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(In)Variable Constancy by feekmasterson, literature

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(In)Variable Constancy

I'm sitting on the steps again. Thinking about life In a "glass-half-empty" kind of way. But that's nothing new. Nothing new... Change seems a novel concept. At this point, I would welcome it gladly. However catastrophic, However indirect. I would let it cascade over me, Greeting it with a firm handshake And a swift nod. Those thoughts are extinguished. Almost as quickly as they came. The logic in my brain and the clockwork in my heart Shrugs in exasperation at me. However much I may hope, I have no choice but to sneer at myself. Because I'm here again. Right here. Sitting on the steps. Thinking about life...

Footprints in the Snow by feekmasterson, literature

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Footprints in the Snow

A wisp of smoke rises up in front of me. The soft glow of ember, And the heavy, nicotine sigh. It’s cold. I can’t tell if that suits me or not… I look down and see footprints in the snow. They’re mine. I know. I’ve walked this same path so many times. I can see everywhere I’ve been. And everywhere I’ll go. Why change it though? Why should I take a different route When I know every turn that this one will take? Why would I let go of familiar? I cling to this path because I know where it ends. And any change, even for the better, Isn’t worth the risk. If I let go, where would it end? Looking

(I Never Knew It Would Be) The Last Time by feekmasterson, literature

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(I Never Knew It Would Be) The Last Time

I always told myself that I would remember. That I’d remember every little moment, Every seemingly insignificant touch, Every cute little laugh. Every warm heartstring you pulled… I was lying to myself. I didn’t realize it at the time, But I was. If only I had known then… That this was the last time we’d hold hands, The last time I’d make you laugh, The last time you’d fall asleep next to me… I would have made every second count. Taken nothing for granted. Done everything I could to make sure that I remembered The moments like these. Those moments are long gone now. Long lost, long forgott

September by feekmasterson, literature

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September

Summer is coming to its end. The days are getting shorter, Losing their color... I need to get home. Though I must admit, There’s a certain beauty about it. Living in soft-focus; The autumn colors blurring together gently, My not-quite-leaden heart still trying desperately To keep pace with my mind. It’s almost as refreshing as it is bleak. Almost. So I’ll come back to familiar. I’ll come back home. I like it here, you know. However cheerless it is to stay here, However heartrendingly numb it makes me feel, I’ll take this over the terrifying prospect of change, any day. It’s a twisted sort of solace I ge

The Little Things (That We Remember) by feekmasterson, literature

'X' Marks The Spot by feekmasterson, literature

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'X' Marks The Spot

You asked me once, “Do you ever feel alone?” Do you remember my answer? I do. It sounded cliché at the time… God, how true it’s become. You’re always welcome here. I could never say no to you. I couldn’t then. What makes you think I could now? I’ll go through the steps, the motions. I know them by heart now. Routine, routine, routine. But I’m still waiting for you. And I’d give it all up the second you asked me. You won’t ever ask me. Deep down, on some primal level, I know. But knowing something And accepting it Are two very different concepts. And so I’ll wait for

Nihil Ex Nihilo by feekmasterson, literature

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Nihil Ex Nihilo

Nothing comes out but hollow, meaningless nothing. Empty metaphors about birds or boats or stars or trees. A hackneyed emotion, So ubiquitous, So penetratingly absolute, The Universe can’t help but shake His head and laugh. And I can’t help but sigh. Another sleepless night Thrums in my chest. A subtle buzzing at the base of my neck, That doesn’t quite reach my brain, And this permeating apathy, Keep me locked in place. Chains come in all shapes and sizes, it seems. I grasp at words with futility. Thoughts like ghosts, Pale outlines in the dark; Their meanings escaping me at every turn. So it goes, so it goes. Something w

(Winners and) Losers by feekmasterson, literature

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(Winners and) Losers

The words aren’t coming now. No pallid metaphor. No crooked simile. You’ve won. A complete and total victory. Emotionally checkmated an unworthy opponent. The only way I could ever talk to you Was through these words of mine. But you’ve taken them now. They were always going to be yours, I just wanted to give them to you. I was playing for time. And you were playing to win.

Retrospect by feekmasterson, literature

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Retrospect

Something bitter clouds my mind. Some vile, sneaking thing Patrolling my subconscious, Ever watchful for the even the slightest thought of you. It’s hard to see clearly in this haze, This venomous occlusion. Distorting what once were My most treasured memories. I can only see the cliff’s edge now. This chasm between me and you. And the ashes of the last bridge Still smoldering as it lay in ruin in my heart. It’s partly illusion. I know this, of course. I know that I didn’t always feel like this. But that sneaking thing… He has a hold on me. And it’s far easier to embrace him Than to try and salvage my h

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(In)Variable Constancy by feekmasterson, literature

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(In)Variable Constancy

Footprints in the Snow by feekmasterson, literature

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Footprints in the Snow

(I Never Knew It Would Be) The Last Time by feekmasterson, literature

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(I Never Knew It Would Be) The Last Time

September by feekmasterson, literature

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September

The Little Things (That We Remember) by feekmasterson, literature

'X' Marks The Spot by feekmasterson, literature

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'X' Marks The Spot

Nihil Ex Nihilo by feekmasterson, literature

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Nihil Ex Nihilo

(Winners and) Losers by feekmasterson, literature

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(Winners and) Losers

Retrospect by feekmasterson, literature

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Retrospect

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meet, and again by iceeagle11, literature

