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Your Smiles Influence Triggers come in many forms, the result you would call wrong,
The line of free will is thin however very long,
A child holds his fathers hand,
I picture my youth, no strength to stand,
A teenager learning to drive,
I don't have my license, I don't feel alive,
A grandparent watches there family grow,
I look down at nothing, with nothing have I sown or will sow,
A business man straightens his tie,
I hold close all the assets to which I didn't buy,
A group of friends sharing a meal,
I sit with shadows, nothing to feel,
A priest standing with eyes wanting to learn.
I think of those I lost, yesterday does still burn,
A teacher holds Your Smiles Influence by *lackofevolution

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Two People Plus A Shadow Watching two embrace, I sit on a couch waiting to forget,
The influence of emotions controlling my thoughts, my regret,
The taller shadow looks to release a need,
The reminder I can't. I know I will bleed,
Another cut, the relevance of pain,
The changing difference remains the same,
The shorter shadow, learning his desire,
The reminder that I'm not thought of, the day after you retire,
They look, think and embrace,
I sit still, no movement, the still pace,
They hide the fact, that due to me they wait,
My absence will allow, will create,
The opportunity to be human, to act on a thought,
I hold blank pages and begin to sort,
Each Two People Plus A Shadow by *lackofevolution

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Blood Of Irrelevance The irrelevance of my shadow, decreases to become sorrow,
The smile of yesterday easily becomes the tear of tomorrow,
A present of pain, a trapped thought,
Overwhelms my ability to sort,
The free thought that finds a home,
The illusion of freedom, this prison is my own,
I question where to stand, the changing of my place,
These hurdles of determined worth, the changing of my pace,
My characteristics, labeled actions and emotions,
The organised perception forced to becomes several commotions,
Blood flows with restrictions is a vain,
It's free from rules laying on the floor, the only price is pain,
I stare without concentrating, my Blood Of Irrelevance by *lackofevolution

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A Piece Of Furniture Sitting still frozen by a reminder, when you leave I will cry,
The disappearing shadow, don't judge for I did try,
Two friends and a stranger in one room,
Laughter is shared, I share with myself, the image of my tomb,
This strangers enters and a smile I wear,
Free from judgement, I can only see, to assume is unfair,
This stranger speaks with this friend of mine,
On the rare occasional they look, my smile states I'm fine,
For I don't dare to speak show I feel,
For they will assume, friend or not, that this is not real,
That the feelings I wear, this layers of me,
Are an illusion, for they can't look far enough to see,
The blood thA Piece Of Furniture by *lackofevolution

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The Mask Of Lies Intended To Protect You Emotions are mine, however a shared space, your and mine,
Our emotions overlap, so I question and try to draw a line,
When does personal space no longer live?
When does my perceptions influence have the right to give?
The truth of words, the meaningful expression,
The acknowledgement of the voices that steer the infection,
You smile and speak, words to share,
The smile I thinking of giving to, one of care,
The blood under a layer of clothes peaks through,
I move a bracelet to hide the sight, labeled beyond blue,
To conform, to change my face,
To show a similar look of pace,
To express, to show my heart,
Or to hide for your happinThe Mask Of Lies Intended To Protect You by ~lackofevolution

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Random Thoughts- limiting art We have deviant art lets call it the world.

We have deviation groups on here lets call them countries.

Each group or country has rules for what u create or how u act inorder to be accepted lets call them laws.

Each group of country is different and if u dont conform to the rules , the laws then ur viewed as wrong or bad thus not accepted. lets call that a dictatorship.

my conclusion, no matter what u create or how u act there are groups that will state that ur no welcomed and will hide behind the law, the rules they have created. lets call that our reality.

I create art without an intended audience, i make art to create or provoke emotioRandom Thoughts- limiting art by *lackofevolution

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The Influence Of Night My hand is in my pocket, the assumption of a gun,
Fight or flight? you turn and grab the hand of your son,
A parking lot of swaying lights,
Shadows dance and prepare for fights,
I step closer, my destination is known,
The gap between, you, your son then finally my home,
I can hear the sweat fall down your face,
My voice hides so I slow my pace,
The size and shape of my body is only part of me,
The book of stereotypes is only relevant if the opposite you see,
Your son attempts to look back,
His youth can see me, you see a shadow in the black,
The child of time only becomes nervous as his mother starts to shake,
Her look is of the The Influence Of Night by ~lackofevolution

