theshadow223

Words Fail, Music Speaks

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Help

Now reach out for me, I promise I won’t deny you. Come looking for me here, come my child, this is what I do. I’ll take your hands in mine, and I will look deeply into your eyes. My only goal is to protect you; you can safely remove your guise. Together we will fight back against the demons that torment thee. You are no longer alone my dear; please put your trust in me. With swords in our hands, and courage in our hearts, we can bring back together what has been taken apart. And when our battle has ended, and the war has been won, when we have taken what was apart, and have turned it back into one, it will be time for me to leave. But please don’t cry my sweet, for you are much tougher now, with callouses on your feet. If you need me yet again, you can always find me here. But know you are capable of anything, and you have nothing left to fear.

Temptation by theshadow223, literature

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Temptation

Here, skin to skin. Heaven has never such a rival that welcomed as much sin, Nor threatened its revival. From two, now one, entwined here together. Is this just for fun? Are we in for stormy weather? So much uncertain, so few thoughts heeded. Should we drop the curtain? Or is this all that’s needed? Let us enjoy this place, forget for now the future. I want the memory of your face pinned to my heart, sutured.

Fog by theshadow223, literature

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Fog

I long for a day filled with inspiration, Days when it felt good to be a part of this world. When I was young I felt the surge of life coursing through my veins, propelling me forward to meet each day with courage and enthusiasm. But as of late those feelings have become fewer and much further in between. Where once there was an idea which emboldened me, pushed me to flesh out all the ripe fruit that could be mustered from it, there now lies what can only be described as a fog. A thick, looming, terrible fog which seemlessly and expertly sucks dry any chance at inspiration. It muddles and befuddles what should be clear cut and straightforward

Sunshine by theshadow223, literature

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Sunshine

Dear Stranger, It’s been far too long. Your absence has left my flesh pale, And my heart aching for your return. Much has changed in these past few months, or I guess you could argue nothing has. I’m honestly not sure myself at this point. Unable to move forward, Unable to move back, Just frozen here…seemingly forever. This frigid torture others call joyful and beautiful, To me is just a hellish landscape prison, trapping me – halting the blood in my veins, so that every last drop of life identified within can be promptly executed without mercy. In your absence my life force drained from me. My will to continue on this

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My Daughter by theshadow223, literature

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My Daughter

“My daughter…” Never have words tasted so honeyed as they escaped my lips. So fragile your body, So delicate your life. I wonder if you know just how vulnerable you are… That one simple indelicate touch could steal away the precious breathe of life that was only just bestowed upon you. I have heard that most infants cry out at birth, scream bloody murder at the cruel, wretched world they’ve immerged in. But not you. Not my brave and curious girl. No, your first moments on this earth were spent eyes agape, experiencing intensely distorted and overwhelming visual stimulation, yet just calmly studied the strange,

Panic by theshadow223, literature

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Panic

The walls are closing in on me and the faintest of noises are becoming loud and abrupt making even the slightest of whispers a blaring destructive virus sending its untold horrors echoing through my cerebellum causing cold sweats to protrude out of every pore while life itself seems to be slipping violenting away from my grasp taunting my heart into working dangerously rapid in an effort to cease this misery faster and harder it must beat to save this dwindling soul inside me ripping and clawing to be released toward damnation making me wish desperately I had simply eaten before I had taken the medication.

The Song of the Winds by theshadow223, literature

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The Song of the Winds

My pores drank in the winds hungrily. The taste was magnificent. They're the taste of freedom, Light and sweet. They flowed through me, Allowing my whole body to taste them. I moved with the winds, My body became part of them, Part of the ebb and flow of the current. I was part of the chain. I felt the salty ocean move through me, But remained completely dry. I let my body go, And lost control. I watched as the ethereal winds lift me from my position. The gave me flight, Allowing me to become weightless and free. They brought me over the water, And my nose twitched as it caught the light scent of splashing From my dangling toes brushing the

