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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I have failed as an artist, I have failed due to my own procrastinistic nature and my inability to acknowledge beauty. I have failed due to my own lack of skill within carrying out my abstract capacity, part of my failure is due to my ignorance; in which I have reflected upon. Of course as an artist...
  • Reviews > Video game reviews
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    Aliens vs. Predator, also known by fans as Aliens vs. Predator 3 or AVP3 to distinguish it from earlier titles, is a 2010 video game developed by Rebellion Developments and published by Sega for the PC, PlayStation 3 and Xbox 360. Aliens vs. Predator is an astounding 1st person shooter, with brillia...
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    Outlast is a single player horror game, that truly redefined the standard for the horror genre of video games in this generation. With outstanding graphics and yet horrendous gorey and foul scenes that will leave a scar in your memory,(In a good way.) Red Barrels (The designers of the production.) s...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    A tragedy to behold, when birds forget how to fly, to feel mother natures sorrow, listening to cardinals commit suicide. Left for the insolence to heckle, as mother nature cries, amidst the noise of the forests rustle, One might still hear cardinals commit suicide. Shan’t not forget the mo...
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    The birds halted their melodies, the air was morbid on that sorrow some day, the silence in itself was deafening, the silence that only sleeping dogs portray. the sun turned its back on my world, the river slowed its pace, the silence was dreadful and cold, the silence that only sleeping dogs...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    What happens when your own eyes deceive? When all of life's majestic beauty is engulfed by the dark. Trivial is our memory, When all the good is forgot. Trivial is me... Rotten is humanity, When corrupted by the hatred and greed. Dead is the soul, The second we're born. Rott...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Let me listen to the trees whistling to the wind, Let me see the sun set in the ill sorrow dusk. Let me feel the emotions of a mans soul once bent, Let me feel something besides the rubble and dust. Let me into your heart ever so enlightening, Let me hear the angels harp for just one glorious m...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Can you see the crumbling walls of cities long forgot, burning ruins in the mind of yesterday, Neigh does it matter for let skyscrapers replace the rot, purely for the entertainment of the human race. Replace the old and rusted. Can you see the oceans destroyed by mankind's failur...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Scattered thoughts and painterly strokes, painting from memory, but memory forgets. That one field of green and yellow, where the sunflowers would grow, Painting each stroke of when the summer sun illy sets. Coveting the masterpiece. And with such rush that the artist would paint, ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    They fought, The others, they fall. They slaughter each other And I just watched it all. I’m sick, so sick. I’ tired of all this. Children killing themselves, because they lack the will live. I just sat back and watched, As the children they fought. Their cries of pain haunt me...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Blood dripping like rain in april, Pouring like the niagra falls. Look around at the chaos of Red-Wind hill, Cometh not for the brood still brawls. Envy the dead... The fumes of battle makes the spine wither and chill, The soldiers ready for death but oh know they fear. Woe for the one...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Tick, tock, tick, tock, The symphony of our demise. The melody of our wasted lives. It is the song played in the back of our head, It plays even once we are dead. Tick, tock, tick, tock, It tells us to make haste, Before our time goes to waste, Forgotten in ashes and left to decay. ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    These imperfections you gave, These hearts full of hate. Forgotten and forsaken, Created but wasted. Are you alive? Are we dead in your eyes? Let the hate bond us, Bound by this gun. And when we are all gone, He will know the horrors of what he has done. Are you alive? Are we de...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Theres a man taking names, big and almighty indeed. He decides who to forgive and who to blame, He shall decide who to let in when the ladders come down… There will be a crowning of the masses when the man comes down, He shall give the ones loyal a golden crown. And the rest shall burn in the h...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Wind sweeps the sand unending, The barren of nature unrelenting and unforgiving. Woe for those who are lost in sorrow desert, left to feed the starved buzzard. They are given a dusty tomb... Flesh eaten by scavengers with little concern, only to become bones to feed the earth. Forsaken...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Lovely in whole, Beauty so true. Eyes that shine with a subtle illuminance, And glimmer like the morning dew. Walking with ease and little worry, keeping a steady pace. Kept true through the years, but within there is slight and subtle decay. A Disguise for the horrors that lie beneath, A ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    A criminal, wanted by many. A thief, wanted only stealing coin for himself. He was thinking of taking a taxi to town of eden, but he wanted to save a bit of money. He decided to walk the distance, mainly out of greed. He walked into the forest, a small shortcut. The air was acrid with the scent of d...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The dark nights without sleep, without dreams, leading to a question... What does life mean? Oh How I pondered... But I could never find my answer. I grew weary,restless and tired, my face it began to fill with wrinkles. I eventually came to only one conclusion. To kill my inner nightmares, and dest...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    My hands began to wobble, Anxiety began to envelop me, I tapped my pencil on the desk and I pondered with thoughts. What to write, What to write? Nothing, not even the slightest spark came to me! Where has it gone, oh woe, my creativity has vanished! Am I an artist no more! I have been struck by th...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Dear Anonymous: It has been so long since you tore my life away, It has been so long since you put me in a horrid dismay. No more…I say. Oh how I’ve woefully dreaded for demons to hear, Oh my woe only to be extinguished by my unrelenting fear. No more...I say. I remember that mournful ...
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    Carry my weary soul, for it can roam no more. rid me of all my woe, let fear no longer reap what this world has sown. Carry me to the green pastures where wolves run free, where even the mice of men find sanctuary. I can see it now, my life of tomorrow. Freed of Burden,worries, troubles and sorr...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Ink,paper and the power of words, the poet’s meaning are examined and observed. Oil paint, canvas and the immense creative thought, the mind of an artist is a wondrous plot. Orchestra, Chorus and conductor too, the musician’s melodies are rightful and true. The most convenient of materials, t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Oh my brother I know you are ailing, oh my brother it is not your fault for your failing. Oh my brother we were set at odds, oh my brother please forgive my wrongs. Oh my brother we can be family once more, oh my brother say no - no more. Oh my brother I know of your anger, oh my brother you&#...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Oh stars that I may call my own, oh the stars of my home. Oh the stripes of my land, oh the stripes which still stand. Oh the the colors majestic and oh so smooth, Oh the colors red, white and blue… Oh the stars of my fifty friends, oh the stars and the message they send. Oh the stripes and...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    If I were to walk a thousand miles with no destination, I would end up no where. If I changed the world but had no cause, no one would remember my name. If I went to the death-seat for being martyr but had no one to at my funeral, no one would know of my deed. If I spoke upon the world a literar...

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