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a poem for a terrible boyyou used to smile and promise you'd choke me with pearl necklaces and everlasting joy wrapped into lace, saying you'd tie my wrists up and cover the veins, so no one could ever see the scars.

i'd laugh weakly and whisper how the scars don't matter anymore.

[and i spent the night wondering how you knew about them]

-

we spent nighttime ushering bodyache and musclecramps into our twisted metalspines and our shoulderblades.

maybe you were attracted to helplessness.

maybe that's why you lovedme.

-

we are 15, going on immortal [or maybe extinct, but it doesn't really matter] and you promise how our glassy eyes will stay whole long after our
If You ForgetIf you decide to forget me,
I wouldn't be able to forget you.
Surely, I would lash out in a fit of blind rage,
Wondering how this could be true.

If you decide to forget me,
I'd weep at the reality of losing you.
Drowning in a sea of endless misery,
I couldn't fathom how you could be so cruel.

If you decide to forget me,
And cast your memories away,
Believing that things are better off this way,
Although I will be a shell void of reason,
Emotions scattered like leaves in autumn season,
If you decide to forget me,
I will always love you.
The Bus StopSnowflakes drifted through the air, illuminated and turned gold by a whining streetlight. In the glow, a man stood and gazed up at the sky. He wore a black toque and ski jacket, hands stuffed into his pockets to stay warm. The street he currently occupied was asleep, the houses silent with their darkened windows. Briefly, the man wondered how long he'd been standing there, then decided it really didn't matter.

"Where are your shoes?"

A voice pierced the darkness behind him. Curious, the man glanced back to see who had joined him, and found himself looking at a young girl. She was in her mid-teens, a place where she was unsure who she was or
solarsystemshe was my lunar girl.
because she controlled my moods like the tide,
             and how do you cage a moonbeam?

and she was my sunshine girl.
because she was the center of my orbit,
             and nothing shone as brightly as her smile.

and she was my star girl,
because of course there were other girls but none quite like her,
             and we were separated by a million miles.

but what do you say when they ask how it feels to lose e
we will and we arewe are the shred-shred-shredding of whatneverwas into kindling for whatwillbe.
we are bated-breath whispers crackling like an electric wire, slashed taut against the searing thick air.
we are a hiss of phoenix breath that rises into red-flung clouds and gives birth to a living spark.
we are flames lick-licking away our boundaries and incinerating our limits into a dusty trail of ashes.
we are fire.
and we are flying past in the night on paper horses, crying out with our feather quill tongues-
"come away, come away, for the torches are lit and the moon is hidden, and we are revolution."
---
we will scribble white-hot messages on the i
starcrossedand we sailed

in sinking ships

on borrowed tides

'neath starless skies

[i wonder, love,
why we never made it home.]
Mirrors
"You don't understand me; I need some form of pain to keep me going. I need this."
The young woman was seated  in the valor armchair, legs crossed, a delicate pout forming on her face. A dying cigarette hung limply from the hand she left to dangle over the armrest, smoke curling in menacing whirls as it rose to greet the dark ceiling. Shadows hung like cobwebs, draping themselves in every nook and cranny in existence, dancing like daemons across the walls and floor as flames leapt and crackled in the fireplace. A man lounged across from her, lithe, spindly form draped across another chair, his face hidden in the darkness. For seve
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I was asked to make a manifesto on my thoughts about art. It boils down to this:

Art lets you just...be.






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The text crams closer and closer together as it reaches the body, crossing over into illegibility. My intent is to make it feel like just too much. Am I successful or does it bother you as a reader and a viewer?
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Critique by ~Spasm101 Apr 5, 2010, 8:50:57 PM
Oh my goodness yes you are successful in completely overwhelming me. xD;; When I started at the top I read it with a calm enough mind and eye, noticing how some of the messages contradict each other. Then I went farther down and realized that I was reading faster not only because of the way the messages were cramming together but because of the color and texture. I enjoy the font you used for this, too, because it contributes an archaic feel to the piece and reminds me that these expectations are as old as time (the expressions/phrases seem to be timeless as well ^^) So the brighter the font the faster I'm reading it but it's all cramped into a smaller space and I realize I can't read it and I feel completely overwhelmed (though I'm glad it wasn't so crammed that I couldn't make out what the letters were. I could see them but couldn't make them out, you know?) And then, best of all, it just crashes into a single word: Be. ^^ Which is all you can really do in the end. (And that's in full-view, too. ;] It doesn't look as overwhelming when it isn't in full view because you have the chance to look ahead and see the impending/intended effect) I do think though at the bottom it takes on a circular quality to the text that I'm not sure was intended. and maybe the final blue "Be" should've been more centered instead of bordering the bottom edge of the piece, but that's just my opinion. I also think that when it comes to originality the idea of just "be" isn't completely novel, but I've never seen it done like this. I still think it's fantastic and inspirational, certainly something that should be on the walls of every classroom and office. =D
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*Panda-Vision Apr 7, 2010   Writer
This is a great concept, it achieves the message so thoroughly well. You are truly to be congratulated.

As for your towards #theWrittenRevolution crowd, I don't think you could have it any other way. The overlapping reflects the innumerous contradtions and the impossibly convoluted nature of what you are expressing.

Yesyesyes thousand times yes :+fav:
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~mode-de-vie Apr 7, 2010  Student Writer
This is a beautiful deviation. I love how you've completely expressed who you are, while telling others to be themselves, as well. :thumbsup: It's very empowering.
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~greenbloodglenn Apr 6, 2010   Writer
very amazingly done

you really got me on the edge of my seat

^^ good job and keep em coming
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=Winged-Seahorse Apr 6, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
beutiful i love it ^.^ almost looks like fire
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!dagnysmoiety Apr 5, 2010
No. I love it. Absolutely. I want to post this everywhere all over every single surface. Just shut up, quit bitching, quit searching just BE. I adore this. FANTASTIC.
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~Lowland-Swagger Apr 5, 2010
And yet at the very same time, we're bombarded from all angles by people telling us what we should be. I think the piece is pretty expressive in that sense, in addition to your commentary on existence. The text gets closer and closer, more and more oppressive as all the possibilities swirl in front of the viewer. Until you can't even read them anymore. You have to figure it out for yourself, because if you try listening to what anyone else tells you, it just... becomes a mess.

Did that even make sense? I'm not sure that's what you intended, but that's what I got out of it. So.

This is an incredible picture. I like it a lot.
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*ErrantCrow Apr 5, 2010  Professional Writer
Lovely. An oppressive mess of people telling us us what we should be. That was the exact point I was trying to make when I arranged the text that way, so I'm glad you got that out of it. Win!
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~Lowland-Swagger Apr 5, 2010
:phew:
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!deceptivecalm Apr 5, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
very cool!
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=HtBlack Apr 5, 2010
No, to me, it seems to work perfectly as it is... :) The effect it gives is amazing.

Great work.
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