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Beyond My Reach The Words Do Teach I live with expectations, the unknown however seen bar,
I strive to jump however can see so far,
Deviant art was a fearful stage,
Until familiar whispers made me regret my age,
I disliked my age for they made me feel small,
Then with their words I saw that meant I was tall,
I seek approval from the stranger that roam,
Then joined this web site which, thanks to some became home,
She sits behind a computer screen,
In a place I can't dream to say I have been,
She has a smile that I can't hold,
But has the willingness to see my faults and fold,
Her name is new but her actions are known,
The distant computer screen that feels like a hBeyond My Reach The Words Do Teach by ~lackofevolution

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The Ageing Of A Number One label, one aspect doesn't define me,
Forget your conformed assumptions, allow humanity to be,
My teenage years, skinny and blond,
Eager boys would stare, of me they were fond,
Boyfriends stood happily, next to me,
They were my truth, I was their reality,
We saw the future as well as the now,
The gap between and the question of now,
My number increased, time would show,
A path from me, they didn't hesitate to go,
A lower number passed, they let go to follow,
My number would increase, I predict a lonely tomorrow,
Love was lost, to the protection of danger,
Then came the bias stares of a passing stranger,
My number is clear, yoThe Ageing Of A Number by ~lackofevolution

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Stare At My Smile A moment of silence, I speak before you can reply,
If you don't ask then there is nothing to approve or deny,
I feel safe in my room, never do I hide,
Sitting with raised hands, not afraid of the ride,
Water falls, I stand proud in the shower,
Acknowledging time without counting the minutes in the hour,
Friends visit in my room, they sleep,
A rested head for I know shadows wont creep,
My brothers protection reaches to school,
A shaking body would brake his one rule,
My fathers love supports my ability to stand,
A smile is cemented with the sight of his hand,
My mothers stand wanting to hear,
Negative words I speak, my pain, eachStare At My Smile by ~lackofevolution

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Im motivated to write by the pain of my past, a drug addicted mother with bi polar, an abusive step father, judgmental half siblings, an angry twin and finally the deaths of my mother and older sister. These moments created an open mind, one that will think and write about the pain of humanity. subjects I write about include mental health, drug addiction, self harm, murder, child abuse(emotional, verbal, physical and sexual), incest, sexuality preference and animal cruelty.

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Reflective Existance

Mar 23, 2012, 12:20:31 PM by *lackofevolution
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Looking up, I can only stare as you question life and a choice,
I can see your thoughts, to give up means another will rejoice?
I want to challenge you, I desire to inform you that your wrong,
Despair is a moment, don't accept that is where you belong,
I have ears to listen, they don't work, instead just live,
They stand with pride despite having nothing to give,
I have eyes to see, they don't work, instead just be,
They search for nothing, there not part of your reality,
I have a mouth to speak, they don't work, instead just exist,
They regret their lack of influence, searching through the mist,
The distance between you and I, I cry for I can't reach,
I live with the knowledge you have, out teacher did teach,
The same book, the same text with a different impact,
Now you stare down as I look up, only one of us wants you to stay intact,
This is my face, however you pull each string,
Your ex was a wife, you argue a fling,
Your children still reach up for a hug,
Despite your aging relationship with a drug,
Your career still has room to grow, to age,
Looking down you can't think beyond the moment, this temporary stage,
Lights appear behind you, you refuse to look,
A worried face might be enough of a hook,
Traffic stops, however not each strangers compassion,
You refuse to look, the power of a comparison,
Turn around, look to see,
Everyone has pain, the reminder of a true reality,
A letter for your wife and kids sit atop of the fridge,
A decision is decided without me, I look up as you jump of the bridge,
Looking up, I can only stare as you question life and a choice,
I don't scream, as your reflection I fail to have a voice.

