Velvet-Angst

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Words about a girl by Velvet-Angst, literature

commit it to memory by Velvet-Angst, literature

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commit it to memory

We laid in your bed disrupted from sleep. You told me how you felt and then distanced from me. I commited to memory The smell of your hair, the touch of your skin, and the nice things you wear. Our last days had been more akin to a dream. Having to wake up doesn't seem okay to me. I reach out to touch you, then think nevermind. I reach out to touch you, hoping to find. I pull on my clothes. Tell you I love you. Afraid this'll be the last time I see you sleeping so soundly a baby to me. Commit this to memory and then turn to leave. I reach out to touch you, then think nevermind. I reach out to touch you.

11:11 by Velvet-Angst, literature

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11:11

i drove by our old apartment tonight...i knew it would be empty. you already moved out/ you already moved on. i slowed down as i rode past. i swear i could hear our laughter drifting out of the windows, spilling into the street. i remembered coming home, and you waiting at the door for me. happily exclaiming that i was home. you would hug me, or kiss, or just flash me your smile and those eyes. the cat we shared; he too would come running. it felt good to have something to come home too. if you weren't home, if you were at work, the cat would still greet me. we'd hang out on the couch patiently awaiting your arrival. if you had a hard day, i'

happy dead memories by Velvet-Angst, literature

On Finding Myself, Finding My Freedom by Velvet-Angst, literature

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On Finding Myself, Finding My Freedom

A wound that should be left alone, left to heal, I pick and I pick, until the scab I can peel. The sharp and sudden pain, reminding me what is real. The tender subcutaneous tissue, to the world, I reveal. I invite the pain into my house like a welcomed guest. But it is not for the pain that I embark upon this quest. So please, while I explain, hold your questions I request. While I sit in my room, gauge the reaction, a test. I barred my windows and doors like I was keeping something out, But it was within that I kept everything, of this I have not a doubt. The walls, through them you could hear neither whisper nor shout. I was fool

Your Ghost and Mine by Velvet-Angst, literature

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Your Ghost and Mine

I painted the walls with memories of your ghost, White wash became a canvas for my splattered imagination. You are gone, you are gone and I am left lost. Shades of color mix and swirl as you stand by me; ethereal. The moments I recollect are always short, sweet; ephemeral. The filtered light through the window lands upon my back, I am warmed and for a moment I think you're really there. But you are gone, you are gone and I am left alone. Days stretch on and begin to feel infinite, unending, never ceasing. I paint for hours, your image, but the clock refuses to push forward. The moon finally shows its cratered face, so bright, but so

There Are No More Homes by Velvet-Angst, literature

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There Are No More Homes

Falling from favor like a spoilt king stooped upon a throne, The lies surround me, confound me, Keep me company whilst alone. I break like chains rusted from the rain, I crumble like so many weather beaten statues. There is no escape from this torment, this pain. There is no chasing after you. Once the horizon held boundless adventure and enterprise, But now it lies shrouded, clouded with limits. Life goes on, but no longer does it hold any surprise. Artificiality is all that I know in this life. A certain discontent seeps into my bones. Endless, ceaseless, unrelenting strife. There is no going back, there are no more homes. A

Looking for Inspiration by Velvet-Angst, literature

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Looking for Inspiration

Standing in the rain for inspiration. Cooling my hot blood, Drenching my weary bones. I will stand here until the sound has stopped. The static filling the air, Infecting the world with noise. My clothes are soaked, and my teeth chatter, But it has finally stopped, And all I hear is the rain. The static has lifted itself and left my head, I am free to think again. Free to be alive. I stood in the rain for inspiration. I cooled my hot blood, And drenched my weary bones. I stood there until the sound stopped. All I hear is the rain.

