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in comparison by Active-Radio, literature

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in comparison

Transition from one reality to another, Because these people, these people, These people don't have any meaning. They don't talk to me, don't think of me, They no longer have anything to do with me. What are these faces I'm looking at? Who do they belong to? Who is that? "What are they doing now?" "Who are they dating now?" ("are they still a virgin?") (what does it really matter?) The fucking, fucking, all this talk of fucking, It makes me queasy and a little tired. I start to feel quiet and hopeless, I start to feel like I'm losing a friend. And so I'm drinking a lot because I'm old, Because that's what old people do, right?

nothing. by Active-Radio, literature

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nothing.

I want to waste away the day Singing songs beside the river, Reading old books in the library, Playing games in your basement, Watching movies in the theatre, And talking about it over dinner. I want to be able to do these things Without a care for time or place, Or what tomorrow may bring us. To be free of these restrictions, These coincidences and contracts, Would be like heaven on earth. I want to waste away the day, Waste the day away with you.

hands by Active-Radio, literature

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hands

Let me show you an old house full of broken things: Shattered windows, torn couches, crushed hearts, A smashed television, and a guitar with no strings. I'll take you upstairs to my old room with two beds, One desk, a chair, and a collection of butterfly wings. We can sit on the wooden floor and talk about love, How it burns, how it cools, how it shocks and stings. Allow me to memorize the warmth of your hands, Their lines, joints, and all of your colorful rings. I'll show you something tangible, something real, And you can tell me the appropriate way to feel.

not a hero by Active-Radio, literature

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not a hero

My mind is intermittent, walking in a spiral, Towards an unattainable, ambiguous goal. I am met with threshold after threshold, But I never quite make it through the doors. It's always one coincidence or another, An inadequacy rectified via replacement. Somebody better, smarter, stronger, With a better body and a chiseled chin. Only heroes can cross those barriers, And I'm no hero, just a surly, sad boy.

subterfuge by Active-Radio, literature

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subterfuge

Don't tell me anything, I'll only ever ruin everything. I don't want or need to know, I don't want to bear The burden of all your hidden truths and schemes. I'd rather be ignorant, skipping along my life happily, With my button-up shirts, music, and plastic toy girls. This time is different. I'm inspired to not conspire. I'd like it if you stopped, I'd like it if you walk way. I'd like, I'd like, I'd like for you to go. String up your shoes and take your jacket off my door, Put on your damned sunglasses and burn your way Down the sunny avenue, in your cheap red Chevrolet.

buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. by Active-Radio, literature

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buzzing, buzzing, buzzing.

I grow weary of lips, dicks, and faux-intrigue. I'm tired of the back-and-forth, the promises Nobody could be expected to ever really keep. Fuck the lies, the truths, the wide-eyed youths That turned me old before I reached my prime. Screw the tapes, the books, the confused looks And whispers that everybody can listen in on. Piss on my metaphors and figurative language.

chivalry is only for heartless assholes by Active-Radio, literature

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chivalry is only for heartless assholes

He was a man of pleasant niceties. He always held open the doors For men, women, and children. He was a man of quiet patience, A man who did exactly as he's told. The stories he was told in his youth, Promised love in exchange for kindness. So he worked away his childhood, trading All of his vices in return for more virtues. He was a man that loved quickly, And trusted without judging first. He was a man that loved once, And now lays in his bed alone Cursing all his good intentions.

what a tangled web! by Active-Radio, literature

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what a tangled web!

My dark, kind eyes were never enough. They could not fill the hole in your heart. Only my soft-spoken, silver-tongued words Could soothe the troubles of your soul. They would then fester away into demons Who laugh, joke, and run around in circles. My irises are like space, empty and alone. They are not like the ocean, or the earth, Or the summer leaves that linger and die. But my tongue could paint nature's picture In realistic colours and shades, beautifully False, but no one ever knew the difference. I did it all: I created love through moving lips, I've earned a badge in bullshitting, I am the maestro of make believe. The de

sincerely. by Active-Radio, literature

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sincerely.

The smiley-faced educators of my youth spoke lies. Lies of kindness, karma, and reaching for the stars. I've reached, yes, I've strained my arms up to the sky And have not touch clouds, nor stars, nor the moon. My masquerading mentors then told me to look inside, For the joys of life existed only in one's heart and mind. So I reached inside and sliced up my heart, handing off One piece to every person I had ever thought I loved. I am heartless now, and my spirit is growing numb. The clouds and stars in the sky still show me no affection, They dance and sparkle and flirt with my eyes, But stay unreachable, unattainable, and do not a

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buzzing, buzzing, buzzing.

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chivalry is only for heartless assholes

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what a tangled web!

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sincerely.

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Special Sundaes- Sammur-amat's Sunday Features by Sammur-amat, journal

Special Sundaes- Sammur-amat's Sunday Features

Jun 3, 2012

PLEASE :+fav: this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!:heart: The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, I feel like it should be a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado this Sunday's Specials:heart: Literature :thumb206041523: :thumb208244578: :thumb199424153: :thumb212758149: :thumb211383276: :thumb183696063: :thumb206257932: :thumb196962605: :thumb204830726: :thumb205160038: Traditional Art :thumb214791488: :thumb216689973: :thumb216643810: :thumb217275978: :thumb176748125: :thumb158997626: :thumb214093801: :thumb2

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i'm declining your offer. by Active-Radio, literature

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i'm declining your offer.

The world is telling me to abandon the chase, To settle down promptly and save some grace. "What use do you have?" They would dare ask, "You're nothing but a fool wearing a tragic mask. You're the archetype of inadequate performance, An old representation of a failed anti-conformance. This is my offer; you should consider yourself blessed, You won't see another chance to get rid of this jest."

i'm declining your offer.

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Artist // Student // Literature

June 27, 1980
Canada
Deviant for 16 years
www.theweeklysupernova.com/
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My Bio

A voice surrounded by echoes.

This is J.P. Webster. He's a little worried about his future.

Sometimes he is a gentleman, other times he is a scholar, but is rarely both at the same time.

Favourite Visual Artist

Picasso/Warhol

Favourite Movies

Fight Club/Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Favourite TV Shows

Community

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles

Favourite Books

Infinite Jest, The Stand, Catcher in the Rye

Favourite Writers

Poet: Philip Larkin| Writer: Stephen King, David Foster Wallace

Favourite Games

OBLIVION/KOTOR/FALLOUT 3/MASS EFFECT 2

Favourite Gaming Platform

I'm a PC.

Tools of the Trade

A computer, and my mind

Other Interests

Writing, reading, bass, other things

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Jul 25, 2011

Reminder: I Have a Blog

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I'll offer any favors that aren't of a sexual/humiliating nature if you'll please take some time to read my blog :D http://www.theweeklysupernova.com/ You'll love it, I promise.

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Jun 6, 2011

don't forget to use your commas!

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Some aspiring writers stay aspiring writers for the rest of their lives for one overlooked reason: in the process of being aspiring writers, they tend to focus more on their ideas and how to cleverly use literary devices than they ever do on harnessing the raw power of grammar. I know I've been prone to doing this myself, and as a result I've written some poetry that are quite honestly grammatical trainwrecks (a lot of them don't see the light of day, the few that do I label as 'abstract'). What young writers need to wrap around their head, and something I'm constantly wrapping around my own head, is that using clever literary devices is pre

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May 10, 2011

The Echo Beat

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Let me show you my shiny new group: #TheEchoBeat (https://www.deviantart.com/theechobeat) (this is me trying to reach out more, I won't let myself become a recluse)