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Chilled Fantasy by maebusknight, literature

Soul like the Stone by maebusknight, literature

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Soul like the Stone

Wash upon my stony visage, endless sands of time. Caress my foundation with ripples of chaotic predictability, while eroding my sense of purpose with silent finality. Between the sand and sky I exist alone. As wooden boundaries align to form my domicile; a home with no walls and illusions of peace. The wind whispers secrets I strain to hear through sand and storm; my ears are deaf. My eyes blind to the barriers before me. I feel only pain from those whom I support, as I anchor a lonely, withered body of heavenly corruption grasping at salvation with green-hued thorny fingers. Sheets of rain calm the jagged peaks of sand, as shape

Timeless by maebusknight, literature

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Timeless

In the beginning there was nothing. Islands of shadow floating in timeless waters there we gradually came to be misty souls clothed in heavenly silver together we watched the world begin A burst of light, a roaring flame all prompted by the hand of god It was the beginning of eternity We bathed in the afterglow and saw the starlight embers tossed into the void to burn I whispered devotion to you alone Beyond those flickering fiery flashes of starlight you slept in my arms and we waited for the future.

Standing by Me by maebusknight, literature

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Standing by Me

Alone, I whisper your name igniting my soul aflame burning with unquenchable desire the light grows ever higher vanquishing the darkness in my life ending all my toil and strife I cannot believe the heavens would send such a beautiful angel to amend all I ask, of you, wondrous vision is one simple decision please stand by me throughout time as friend, companion, eternally mine.

Rainfall by maebusknight, literature

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Rainfall

Rain falls slowly from the heavens to the earth refracting memories held within my pious gaze icy drops caressing her blushing cheek gathering in little rivulets coursing downward caring nothing for me Raindrops touch the tallest trees and slide down their silken boughs as though the willows themselves were weeping cleansing tears tumble down to the moistened earth a ballet of broken crystal falling from the sky caring nothing for me From the misty cloak of rain angels point and laugh at me a rumbling laughter that shakes the ground and thickens the veil before my eyes speckling the windowpane with mocking beads miniature mirr

From the Sidewalk by maebusknight, literature

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From the Sidewalk

Raindrops and footsteps fall on my back my appendages forming the backbone of the city endless multicolored crowds of people walking, talking, laughing, crying, and occasionally dying. I look up and see them all towering above me, with their darkened souls worn down on the bottom of their dirty shoes "We are all dancers!" a street performer screams as his wheelchair rolls in jerky circles and quarters fly towards his feet. Maybe now he'll go away. I taste the bitter soles and sense where they've been as their footsteps splash in the mirrored puddles that they never see Even the blind loom over me with their canes, tap-tappin

Feeding the Flames by maebusknight, literature

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Feeding the Flames

Creamy skin melting beneath my quivering touch the scent of oranges poignant and inviting, enticing me ever closer. Wispy silken, shimmering dress tempting me with revealing curves echoing the silver, her eyes seem to gleam radient beneath the pious moon Whispered words drift tenderly, like gentle kisses to my attentive ears promises that feed the flames of passion and drown the fears of the day Gold-stained strands of freely flowing hair gingerly caressing tinted cheeks and rose-bud lips. my clumsy fingers slide across the tightly woven fibers passion's fire seeking release. Underneath a veil of darkness captivated by each ot

The Girl Across the Room by maebusknight, literature

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The Girl Across the Room

Your voice sends shivers through my spine, stirring up dreams I hold in outstretched hands like ash, they fly away on the slightest breeze your breath, my sigh. My heart cries for your touch... soothe my feelings of emptiness with a gentle caress. I want you. Shapely curves hewed from gentle flesh dreamlike movements across the floor gliding towards me. I need you. Do you see me watching you? Your eyes shift slowly, blue on white. Blue, your dress sparkles like stars collected imitating the glimmer in your eye. Why don't you see me? I want to touch your crimson lips and caress your tanned skin; easing your pain as you eas

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Streetlights by maebusknight, literature

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Streetlights

Streetlights flicker on in the night tumbling snowflakes revealed by the light floating down on unseen strings silently, as if by angels' wings, it sets on a drunkard's cap as he settles in for a nap patched and frayed, his coat is worn from years of abuse and scorn in one hand, a bottle of beer one comfort that stays with him here before he drifts off to sleep within his pockets his hands creep drawing out a picture of his wife, who long since lost her life seconds ticking slowly by until he utters a final sleeper's sigh Streetlights flicker off with the day snowflakes seem to drift away losing all of their mystique.