In The Rain by theshadow223, literature

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In The Rain

The first drop hits right below my eye. I'm startled by its abruptness, And by the sudden cooling sensation That rushes through my being. It slides slowly down my cheek, Leaving a tear-drop like trail behind it. A smile works its way across my face, And the drop falls into the edge of my mouth, Greeting me with a salty hello. It's starting... My blood surges quickly, Knowing what is destined to come, Just for me. Another drop, then another. I look up to watch them come down upon me. The lonesome and misunderstood grey, Chasing away the beloved blue sky. The rain falls harder, Whilst my body falls to the reverberating melody of the rain. T

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18 April 2007 by Tiger--eyes, literature

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18 April 2007

18 April 2007 I'm not alone, I'm naked. I'm ink stains forming hourglasses on Mormon walls, hair slick and lovely. I am in a hospital bed and you are touching me moving your hands over my skin, dipped in lotion and massaging not for rapture, but for circulation. I am laying next to you, arm resting on your chest and hand wiping at your face because you're not afraid to cry. The pigs sleep in the mud, no down comforters or pillow cases, squalid luxury and rancid fear. We remember how once you would light a candle and it would spit, snigger, sneer, ignite and chant,

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A Public 'Identity Crisis'

Depending who you talk to, you're likely many things. To Dave in HR, you're an easy-to-intimidate office grunt who might have severe anxiety, you don't wear matching socks, 'a sure sign of neurosis', and you fidget with your hands. Carol, the neighbor, who might be having an affair with Mike the mailman, thinks you're depressed because you plant your begonias in old rain boots. She 'wants' to talk to you, but she doesn't want to pry. To the shop clerk on 43rd you've got a flat affect, but it's probably because Venus is in retrograde and your cosmology, has been thrown akimbo by the displacement of Saturn and you're a Virgo, so oh well. To

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open mic

and oh there were nights when the love would pour out of you when the world was still wicked but spun elsewhere and ours was a compact unspoken but woven in every fiber (electric) and you would decorate those book-lined rooms with your words hung above the heads of those who'd seek to untie their tongues to growl and bear teeth unprepared for the moment when the mountains would speak and I would watch their faces fill with a shared wonder as they became aware of the same spells you put me under . I know the nights now still mostly stretch in countless infinities that the future looms heavy an unimaginable design (but if we stick together we'll be fine) . I know your eyes still don't see your own scope your own shine so love (please) borrow mine

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Laughter

The robot danced on the street corner, singing a jolly tune for a crowd of two. The small girl and her mother had stopped in front of the automaton at the request of the former. The mother tossed a coin in the robot’s direction and it snatched it out of the air, slotting it into the rectangular hole in the side of its top hat without breaking the flow of its dance. The money wasn’t for it, of course. It was for the tall, gaunt man that visited the robot each evening and oiled its joints, replaced the music discs with new songs, and emptied the coin bank within the automaton’s head. The robot was oblivious of this relatio

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Torn

I don't know what to do, Jail, Breast cancer, car crash, parents, Phobias. I can't be there for all of you, Instead I'm becoming a mess. I'm building up old walls, Hiding behind ruins. My ear shuns it all, There's no answer for these problems. And I can't even provide a shoulder to cry on. the thread that's holding me together has caught on something and it's revealing my insecurities My eyes just witness the unraveling disaster. Calculating how to cure this plague of inflicting ideas. There's no structure to what's happening. I'm playing the hero when I'm not right for the part. The voices are howling at me when I try to sleep. No use I'

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Rather Than Lament

Consider the moment. Is memories all there is? to be recalled and celebrated Only from intangible places? Few seem able to value the moment, experience it as such; Giving praise, instead years down the road. Wishing for the impossible; craving what they “had”. Why can some only appreciate what has become a past-tense? Every love song ever sung lamenting what is lost Where are the songs of the moment appreciating the love? Celebrating the love? Living the gift in-the-moment? Smiling with, and upon a living keepsake; cherished, rather, than lamenting the loss.

