Deluminated

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Laugh by Deluminated, literature

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Laugh

These are cold nights and colder days, and you're Waking up alone, only to leave one for the other. It's a small measure of predictability, When, these days, it seems Every time I roll the dice, I get something Entirely different. A different voice. A different you. Too many variables. But we all knew the Game was rigged. So many seem to be dying this year. Being has come down with an unfortunate case of Entropy. It has to get worse before it gets better, right? Fate is a funny, funny thing. So laugh, here, at this end of the line, While you can sit under your cold sun. So much seems to be dying this year.

Defense -Only a Teardrop Away by Deluminated, literature

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Defense -Only a Teardrop Away

"Defense Is Only a Teardrop Away" – 11/21/04 Alone. Cold. And it's not working out like you'd planned. The grey days and unresolved conflicts have you on the edge. Trust separates fear from love, And the line is so fine that it's slicing your soul. But for the red screening all that you see, You'd never even care. Feed your doubts to the fire you're building, And no one will ever find your insecurity. Close your eyes to all the Fear in the world, And burn 'til you're not cold anymore. Numb. Desolate. Your logic is pushing up daisies with the rest As you claw for something to hold onto. With narcissism your greatest

Election Night by Deluminated, literature

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Election Night

"Election Night" – 11/2/04 The fate of the nation hangs from lonely jack-o-lantern lights, And your love smacks of false idolatry.... That wrong decision threw you into a graveyard spin, And like Kennedy, you can't tell where sky ends and water begins. Dead languages compete with new technology, But history is easy to learn; it only repeats itself. The drums of change are beating in time with their hearts, But ours is a nation of deaf marchers. Rampant standards and quotas outrun the true demography And the race is over before it began. Futile discussions cut off at the source, and are instead Replaced by nervous habits, lou

Power by Deluminated, literature

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Power

When the storm comes, I have to be there. I want to feel the temperature drop In one minute eternity. I want to feel the static in the air Envelop me, on the edge of sensory perception. I want to feel the thunder roll the ground In tiny waves beneath me. I have to be there. I want to see the forked flashes fall, Archaic messages from an angry god. I want to see the reverse rain created As the drops bounce off of the ground, back into the air. I want to see the streets emptied and the umbrellas shaken Through the water trickling into my eyes. I have to be there. I want to hear the sigh of the water rushing Around

Eukaryotes by Deluminated, literature

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Eukaryotes

You. What's in a name? Nothing. Everything. If it's your name. You. ...I once convinced a guy that I never wore goggles when I swam. Because my eyes were windows to my soul. And I did not want them fogged. I could convince him. But...not you. With you there is no walking around It. It. Why does capitalizing a word make it sound so different? The truth. And I. I can't avoid what is real with mockery or with sarcasm. Nor can I voice what is real. Because I don't know. But sometimes... Sometimes I think that I'll wake from one of my skewed dreams, And find that my entire life was...nothing. A story.

Life and Times or Riddance by Deluminated, literature

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Life and Times or Riddance

The disturbing sound of the coffee brewing At five fifteen When the dreams are still trying to win And the stars still rule the sky. The predawn restiveness At seven twenty-eight When the world decides to wake And breakfast is cold on the table. The distant light of the overcast morning At ten fifty-two When the grey of the sky bleeds into the pavement And the green calls to you through open windows and doors. The lenthening of shadows you hadn't known were there At three forty-nine When the clouds let go of the moisure they held And the droplets roll off of the grass like life is in time lapse photography. The moment, after t

Iron by Deluminated, literature

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Iron

Cold, cold classrooms. Learning from myself. Infinity's pride competes with cellular impatience. My long sleeves covered with beloved ink stains, Rough grain on the table, But my senses can't be trusted. And I don't know why you're not blind. Lying looks, And words. Truthful words. Words to set you free. The ink stops flowing, And the black fades to grey. Or does the grey fade to black? Approval sought for lovers that leave bruises. Scars. Chasms of debt. Codes. Rhythms. Labels. And we all know what I am. And that shiny badge won't help him now... Not without the words. And here I am, praying for that phonecall. Praying to

Corners by Deluminated, literature

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Corners

It is beginnings. And it is endings. You huddle around the newborn and its mother. The squalling pink child with the tiny socks, color-coded to match its gender. And you are amazed at the new life before you. And so You question my fascination with the ironic, with the dying. But how can you, when the vivid cast of the sunset is visible, and changing, A heart wrenchingly painful reminder. Every. Single. Day. That It is beginnings, And it is endings. And after all, you can't stop either of them.

Smile by Deluminated, literature

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Smile

Sometimes I smile For no apparent reason, during the day. But the reasons are apparent to me. I smile At the way you turn drudgery into absurdity, Because if you have to spend the time anyway, why not have fun? At the way every movie is quotable, and none is bad enough to leave, Because low budget slasher films are that much more entertaining. At the way you know a song for every occasion, Because music is your first love. At the way you won't wear a band's t-shirt until you've seen them play, Because it's a right of passage. At the way you can't stand to sleep more than eight hours a day, Because life is short enough as

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Summer by Deluminated, literature

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Summer

It was high summer, and the girl lay in the middle of the bridge without a care. Her back was aligned with the double yellow stripe running down the middle of the road. She had always wondered at the origin of the stripes. Who painted those on, anyway? How does one become a road-stripe-painter? She thought they must have had low standards, for the line was straying drunkenly to one side or the other every so often before straightening out again, as the locals did, and always had done. Fireflies floated through the air, lighting themselves briefly against the dark and making easy targets of themselves among the trees. This time she was

