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I am not missed by akatlas, literature

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I am not missed

I can see it falling and without power I am consumed. The soft flakes threaten to strangle all the air my lungs inhale. And though beautiful my end appears, it is quite deadly. Slowly the ground changes from spring green to ashen grey, painted by drops of despair deposited with painstaking precision. Illusionary restraints compel silent cries of fear. I am alone The ashes rise, layered like soft blankets of warm suffocation. As the tremors of death riddle my body I exhale life. Dripping slowly smoothly quietly; life. I am not missed.

Each Song by akatlas, literature

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Each Song

Each song a memory, Reminding me, Things I used to see. And now listening, It seems to me, I wish things could be The way they used to be. Instead of uncertainty, Failed repeats, Misunderstanding. There used to be Magical things, Worlds of imagining. Summer was carefree. Not hard labor and life duties. Each song is a love gone by, I don't even close my eyes, I see their smiles. Laughing all the while, Happy like a child. The smile wanes, Drowned by the rains, Of someone else's song...

The Choice Was Always Mine by akatlas, literature

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The Choice Was Always Mine

Alight, abreast, a new caress, I had not thought to try this test. Slow and slow and touch and touch, and rise and fall and fall and rise and fall. Begin anew and see the world. The sun shines, and doom is not at hand. Your soul forever punished, banished and burning, is imagination. You have chosen, and the consequence is freedom. And you smile, and the earth is warm beneath the grass, beneath your feet, beneath your smile, beneath your clear and bright thoughts. The end began the comfort you feel inside.

Two Handed Ticking by akatlas, literature

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Two Handed Ticking

Lighting the way the emptiness leads I follow the path I can see Alone though I am I need you near You compete with my fear A sharp light shines And suddenly defines Abrupt angles and lines But the light Only heightens my fear I know what is happening I wish that you are But know that you’re not, here In a corner I stand With my fists held up Pretending the courage I lack A fight we all face A fight we all lose Just some of us have less regrets Alone though, “We”, I regret.

True Beauty by akatlas, literature

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True Beauty

Your beauty isn’t red and gold, the sunset in your eyes. True Beauty isn’t silken hair, framing perfectly your sighs, as you listen to these rhymes. Your beauty is your laugh, your past and every time line that outlines and defines your perfect proportions presented as Wit-36 Sense-24 Patience-36 Your beauty isn’t contained in words, in verse or prose or song. (sonnets get it wrong) Your beauty is the life you live, The time you give. Your beaut

Night Light by akatlas, literature

Good Trees Bear Good Fruit by akatlas, literature

Serial Revenge by akatlas, literature

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Serial Revenge

Serial Revenge Betrayal rages in me; an icy inferno. Reason freezes and as the inferno burns the edges of my vision, my fingers numb to their task, unable to feel her warmth drain. An insatiable fire envelopes my mind, and demands more fuel, though I wade in blood. There she is again, laughing, at me no doubt. She always laughs, and everyone believes the false warmth. Inviting eyes like always, lie, and will burn if taken in. She will quench the cold commands, but her sins will burn in me infinitely, and so she will pay again and again and again.

Just Like Your Father by akatlas, literature

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Just Like Your Father

"Just Like Your Father" Cold cruel words drip from her lips, but I am not my father’s son. Her jagged jabs don’t cut; they rip. He lied too, lazy, selfish, stupid, inconsiderate. These words destroy me, my spine weakens. Cold cruel words drip from her lips. I know the sun rises, I was taught this. But it doesn’t shine here, hope is fiction. Her jagged jabs don’t cut; they rip. And as the wounds weep, my mind slips, I fall without grace, without doubt she has won, cold cruel words drip from her lips. I don’t know what snapped, but this was it. Her ignorant words, destined no one. Her jagged jabs don’t c

Conformitas Propter Unitas by akatlas, literature

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Conformitas Propter Unitas

humans haunt deeper than demons ever could piling bodies up building cabins as with wood dousing heaps of flesh with words like diesel fuel and when the fire dies and the dust and ash depart do you still exist do you have a beating heart reconstructing dreams burned low through peasant fire are you still the same, are you sifting through the ash has the fire burned the importance in your past or has societys claim been found true for you improving by removing their intentions burning through perfect person born, youre just as they desire

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I am not missed by akatlas, literature

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I am not missed

Each Song by akatlas, literature

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Each Song

The Choice Was Always Mine by akatlas, literature

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The Choice Was Always Mine

Two Handed Ticking by akatlas, literature

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Two Handed Ticking

True Beauty by akatlas, literature

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True Beauty

Night Light by akatlas, literature

Good Trees Bear Good Fruit by akatlas, literature

Serial Revenge by akatlas, literature

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Serial Revenge

Just Like Your Father by akatlas, literature

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Just Like Your Father

Conformitas Propter Unitas by akatlas, literature

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Conformitas Propter Unitas

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Artist // Student // Literature

Aug 6
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Deviant for 10 years
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Jul 12, 2014

Hate is a strong word, but I fucking hate you

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Today, I woke up hating the world. I cannot quite pin point the reason, but my hypothesis is simply that the world sucks and deserves my loathing. As I wake up, I roll over and see my roommate getting ready for the day, kinda dressing up and finishing off with a fedora. I know he is just going to go upstairs and play skyrim, and I hate him because who the fuck dresses up to play xbox? I hate him.   My window is open, and I am treated to the incredibly annoying and baseless cheer from another roommate trying to convince others to come bridge jumping with him. He reasons that it will help wake him up. I am confident he didn’t sleep last n