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My Little Bluebird

The dappled sunlight shone through the cedar trees as Claire tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The wind was active that day, causing dried leaves from the previous autumn to dance along the beaten earth. “Ah, the teaberries are in season,” Cliff murmured, his eyes drawn toward the leafy shrubs lining the path. He crouched down, picking a few and cupping them in his hand. “Do they taste like tea?” A smile played at his lips as he popped one into his mouth. “Find out yourself.” She was grateful for the playful glint in his eyes and she hoped it would remain. The young woman opened her mouth for an offering, giddiness rising up in her stomach. He fumbled with the bright red berries and his fingers affectionately grazed her lips as he popped one into her mouth. She chewed in silence as color crept into both of their faces. “It’s almost like… mint?” He gave her a grin and a nod as they continued along the path. “Some people call it wintergreen or checkerberry. My

Temptation by theshadow223, literature

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Perfect Melody by theshadow223, literature

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Perfect Melody

You're the track, That I'll never skip, Much music comes and goes, But your song won't slip. You're controlling the beat, The rhythmic pulsing of my heart, When we're close it races, It slows when we're apart. Your beautiful song, Washing away all my fears, Never has such a tone, Soared so gracefully around my ears. Your harmony so precious, It's become an addiction, Please don't leave my ears alone, This is my happy affliction. You're my secret love, No one else can hear what I do, You just needed the right listener, Someone who could appreciate you. You're my perfect melody, Not to be replaced by another, We both had something missing,

Perfect Melody

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Artist // Student // Literature

July 13, 1994
United States
Deviant for 13 years
He / Him

My Bio

In a nutshell? Umm okay, I'm a normal guy out to live his life. Details, Hmmm.... I like music, hanging out with my friends, video games, photography, writing, poetry, annnnd I'm a hopeless romantic...thats about me :)

Ah and please check out the people listed below, they do not have the amount of support they deserve for their complete amazingness.

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for more, look at my watchers, pretty much all of them are great. :)

Current Residence: NJ
Favourite genre of music: All kinds
Favourite style of art: Poetry
MP3 player of choice: Ipod touch
Personal Quote: When words fail, music speaks

Favourite Movies

Spaceballs

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Ben Gibbard

Favourite Books

Hunger Games

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts Series

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

Pen and paper works fine for me (:

Other Interests

Music, Writing, Photography, Love, Video Games

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theshadow223

Jan 19, 2012

Coming back soon...hopefully

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I am hopefully coming back soon, have a few things written and am going to post some old stuff I found. I can't wait to get back in the dA groove. I used to live and die by this site. We'll see what happens, wish me luck!

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theshadow223

May 2, 2011

Go and Support my friend (:

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My friend and his band "Indecent Act" are playing at Planet Trog in PA (details below) and it would be awesome, if you guys were in the area, if you could go support them, they are really awesome! Planet Trog June 25th 5:30 to 10:00 Time Saturday, June 25 · 5:30pm - 10:00pm Location 3570 MacArthur Road Whitehall PA 18052 come and watch Trē at Planet Trog with a fresh crop of bands to listen to! Indecent Act For the Perilous Icarus Trē http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=206403039390386 Thanks guys!

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theshadow223

Apr 6, 2011

100 Themes

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I needed something to do and I was looking at some theme challenges and decided that are just too many rules and regulations and bleh, so me and my friend came up with this list. Me and ~GenericAnime (https://www.deviantart.com/genericanime) will be doing. Feel free to join if you like ^^. 1. Beginnings 2. Darkness 3. Courage 4. Kawaii 5. Forgotten 6. Future 7. Love 8. Fear 9. Two Paths 10. Sunshine 11. Childhood 12. Hell 13. Pain 14. Heaven 15. Heart 16. Control 17. Adoration 18. Broken 19. Repair 20. Despair 21. Reflection 22. Elegant 23. Memories 24. Arrogant 25. Sleeping 26. Ignorance 27. Music 28. Dreaming 29. Mist 30. Distorted 31. Lost 32.

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May 19, 2020

Thanks for the fave on I Really Don't Know

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Dec 26, 2019

Thanks for the fave and the watch!

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Nov 21, 2018

Thanks for the llama

I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.

His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.

So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama?

Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.

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And don't worry, they're pretty short.

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