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perception of a reflection looking up and judgin its creator as it contemplates jumping of the bridge

Why My Teddy Covers His Eyes

Jun 29, 2011, 4:25:43 PM by ~lackofevolution
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

My teddy bears cover their eyes when there is silence in my room,
I hold hope; uniformed lights will arrive soon,
When I hear one set of footsteps, when I hear that terrifying sound,
I save some of my toys; I quickly turn them around,
They stare at my shadow dancing on the wall,
As the concept of love continues to fall,
I don't speak a word as the monster in my closet stands,
He forces down his pants then grabs my hands,
He reminds me this is a secret, however love,
Mum can't help, clouds cry as she stands above,
I love my father, because of him I be,
However if he loves me then why does he hurt me?
When lying in bed he places his mouth where I can't see,
Creating a feeling I like, a loss of true reality is the fee,
I reach for my teddy as I begin to cry,
I tell dad it hurts, he says to give it a try,
I cry but don't dare scream,
For if I do daddy will get mean,
Following a strange noise he leave with a kiss,
Leaving me with the result of an aging wish,
To lay in a different bed at night,
To allow my toys to have a constant sight,
Of what makes me happy, of what makes me jump,
The sounds of approaching footsteps, each loud thump,
My teddy bears cover their eyes when there is silence in my room,
My daddy only cries now for he stands on my grave, my tomb.

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the perception of the abused child, doesnt speak up for the child loves the person that is abusing her. tried to capture the love and thus confusion the child has for their abusive parent.

Confide Beyond Bias Minds

Mar 23, 2012, 12:16:20 AM by ~lackofevolution
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I cry as I remember, I use to share each lung,
My baby grew inside of me, we were less than one,
Shared blood, from nothing he did grow,
An experience of taught love, a planted seed to sow,
Shared blood, the egg that tried to hide from the sperm,
Afraid of two words and one term,
I screamed for patience and forgiveness as I gave birth,
Fearing true understandings, this man made Earth,
The boyfriend of trust would sadly leave,
As he broke the calculator and had to believe,
My parents watched him drive away,
Two parents with two different points to betray,
They offered support and a home,
Despite being old enough to survive on my own,
I wash my son knowing he will never be clean,
Discovering his future from where I have been,
As he plays I watch with care,
As he sleeps that watch becomes a stare,
The blood on my hands lives under his skin,
Next to his bed, the never emptied rubbish bin,
My parents help, bills food and to teach,
Their understandings of one another, to far to reach,
The boy friend of the past, I want him back,
The ability to confide beyond bias minds, the one thing I lack,
Please I beg, don't leave me alone with my son,
Thoughts become apparent, reach for the invisible gun,
Destroy the question before it is asked,
Prevent the judgement before it is passed,
Deny the pain the will be born and stay,
The scars that live long after the councilor bills I will pay,
Disallow the screams of tomorrow night,
The self identity that with time, will come to sight,
Deny the thoughts that will become his drowning flood,
Betray, the result and the catalyst of the shared blood,
I cry as I remember, I use to share each lung,
My father asks to hug his child, so I pass him our son.

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This is very confronting, one of my most overwhelming, this poem stems from the perception of the abused child that gives birth to her fathers child and lives with the regret, fear and shame that comes along with it.

Last Years Tree

Mar 22, 2012, 11:23:00 PM by *lackofevolution
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I try to make you proud of me, father look to see,
I am an isolated child that can't say, please hug me,
You were not the only person that became lost,
The absent provider, I wore the cost,
You are tall, you looker down to an ending space,
I am small, I couldn't look in the coffin to see my mothers face,
Your tears fell on er arm, they went home,
Mine dried on my face and became a problem of their own,
We build the Christmas tree, look dad am I strong?
You look at me with anger, What did I do wrong?
Tinsel is thrown and become part of the tree,
You anger only leaves when you don't look at me,
Look dad, I made this to hang, please don't forget,
You look with hesitation, with that effort I have regret,
We stand back, you give the obligated kiss,
I can see, you think that something we did miss,
It's not the presents hiding in your room,
I fail to think of my mothers tomb,
It's not the photos of loved ones, they are there,
I fail to think of the provider that with me, could bare,
It's not the food or the family that will come,
I fail to think that once was husband feels like the son,
I try to make you proud of me, father look to see,
Christmas morning you find a body of tinsel and blood under last years Christmas tree.