Charles Mingus: A Character in Jazz by Velvet-Angst, literature

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Charles Mingus: A Character in Jazz

If life is a story, and we are all but characters writ upon a page, then it is apt to be noted that every story has its share of eccentric personalities. Here we come upon a very peculiar character in the story of jazz. He is one that is mixed up and confused, and is remembered as such, "He wanted to be one or the other but he was a little of everything, wholly nothing, of no race, country, flag, or friend," (Vogan 151). However, as we will see, he transcends the boundaries of race, creed, and music to create something entirely new and different. He manages to evolve into someone who is ranked among the old guard with the ranks of Thelonious

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Words about a girl by Velvet-Angst, literature

commit it to memory by Velvet-Angst, literature

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commit it to memory

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11:11

happy dead memories by Velvet-Angst, literature

On Finding Myself, Finding My Freedom by Velvet-Angst, literature

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On Finding Myself, Finding My Freedom

Your Ghost and Mine by Velvet-Angst, literature

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Your Ghost and Mine

There Are No More Homes by Velvet-Angst, literature

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There Are No More Homes

Looking for Inspiration by Velvet-Angst, literature

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Looking for Inspiration

Charles Mingus: A Character in Jazz by Velvet-Angst, literature

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Charles Mingus: A Character in Jazz

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Passing By by Contradictory55, literature

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Passing By

Sitting on a bench I watch as people pass me by. They're all busy with their own lives And me? I'm a watcher, a waiter, As in a person who's waiting. Waiting for a train, A bus, A car ride, A person. Still sitting on this bench, Ten minutes have passed. I've spent them watching Wondering where people are going. What are they doing? Are they living As I'm waiting? Waiting for a book, A new idea, Some inspiration to strike. Fifteen minutes have passed Sitting on this bench. Five minutes since I began scribbling This poem As other people pass me by. I'm tired of waiting, Waiting for anything, Anything at all, Because,

Diversity by pianokeys457, literature

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Diversity

A trip around the globe Brings you round and round You see colors Of vibrant shades You celebrate cultures Of mystical tradition You hear languages Of foreign voices You experience music Of magnificent melodies You smell fragrances Of copious origin You sample delicacies Of exotic ingredients You communicate with Others through smiles You laugh with People you have never met You ignore the lens Of color, race, religion, and lifestyle You cond through Boundaries that are foolishly drawn You cherish The world's diversity

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Dreaming by soulxeaterxfangirl, literature

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Dreaming

Today I made the choice to dream again, Maybe soon I can normal.Like my friends. But in my dream I saw face that made me scream. Seeing you there, A dream of a happier place. I saw you holding me in your arm, smiling and laughing. Such as happy of a sight, I wanted to cry. But just as happy that dream came, it left. Leaving me in a world where if I asked for a hug, you'd walk away. This is not a world in which i want to stay. I'll close my eyes and try to dream again. I love it in my dreams, where at least your my friend.

A walk down the street by katr14, literature

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A walk down the street

People look at me They see me Judge my appearance My approach My attitude They believe I am an angel One who can´t kill a fly But I know they are wrong People choose to pass me They might take a quick glance But they are still walking Walking away from me They know how I am I am the same Dull Boring Predictable And I am a different type in their eyes But still I know I am worth a lot more Or am I? The society People here at the street And the people I see every day Makes me doubt

A road to the unknown by xxCoRyShIeLdSxx, literature

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A road to the unknown

So far, my potential has come to known, what it can be & what it has shown. But it feels that my shadow is now my clone, because I feel I'm on a road into the unknown. It feels that I don't know today, that I am lost or don't know the way. It seems to me that I cannot say, what I think is good or should I leave or stay. My potential feels weak from what I've known, so different yet same from the things it has shown. Creating a shadow that I call my clone, as I feel I'm on a road into the unknown. I walk along the crowds of many, confusing who I am; thinking my name is Benny. Dumbfounded because of thoughts I'm forgetting, like

An empty me- by disruptedvice, literature

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An empty me-

All that is me is flowing out of my chest, air waves multiplying, conversing as they fly. They're dispersing all around me, and clinging to whatever's there- they're attaching to simple things- and wanting people's hearts. all that is flowing out of me, is really flowing under me- searching for homes in the blue green sea- or until I've gone away. That spark that's missing in my eyes- I know where it's gone. hidden in a woman's secret cabinet waiting for a hint of desire. Please don't think less of me- out for the counting me- losing all I am me- such an empty me.