Fury of Silence by maebusknight, literature

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Fury of Silence

I am silent. What am I saying? Do I wander through life with no purpose, angering myself through my silence, infuriating myself to appease others, twisting words, forming an internal insurrection, a rebellion? Pain, let me die. My life is not worth living, not if I must be alone, confused in my ways, Living a pointless lie, day by day. Silent thunder, flames burning within, untested passion, untapped potential, yearning desire, dreams of glory, all drown in drops of blood. I am silent. I am trapped within. Am I destined to walk this path of pain, searching vainly for love, for acceptance, for faith? When its all over, I

Midnight Caress by maebusknight, literature

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Midnight Caress

Rose red lips, damp with early morning dew, Misty breath, softly rising above the bed, Her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, As I lie without her, so far away, What dreams are you having, my love? The essence of my dreams is you, visions, dreams all flooding my head, as I lie, in restless slumber, How I miss you today, Do you dream of me, my love? Far away, moonbeams reflect from the dew, Revealing silent tears that have been shed, by lovers as they are deep in slumber, how they do miss one another, within their dreams, they love each other.

The Pianist by maebusknight, literature

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The Pianist

With graceful dancing fingertips, from key to ivory key his fingers skip, creating music that speaks to the very soul, that lifts a man and makes him whole, then his fingers depress another key, and all the sorrows from him flee, in an uplifing joyous song, we know nothing can go wrong. Then his fingers shift and flex, leaving us wondering what he'll play next, his fingers begin a slow dance, and we are all caught within a trance, his fingers begin to slow, summoning sad memories that we all know, as the music brings tears to our eyes, until the last note slowly dies.

Requiem of the Heart by maebusknight, literature

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Requiem of the Heart

Snow softly falls towards the ground, weaving in between the tree branches, until it falls in front of the lone figure, walking silently in the night. I walk with the moonlight at my back, I can see my shadow in front of me, I can hear the soft crunching of the snow, As I tread slowly onward, my thoughts escape. I wish you were here. A chilling wind blows at my face, creating little cyclones of snow, stinging the eyes and the heart. I wish you were here. The moonlight dances upon the fallen snow, Creating illusions that creep among the trees, I walk onward without fear. I wish you were here. I look up at the night sky, Scatt

Untitled by maebusknight, literature

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Untitled

Sun creeping farther up the skies Warm rays beaming down Illuminating the river of gold Her hair, her eyes Reflecting my gaze My heart is pounding, the Sun is high So beautiful, a delicate flower Dew upon rosebud lips Hands entwined, loving embrace like vines, entangled. The evening comes, the sun fades out of view Love still burning strong, moonlight illuminates her countenance Hands clasped, no words are said, the stars speak for us in the heavens.

The Dream Before Death by maebusknight, literature

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The Dream Before Death

What does a dying man see before he dies? His past, flashing before his eyes, The love of his life, waving goodbye, as he takes his final sigh. His childhood, filled with innocence, he is given only a glimpse, riding his bike, playing on the swing, he finally remembers everything. Through his eyes, pass the sight of his first love, her hair, black as night the first dance, the first kiss things he'd never thought he'd miss. What does a dying man see before he dies, as his final breath, from him flies? I think he sees the truth and right. As he heads towards the light.

Was it Ever There? by maebusknight, literature

Literature

Was it Ever There?