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Perception of the ignored child celebrating their first Christmas without their mother, the child takes their Christmas morning.r parents rage the wrong way due to miss communication rand decides to take their life

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Surpassing Beers To Find The dominant sun rise and starts the day,
I hold your assumptions and begin to pray,
I'm not religious however have faith and light,
Recovering and preparing for the next night,
The demons that patrol will return,
They will again, ask then hold my life, flicking with the burn,
I want to smile and have nothing to hide,
However, being an adult means that by now, something has destroyed my pride,
I stand now as a man, the child I was would cry,
If they had seen what I would become, beyond a try,
I am what I now see, a reflection that will brake,
For I am now what I wasn't, a future that didn't make,
The ideas of being a kid, wishful Surpassing Beers To Find by *lackofevolution

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Double Standars Forever Earth and its occupants, ware and peace,
To a degree all animals are kept on a lease,
The human's greatest gift; the mind,
Egos formed, humans believing they must protect what they find,
Homes of concrete started replacing trees,
Humans could not predict all the fees,
For humans to achieve a new home,
Others were kicked out and forced to roam,
If a herds numbers get out of control,
They send in weapons, calling it a simple patrol,
If there is too many it becomes kill or be killed,
Teaching their children, the future is sealed,
Some claim they want to prevent a starvation flood,
Entering the landscape to paint with blood,
Others Double Standars Forever by *lackofevolution

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To Ignore The Obvious Taking my place I notice angry feet,
A person approaches, I ignore that we meet,
Above my head lives a sign,
I ignore so people wine,
This train is full, no room to move,
Togetherness exist, however you must prove,
Standing in front of me, a soon to be mother,
Staring at her feet, overcome by the heat,
Things get worse; she can't find a seat,
She waits by herself,
Waiting and needing someone to help,
Every time we reach another station,
I wait for the communication,
I don't feel guilty however should,
Offering my seat, I'm not the only one who could,
Taking my place I notice angry feet,
Where I sit is the disabled priority seaTo Ignore The Obvious by *lackofevolution

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A New Change Of Season Please notice my cries before you have to morn,
You must continue what you started when I was born,
Full of colour at the start,
We should been a well maintained heart,
When you were surrounded with wealth,
I achieved high levels of health,
You then experienced a financial pain,
I was the first from of life that would portray the shame,
A drought meant less water,
For me, you and your daughter,
Bright green became dark brown,
However, your smile could always be found,
I need help not just a stare,
I am alive, somehow you don't care,
Please notice my cries before you have to morn,
I am right in front of you, a dying front lawn.A New Change Of Season by *lackofevolution

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Ignored Message I am necessary, not just part of the design,
My foundation is weak; your actions not mine,
At first I stood for all to see,
Watching a balance of following and ignoring me,
Impact came for these strangers wouldn't listen,
We have a stable process, following the system,
I knew it was a matter of time,
Before an ignorant face would commit a crime,
My foundation was struck,
I fell to the ground, for me no luck,
Now my message can't be seen,
Most fail to remember all aspects of a routine,
I lay motionless however not dead,
No decision to stand for someone sped,
I am necessary, not just part of the design,
Resting out of view, a ranIgnored Message by *lackofevolution

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Without Parents I open my eyes and don't see my parents, I desire to be free,
An instinct informs me of my destination, I don't look behind to see,
I stare at the ground then ahead,
Slowly I begin to move without a single word said,
No advice, no instructions given to me,
The lock that exist without a key,
I desire, my mother to hold,
Words of positives or negatives forever sold,
A father figure, never found,
I exist but don't make a sound,
Wanted, however never do I search for,
The number before five, I think it's four,
Another step, a breath then I take,
A movement forward, a future at stake,
However, all I see in the water ahead,
I strive fWithout Parents by *lackofevolution

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772 To Frankston The illusion of laziness, a shadow who chooses to stalk,
The possibility of the future, a large outline of chalk,
Approaching a seat on the side of the street,
The shadow it offers or the suns heat,
A table of numbers stand, please read,
Free will means I can one day bleed,
Other flock members gather, forming an invisible line,
Trapped by the appeal of a two word sign,
Progress without having to move,
A shadow passes with a quick stare,
Assumptions of motivation, the lack of information is unfair,
Instead of giving in, a stare to return,
I sit again, however his eyes still burn,
A large vehicle enters my sight,
The herd stretche772 To Frankston by *lackofevolution

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Returning To Society I see a figure that chose to fail,
His decision is the coffin, I am the nail,
His appearance is good, however not his past,
Because of that information, he won't last,
A decision he made before we met,
Created my reaction, behaviours forever set,
I know where he last did live,
For that, nothing have I to give,
No cup of sugar, no friendly smile,
Or a pleasant gesture made of denial,
The fence between our homes needs a light,
His past reactions, today causes fright,
Since the first day that he moved in,
I've seen him smile, however know of his sin,
I watch as people interact on the street,
Informing them, I create the assumptionReturning To Society by *lackofevolution