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My Perpetual Inspiration by Velvet-Angst, literature

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My Perpetual Inspiration

Every artist needs his personal muse. Every poet needs a beauty upon which to peruse. You have been of perpetual inspiration. You awake in me an unknown sensation. The sculptor needs his model and the painter his scene. It is upon your gentle curves that my pen is so keen. I write for you, I write to alight your heart. It is only in you that I find that unique spark. Marrying my pen to paper in delight, The world disappears when I catch upon your sight. Everything melts away and my mind goes into a flurry Of activity as I scribble out my heart in a hurry. I dine on your image every night in my notebook. I mull over every detail u

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Dec 10, 1990
United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Summer Wars, Pitch Black, Serenity, Across The Universe, 28 Days Later, The Good The Bad and The Wierd

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M*A*S*H, Futurama, Arrested Development, Anything that has to do with space and/or physics

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Explosions in the Sky, Sigur Ros, Lucero, William Elliot Whitmore, La Dispute

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Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Boneshaker, The Man in the High Castle, Where the Sidewalk Ends, World War Z, Battle Royale

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Douglas Adams, Stephen King, Shel Silverstien, Chuck Klosterman

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Velvet-Angst

Jan 2, 2012

My Academic Essays

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This past semester I've spent a lot of time researching and penning my various academic essays, as I had quite the work-load of essay-heavy classes. This cut in deeply to the amount of written work I did otherwise. However, these works are no less artistic expressions of myself than my poetry or other prose. So, that being said, I wished to express them to the community as a whole. Some of the subjects I found more interesting than others, and I think that can be seen in the quality of the work presented. I hope, if anyone reads them, they come away with some new knowledge.

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Velvet-Angst

Dec 29, 2011

Poetry Time

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I'm sick and tired of this feeling. I am miserable and nothing good is coming of it. At least when I am normally miserable I get some poetry out of it, or some interesting ideas, but lately I've just felt dead to the world. I've decided to exclude myself from the majority of the rest of the world. I deleted my Facebook and pulled myself out of the black hole that is social networking. I don't need all that fake-friendships bullshit infecting my life. This decision actually upset a lot of people I've considered my friends, and that has only strengthened my resolve that it was the right thing to do. Anything like that, that is so superficial, a

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Velvet-Angst

Mar 1, 2011

More, really, I am.

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I'm gonna start writing more. Even if I feel like it is crap I'm gonna post it anyway.

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Contradictory55

Dec 11, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Dontpretendtoknow

Jul 16, 2012

how have u been buddy?!

Velvet-Angst

Jul 16, 2012

I've been good. Actually, probably the best I've been in awhile. There lies a daunting road ahead of me, as I move out into the big-big world on my own, but it is the most exciting time. Life has also had its downs lately, the mistress of fate can really be a bitch with a twisted sense of humor sometimes. My mom is having chemo therapy for the next several months, so it figures that shit would start as soon as I move out. I feel almost like I'm bailing on her, but she understands and she has a support team in the family that dislikes me, so it's cool.

Starting big-boy college in a month of so. I recently got my associates degree from the local community college and now I am off to tire away at two years at ISU to finish off my bachelor's degree and get myself a teaching certificate so I can make $40+k a year. Man do teachers live well /sarcasm/.

How have you been? I am glad to see you are still kicking.

Dontpretendtoknow

Jul 26, 2013

I'm fabulous, thanks! & happy for you. Sorry bout ur mom tho...

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Contradictory55

Feb 11, 2012

Thanks so much for the watch >.< I hope you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy yours~