or by people with pathetic portfolios who tell you to go to another website. The world is cruel, full of stupid people and filled of cowards hiding behind monitors. We live in times where respect, honor and compassion are seen as a joke, a time when a bunch of cowards call themselves badass. This is sad, pathetic and self-destructive. Let's see where this goes. As long as something still exists around here, I think I'll keep trying. Here was a great place, full of stories, with great people who respected each other and who helped me without even knowing it. If you are part of these cowards who simply attack anyone who criticizes the eclipse, just comment here so i can block you. What I would like to say is: Thank you for everything

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 15 years
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Criminal Minds, CSI, Grimm, etc.

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U2, The Doors, Mumford & Sons, RHCPs, Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana, Seether, Bob Dylan, MGMT, etc.

Favourite Books

way too many

Favourite Writers

Jack Kerouac, Jim Morrison

Favourite Games

scrabble

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pencil paper or whatever I can get my hands on

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Film, Music, Environmental/Activism, Guitar, Photography, Travel/Culture, etc.

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metalwaya

Aug 24, 2019

Don't tell me everything's alright

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Too many good lines of lyric in this to quote. If you've not listened to this band yet, go do it. Especially Litost.

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metalwaya

Nov 19, 2015

Circles

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It's a funny thing about muses. You can go for a long time, and be bone-dry creativity wise. Then, something, or someone, happens in your life and it's like, well if clichés can be forgiven; a flower blooming after a long winter. It starts out small, a glimmer of rejuvenation, of possibilities, of new beginnings. Everything sort of goes in a circle. This, shouldn't be as funny as it is. Do we just keep going in circles until we get it right? How do we know when it's right? I guess it's pretty safe to say when we know it's wrong. Maybe that's the point. I guess I'm rambling. Questioning if this account is past the point of rejuvenati

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metalwaya

Nov 25, 2014

Devious Journal Entry

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I don't know how to do anything on here anymore. It's funny how even after years, songs and certain things can remind you of people out of the blue and you sort of get nostalgic for the memories. I have over a thousand messages on here. The hell, man. Sorry if I don't comment on anybody's stuff.