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meet, and again

6 4 8 2 If only time could return me to you And you And bring me to you too The thing that's most important, We lost it on the way But for an eternity, Good friends, I hope we'll stay Sunshine, daisies, With dark past aside Though you won't admit it, Others do stand by your side. Trust and gust, and a bit of lust I met you first You bonded us Shy genius Dominant fellow You 'proved your worth' Time and time again When you pegged us down, you flashed that mighty grin Lost 'im to a chair I'll never tell where Yet sometimes I'm still there, Reminded of that salty air I got it wrong Those first few days And I apologize, yet again. Still,

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The Smell of the Sound of Rain by iceeagle11, literature

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The Smell of the Sound of Rain

Auburn flecked rain And a cloud filled sky I laughed clear as a bell Yes, I know why For I knew this sky well I It was one free of pain I twirled and I danced And called out again The smell of the color Spun round on my tongue As I heard the clear touch When the evening bell rung For the color of rain Is the same as its smell A Auburn flecked grey I know it quite well

Growing up by Saddening, literature

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Growing up

She used to build bird houses with Daddy, and cry as splinters from the wood poked at her skin. Now she sits there trying to pick out splinters, lodged deep in her heart and seemingly lost in her flesh. She still tries to pull out the splinters left from people years ago, but it just pushes it deeper within the scab. She had chased butterflies with Mommy, and kept them snug in a jar before setting them free. Now she is chasing the past and keeping it trapped inside her skull, but this time she's not letting it escape. She left her memories in that jar, without air holes, and now they're suffocating. Grandmother and her used to cou

They came at night by iceeagle11, literature

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They came at night

They come at night The calls of fright And loneliness Effervescent beings That terrorize No matter what you might Have to say I ate myself And went about without A care Alas Fragmented nightmare Still remain The hour struck two The floor did greet Like an unmet friend Collapsing here On mime own two feet And with a sigh Of pity and self loathing Stretched out to pay The price of righteousness Debt unto the earth They came at night And stole my soul away

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To Conquer by wordsofthewind, literature

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To Conquer

I want to be the one who conquers your fear of dark rooms and closed-in spaces where you think that the shadows against the walls are instead cast by my body sitting on the edge of your bed and you pretend that the claustrophobia filling your lungs is my arms wrapping around your neck I want to be the one who conquers your habits of chain-smoking and intoxication where the tobacco crushed between your teeth becomes the full of my lower lip and the bitter liquor running down your throat is replaced with my laughter against your own I want to be the one who conquers your thoughts to overtake your mind when you least expect where t

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 19
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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There's really not that much to me. I'm an amateur musician, poet, chef, and physicist. Photographer, too, if you count taking pictures with my cellphone. But seriously, I'm a pretty regular guy who just loves art, in all its forms. And this place is one of the most amazing things ever. So many talented people on here, its really incredible. The way people can capture the intangible with a brush or a camera or a pen. It's absolutely amazing. So that's why I'm here, and hopefully to post some of my own stuff, and grow as an artist. I'm not trying to be a professional or anything, but art is one of those things that everyone should nurture. Without art, I don't know what we have.

But enough pouring my heart out. I think that's stuff you all already know. If you wanted to know about me, I suppose I could tell you. I'm 24 and I'm from good ol' America. I love music, and I (try to) play guitar. Also love cooking and science. Oh and movies and video games and stuff too. Speaking of which, if anyone plays Borderlands 2 on 360 and wants someone to pal around with, just let me know.

Favourite Visual Artist

blue period picasso, velazquez, thomas cole, so many others

Favourite Movies

shawshank, anything nolan does, breezy romantic comedies (not kidding), lotr

Favourite TV Shows

house, burn notice, firefly cardinals baseball

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

way too many to list, but a few off the top: fall out boy, metallica, coldplay, boston, tiesto, foo fighters, ratm, tool, blink, the killers

Favourite Books

anything nerdy really. harry potter, lotr, star wars (yeah, there's books)

Favourite Writers

king, gardner, rowling, tolkien, brown, and a lot of other dudes and ladies

Favourite Games

backgammon obviously

Favourite Gaming Platform

snes

Tools of the Trade

for making music: schecter c-1. for writing stuff: old, beat-up laptop. occasionally a pen.

Other Interests

learning new things, cooking, trying new foods, arachnophobia.

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feekmasterson

Oct 11, 2014

10/11/14

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it has been some time, hasnt it? feels like it, and then when i look at the date of my last entry, it feels like even longer. which it has been, i suppose. i, of course, have no excuse for being gone so long. no excuse worth telling you, at any rate. ill leave it at this: life is a really strange thing. i had the urge to write today, which is what spurred me to come back. not that anyone is really still hanging on waiting for me to write another brilliant piece, but you never know. but more than that, i missed the discovery. finding wonderful things on here. i really missed that. free time is something of a premium at the present moment, but

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feekmasterson

Jul 13, 2014

Devious Journal Entry

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wow i really am bad at being here. guess im just bad at a lot of things, but you guys definitely deserve better. anyway, i dont know. im just tired i guess. i dont want to be all depressing and shit (its going to turn out that way anyway), so ill spare you everything thats been going on. suffice to say, things are looking pretty down. i mean real down. but i guess thats no different than how things usually are, so maybe its not all that bad. i miss writing. well, i miss being able to write. its like all those creative feelings, all those wonderful, vivid emotions (even the shitty ones) have turned to ash. theres no inspiration to be had, no

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feekmasterson

Jun 4, 2014

6/4/14

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well its been like a month since i wrote a journal, so why not write one now to let you all know im still alive? well, im totally alive and, well, alive. actually things arent going as bad as they were, so thats good. its weird though, its like when positive things happen, i really dont get a lot of time to be happy about it, since im always wondering when its going to get bad again. thats fucked up, i know, but its just sort of something that happens. but for now, ill try to be (at least marginally) happy. i see you have all been productive, and that makes me really happy to see. even if i cant make anything anymore, its really awesome to s