Anathema by Deluminated, literature

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Anathema

Free hours spent scurrying, and Scheduled moments dragging by are Making me part of a chain gang Set to demolish my own sanity, For you, for the world. And I'm spiraling downward, with My every thought shouting At gravity to get a life, 'Cause my fall has nothing to do with it, or With you, with the world. Rain is idly falling up, but I sit alone, knowing it's only my perspective, Keeping me aloof of their lives, Allowing me to drift slowly away From you, from the world. The years are short, but my days are long. Grey time fades to black, Offers a hostage in place of my mood, And I'm free laugh at myself, and At you, at t

Truly by Deluminated, literature

Darkness Before Time by Deluminated, literature

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Darkness Before Time

In the Darkness before Time, Rigolei stalked through Existence wearing a smug smile. In actuality, he had no physical form, so you might question his ability to wear any kind of smile at all, or how he might manage to stalk. You might even be wondering how I can call such a thing "he," but that, I will tell you, is for simplicity's sake. There is no succinct word to describe him fully, excepting one: Rigolei. Rigolei was an arrogant creature, and rightfully so. It was, after all, the Darkness, even before Time. Why, Existence was scarcely a step above Oblivion at this point. So Rigolei sauntered through Existence, for saunter it had become.

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Signing Off by Deluminated, literature

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Signing Off

It was one of those days. The kind of day when it seems that everything that can go badly, does. It had been raining steadily all day, the way that Oklahoma summer storms turn the world grey, occasionally breaking in over the static in the air to grumble discontentedly. She'd just begun to look forward to falling asleep to the backdrop of the distant thunder when it ceased. Really, looking back at the day, not all that much had gone wrong. She'd slept in, gotten up, eaten some soup around noon to break her fast. The rest of the day had been spent trying to write an ending to her story. But that wasn't the sort of trouble a bad day br

Needing, Screaming by Deluminated, literature

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Needing, Screaming

I'm just wasting time now I've met my word count quota for the day I know there's nothing left, but the feeling is there It cascades through me, an aurora demanding, Needing, Screaming To be released. My life is a game now And I appear to be losing There's nothing I can do, and I know it So I'm trapped on the inside, Needing, Screaming To be released. You care, or you say you do. Perhaps I just imagined it, put words in your mouth... You might never have told me That you had this pent up emotion Needing, Screaming To be released. Life has no synonyms, for practicality's sake. There's nothing close to human, with our An

End of Summer by Deluminated, literature

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End of Summer

Summer over soon Just twelve hours, and counting. Hope of sleep is gone. R.E.M. plays again And "It's the End of the World" I guess I feel fine. You know, I just realized: When school starts, it's closer to Going back to TIP. Three more years at home At that same building...high school. Seems short, if you think. God, six a.m. swim. I'd forgotten about that. Better than five, though. But this isn't real. The Haiku isn't, I mean. "Nature" concept's gone. Might as well give up. Summer reading's not done yet. Time's running out.

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Election Night by Deluminated, literature

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My Desktop by Deluminated, visual art

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: USA, North America, the Earth, the Solar System, Western Spiral Arm, Milky Way Galaxy, the Universe
Favourite genre of music: Rock.
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iTunes
Shell of choice: Tortoise
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint.
Skin of choice: Lightly tanned.
Favourite cartoon character: Dib from Invader Zim
Personal Quote: "But the French don't have a word for 'entrepreneur.'" --Our Honorable President, George W

Favourite Movies

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Shins, Guster, They Might Be Giants, Ben Folds, Pretty Girls Make Graves

Favourite Writers

George R.R. Martin

Favourite Games

Twilight Princess

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64 or Game Cube

Tools of the Trade

Opposable thumbs

Other Interests

Reading. Books. Watching other people's art...being cynical...Philosophy and unanswered questions.

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Deluminated

Nov 24, 2004

Of all the people...

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Of all the people subscribed to me, and considering how seldom I submit these days, you'd think one of them would go "Oh, look, Deluminated wrote something new." I'm...really sleepy.

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Deluminated

Nov 2, 2004

The Election of Doom

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If you're over eighteen, for the love of whatever gods you believe in, VOTE. If you're not, for the love of those same gods, tell whoever IS old enough to vote! Now that I've done my job. A haiku I wrote about my Halloween night: "Love" and quarrels, plus Costumes sans the falsity. Could it be better?

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Deluminated

Oct 17, 2004

How the West Was Won and Where It Got Us.

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...The title is, of course, spawned from an R.E.M. song. Which was, in turn, inspired by the fact that  at this very moment , my brother is at an R.E.M. concert in California. And guess who gets a t-shirt. That's right I do. I went to an independent film festival with :~Demyrie (https://www.deviantart.com/demyrie): and had a blast. The movie was not the best quality, but it was supremely entertaining, as is Demmie.

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rpolson

Mar 22, 2007

Wow, you are crazy good!
Waiting for your next work!

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leandrotlz

Dec 13, 2004

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, DELUMINATED!!!

I wish you peace of mind, prosperity through the year, happiness that multiplies, health for you and yours, fun around every corner, energy to chase your dreams and joy to fill your holidays!