A fire crackles in the veil of night. Her eyes glitter with a deep sadness I hold her close and caress her hand as the fire burns ever higher she turns and looks at me with watery eyes reflecting the light piercing my heart with tears of sadness. The fire burns brighter, sending ash into the starlit sky In her eyes, I see her running away growing forever distant I'm afraid. I don't want to lose her. Ash drifts down slowly, glowing with an inner heat. I kiss her gently hoping she'll understand and return to me instead she hides it all and smiles leaving me to wonder "was it ever there?" I sigh and hold her close, as the fire

Lightning Sketched Memory by maebusknight, literature

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Lightning Sketched Memory

Lighting flashes in the sky As I hold you close to me for an instant, everything is motionless Your face, brilliantly illuminated, as quickly as it came, the light is gone the moment stolen by darkness. Lightning burns across the heavens, revealing to all, the kiss we share Lips touching lips, hands holding hands, My eyes stare into yours As the sky grows dim once more. Lightning etches a river in the clouds As we bid our farewells, Tears glimmering in our eyes an unspoken longing, unspoken feelings shown by tears. As I drive away, into the stormy night.

Symphony of Allusion by maebusknight, literature

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Symphony of Allusion

A lone piano begins its interlude, a mournful hymn of soft notes, powerful notes that bring tears. Soon, violins join the piano adding to the composition emphasizing the transition from the mournful tone which once was, a happier song it does become, more instruments join the fray, creating a symphony of joy, notes calling to the heavens, beckoning God to listen, but slowly, the instruments die away until there is only the piano, playing the same, sad interlude. until it too dies away and there is only silence.

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Fury of Silence... Rekindled. by maebusknight, literature

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Fury of Silence... Rekindled.

They all ignore me. So what if I'm quiet? Why do you torture me? ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I hold everyone in my hands and slowly I crush. tears fill my eyes as I smear your blood across the sky bitter red drops becoming stars dripping slowly back to earth bursting with a resounding scream: I HATE YOU! ... stealing my glory, my reason for living, for writing, for waking. I may be quiet, but I'm not less than human! You don't know the damage you've dealt the sleepless nights, the tears, the long drives to nowhere. You don't know the pain of knives cutting in the dark... stabbing into my back. Can't you see I'm not trying

Fury of Silence... Rekindled.

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About maebusknight

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: My House: a box down by the river.
Favourite style of art: Abstract Stuff... Photographs are kewl too
Operating System: Windows (Damn you Bill Gates)
Shell of choice: Hard and Green, preferribly turtle.
Skin of choice: OoOo... Scantily Clad! (winks suggestively at the ladies)
Favourite cartoon character: Stewie from Family Guy or Calvin and Hobbes
Personal Quote: "Write from the soul and the words will come."

Favourite Gaming Platform

The Super Nintendo was perfection.

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper, and a ravaged soul.

Other Interests

Reading, Writing, Listening to Music

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maebusknight

Nov 7, 2008

The last man on earth sits alone in his car...

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"She walks in the twilight, her steps make no sound. Her feet leave no prints on the dew covered ground. Her hand gently beckons, she whispers your name - But those who go with her are never the same." -Lost Soul VERSION 2 Wearing my denim work shirt insulated me from the cold, if only a little.  My eyes traced invisible lines between water droplets on the window.  I had never been good with bad days, days in which everything seemed to push down on me.  I imagined myself as an ant, and the forces pushing on me were personified ever so slightly as a giant finger slowly crushing me to the ground. As the ant I pushed against the finger, of

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maebusknight

Oct 6, 2008

Tree in a Box

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"It's a fool's race to run if all is lost if it be won." What is it that I seek in the night? Why is it that I sit here, as my eyes burn and a veil of mist covers my thoughts?  Is it because I seek inspiration from the stifling silence that encircles me?  Or is it because some part of me craves a muse, an untouchable that can share and define my dreams?  It is some profane hope that has a stranglehold on my mind, causing me to dream strange dreams and think tainted thoughts? Long has it been since the light of another has shone upon my face.  Indeed, I have wandered through a dark abyss of my own design.  A hell, so to speak, with which I

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maebusknight

Sep 26, 2008

Smoo

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:hump::hump::hump: THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT LINZI

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linzi-chan

Apr 1, 2010

You got Gaga too! Yay!!

DA knows of our hatred of the cancer that is Twilight.