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Learning Their Instincts I watched my child age; instincts determine what's next,
However, I know you don't need to know how, a muscle to flex,
Returning home, a long day at school,
My son returns to his room, knowing my advice is a rule,
Dirty clothes are to be washed, toys returned to their place,
Sub routines are leant, the invisible steps of a race,
Sitting on the floor I watch how he prepares to stand,
Eating a sandwich, the way it sits in his hand,
His technique, instincts battle what he has been taught,
I throw the ball of behaviours, assuming what will be caught,
His favourite colour and number, his choice,
However my genetic makeup influenced the Learning Their Instincts by *lackofevolution

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Disabled Thinking At times life can be unfair,
I now live in a moveable chair,
My journey to work was always a hike,
To decrease the time I purchased a bike,
As I planned it decreased my time,
A risk with everything, here comes the crime,
Ignored was the stop sign,
I laid on the ground, a compressed spine,
I watched as the car drove away,
Reliving the moment everyday,
I can no longer shed a tear,
For that would give in to a fear,
Now I sit next to the sign and point,
I notice a driver smoking a joint,
At times life can be unfair,
I am now disabled because most drivers don't care.Disabled Thinking by *lackofevolution

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collection of random peices of art, hope they offer you enjoyment, inspiration or something to relate to. my art maily contains mental health, child abuse, drug addiction as well as some abstrac perceptions; cow staring at mcdonalds sign, ran over stop sign, the unworn wedding ring, the forgotten condom, etc

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Rush by ~Paint-n-Poem-Freak

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I'm Only Six He hovers close to me, eyes a glaring.
Ever watchful, he just can't stop staring.
Crawling fingers, touching skin,
he leans right over and takes me in.
This feeling is searing to the touch,
he can't seem to get enough.
God can't help me, he's not hearing.
"Please stop this dad, for you are hurting!".
Just one glimpse and he starts kissing.
Of my flesh, he will be needing.
Taking hours, I can not stop him.
"Wish this would end" and now, I am dying.
I'm only six.I'm Only Six by *HelplessDesires

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It Hurt It hurt
It hurt when you screamed
It burned when I cried
It stung when you stole part of my heart
It was hard to move on

I wished that it would be okay
I hoped that it would all go away

But it never did
You always came back
To hurt me
It never goes awayIt Hurt by !SpockieFan

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.:Fox Lucas:. by *Sunflowercandy

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Miss you mommy by ~isawachicken

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The peace I need by ~JustKiro

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Rape by ~KeepersKeep

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Deadly Ostracism by ~Paint-n-Poem-Freak

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The Father by ~celestial-elevator

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Like Father-Like Son by ~verbalize

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Collection of art that I either relate to, find emotion in it or am inspired by it. Just a warning about some of the poems i have added in this folder, like my work they tend to be both confronting and overwhelming.

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You place ur cigarette in the ash tray, your fourteen year old kid ask, can I have one, you reply;

45%

14 deviants said No, its an addiction

13%

4 deviants said No, smoking kills

13%

4 deviants said Yes, but smoking kills

2 deviants said No, smoking is wrong for someone your age

2 deviants said Yes, but it's an addiction

2 deviants said Hide your smokes

2 deviants said Other, please comment

1 deviant said Yes but smoking is wrong for someone your age

No deviants said Say nothing and light up next smoke

No deviants said Say nothing and light up smoke in next room

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Until We Speak

Mar 24, 2012, 9:41:11 AM by *lackofevolution
Journals / Personal

The shadow on my wall sits and accepts its life and my choices, but i question.

2012 has come with ample warning yet the tears I hide behind my painted smiles waits to be released. My birthday has passed and thus the memory of my mother and sisters grave disappearing beneath the build up of time. I miss them and they way that made me feel; complete. I accept their deaths but struggle with the gift I have known as life. I live in a boarding house in a area known for drugs and crime, the people I live with are respectful mostly, to my face but I know that when I'm not there they judge what they resist to understand; my sexuality and my depression and social anxiety. I give them what assets and efforts I can afford to give but their respect, or at least their tolerance of me continues to avoid me.

I returned to TAFE and was informed that my presence there is no longer an option, I know they mean well, that they want me to focus on finding a new job rather than living in the past and helping them for free. money is sadly an issue that has risen. A new job would change that but the fear of change, the fear of the unknown motivates me to hide in my room with only my depression for company. I don't like my house or the way in which I'm living however, because it is familiar I accept and refuse to change my situation.

My poetry continues to be born without my effort, my pieces jump from my mind to paper with out much thought, both a good and bad thing. good for I'm continuing to express my anger and regret from the moments of my past, some thrown at me and some that I created my own. Bad for some emotional pieces are written but without my thought the emotions associated with those pieces remain in my mind, fighting for a way to escape even if for just a moment on ignorance.

I made a new friend, the first one in years last Christmas. Have spent time with him and have enjoyed out talks and meaningful exchanges. But like most aspects to life and communication there is a down side; as he learns of my past and the pain I carry he has given pity and that pity becomes anger, for I hold on to the pain and hide behind it. I don't work anymore, I don't have large group of friends or a family and the less said about the illusion of love the better. My life is empty and that is partiality my fault, I accept that. His anger stems from the assumption that I have great social skills, a sense of humor and am motivated and reliable once I create a routine, Angry for despite these possible abilities I choose to live in a situation that is hurting me and choosing to hide from life knowing that I will wake up on my twenty seventh birthday and still lack the basics that I want yet do nothing to obtain now.

If you made it this far than I thank you .. . . . . . .

Until we speak . . . . . . .

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Mood: Unheard
Listening to: Whispering voices
Reading: To much in to it
Watching: An angry shadow stare back
Drinking: alchol, sadly

More Journal Entries

Journal History

Mar 24, 2012 Until We Speak
Mar 10, 2012 Until We Speak
Nov 16, 2011 Devious Journal Entry
Jul 10, 2011 Fighting the puppet master of depression
Mar 8, 2011 Ending An Expression
Jan 20, 2011 Sexual Securties
Dec 6, 2010 Devious Journal Entry
May 20, 2010 Existance Without Living
Mar 31, 2010 The Second That Lives Forever
Jan 31, 2010 24 candles, 24 mistakes, 24 hopes

Devious Info

Current Residence: Melbounre - Frankston
Interests: writing, media/politics, wrestling
Favourite movie: Journey Through Life
Favourite band or musician: Micheal Franti, John Farnham
Favourite artist: My Reflection
Favourite style of art: Poetry
Wallpaper of choice: Wrestling Related
Skin of choice: Wrestling Related
Favourite game: GTA - San Andrews
Favourite gaming platform: ps2
Personal Quote: be more then a shadows reflection
Tools of the Trade: my mind

MSN: malcomred1988@hotmail.com

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~BurnXlove Apr 30, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

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You are awesome at poetry!

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Thanks for joining

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~silentangelawaits Apr 4, 2012 Student Artist

thanks alot for the faves of my poems i appreciate it.

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Thanks for the watch

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~letmesuffer Apr 3, 2012 New member Student Traditional Artist

Thanks for the fav!

*Obsidian-Nightfall Apr 3, 2012 Student Writer

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=Devilia666 Apr 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for the fave ^^

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~MyLittleWhiteRose Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thank you for the favs and the watch

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~buena-suerte Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for joining my group. Any reasons? ^^

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*Bluesilver84 Mar 30, 2012

Would love to have you join my group #DA-Art-Gallery Nice work.

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~CalumDC Mar 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Many thanks for the favourite, it means a lot,

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~LovelessCrosseria Mar 30, 2012 Hobbyist

by the way, I have an danish assignment where I have to read and analyse some dansih poems, and after that have to perspectivate (not sure if it a real word) it to other poems, the theme in general an so on.
the themes are death or fear (we have to choose between the two), and I wanted to ask if it would be ok to use some of your poems?
I won't tell the thing you have told me in confidence, I just think that I might be able to use some of your poems

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Welcome to

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*lackofevolution Mar 30, 2012

thanks, i look forward to sharing poetry with this group

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~EvansGothicPrincess Mar 30, 2012

Thankz For The Watch ;D

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~EvansGothicPrincess Mar 30, 2012

Oooooo, Thank You Very Much ;D

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~EvansGothicPrincess Mar 30, 2012

Thankz For The Favs ;D

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~EvansGothicPrincess Mar 30, 2012

N'awwww Thank You ;D

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