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Flames. by coolio197, literature

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Flames.

Flames. They are beautiful. Twisting around our minds, not burning, but grasping. Clenching like fingertips to a brittle piece of brick. Our hearts, they are engulfed by emotion, constant fear and joy. Tidal waves of fire, lapping at the pure sanity of our common sense. A hot coal, a glowing ember, each piece necessary for operation. Guilt wraps around the decisions of our lives, testing their validity. The only thing holding us to this happiness is the love, the bond. The thin liaison between strength, responsibility, and searing pain.

Beginning of the End by coolio197, literature

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Beginning of the End

My phone drops and hits the linoleum floor. The crack echoes throughout the court room. The LCD screen glows against the darkness of the room. My green eyes swell with hatred and depression. "All custody belongs to the mother, Melissa Tyson." My cousin grimaces, and his Ex hugs her mother. She had lied, reported domestic abuse. And she had reported it straight to the police on the day she couldn't take it anymore. Father's Day. With one kid from a past father-Kyle-and Alex, their two year old daughter, she had left the couple's apartment and never returned. I stood as an idol to these kids, and they looked up to me. They would never get to s

Half Moon Capitol: Introduction by coolio197, literature

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Half Moon Capitol: Introduction

I slump in my chair, knowing that I should go to bed. My parents tell me that my girlfriend isn't worth losing sleep over, and I slowly register that I should really listen to them. I quickly type a sweet parting to her, and then the laptop is closed. The embers in our fire had been drawn short, and only a few still were glowing. It was only a half moon tonight, and the dew on the grass sparkles with every rustle of the wind. Father shakes me out of my trace after nagging on my bad typing technique, and then I rush up the stairs to bed. I close the moaning door, and I hope in the bed. It moans with every movement I decide to make while the

Leaving the rage by coolio197, literature

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Leaving the rage

I burn in the water, I swim in the fire, I drill through the wind, I soar through the rocks, I glisten in the dark, I cast shadows on light, I let the old be young, I make the poor feel loved, I dim Christmas fests, I sweeten the bitter, I give life to stone, I gift death to gold, I beat hearts to music, I sing music to love, I love the lonely, And I leave all the rage.

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Flames. by coolio197, literature

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Flames.

Beginning of the End by coolio197, literature

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Beginning of the End

Half Moon Capitol: Introduction by coolio197, literature

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Half Moon Capitol: Introduction

Leaving the rage by coolio197, literature

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Leaving the rage

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The Dying sun by Emoninjamaster22, literature

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The Dying sun

The Dead Sun My days are long. My days are warm. My mouth stays dry. My arms are cripple and weak from staying in the heat! I smell of burring rubber. Not one passerby looks at me for I am blinding. I circle the world in search of a replacement. But not one person or creature will take my job. I sit in the sky all day. At night I cry. But my eyes are to dry to shed a tear. I want to be the moon. But no that is my sister. I have to be the sun. She will not trade with me! Not that I don't understand. All those stars love her. You think since they are baby suns they love my too! But alas they have never met me. I want them

My Dog by Emoninjamaster22, literature

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My Dog

Dottie She is old but sweet. She is close to her age of nothing. Far too close for my comfort. Oh what will I do when that dreaded time is here? Will I weep? Will I even care? Oh course I will. She cannot always be here. But I will still wish. I do not believe in wishes. But I do believe in hope And that is what I will do. Until the day she is gone. And even still after. She will always be my dog. My savior. My Dottie. She has been there for me. I will be there for her. Until and still after she is not mine to keep. When she Is no longer mine I will still fight. But only for her. Because not one person. Not one living

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Mar 17
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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Heya. Well, this is my Bio! But I guess I should give a little information about myself. well, as you can see I take an interest in Disney(mostly Oswald) here. Usually I draw lots more realistic drawings with scenery, but because of the seasons I have not been able to go to some of my favorite spots. My friends say I have a great sense of humor, and I am known to be one of the best artists of my grade(It really dosent show in my drawings, but I guess they are right). I only do traditional art for now, mostly pencil and ink(plus paint and thinner).

Favourite Visual Artist

I dunno(haha)

Favourite Movies

Disney Movies, Inception, Harry Potter, Source Code,

Favourite TV Shows

Spongebob, Phineas & Ferb, Those shows for 3 year olds

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The fray, Linkin park, Green day, Matchbox Twenty, Panic! At the disco, Fallout boy

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, 39 Clues, Artemis Fowl

Favourite Writers

J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordan, Etc.

Favourite Games

Monopoly Deal, Ker-plunk, EXTREME Hide and Seek, Woodchips, Basketball, Baseball, EPIC MICKEY!

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii, Ds, Ipod touch?

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, ink, oil pastel (Do you count paint and thinner)

Other Interests

Music, Playing trumpet, Outside stuff, swimming, building with random items, falling up stairs, being clumsy, playing with water

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coolio197

Jun 27, 2012

Fighter

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The Battle is over. The war has been won. You lay in the darkness, Motionless and numb. The scars you have earned, And the lives you have saved. They don't mean a thing, To the victors that day. Your eyes swell with tears and your heart shrinks some more Your broken body thinks What did I do this for You did it for love You did it for life And now you lay hurt Still feeling the strife The victors yell and prosper as the horizon gleams brighter Your last breath leaves your body The big-hearted fighter.

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coolio197

Jun 20, 2012

OKAY-DOKAY, HERE I AM!

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Hello beings of Deviant Art! Wow. It's been a long time. But really, lets celebrate, its summer! I want to cover a few things. First and foremost, if you dont know who Emoninjamaster22 is, then check her out! She is very great at literature and has a huge interest in photography. Her and I are actually working on a novel as a team at the moment, so stay tuned for a great and interesting story to read by TWO PEOPLE! Anywho, I am sorry to all those watchers out there(i know you're out there, somewhere...), I am deeply sorry about this huge gap in production. I actually just inherited an acoustic guitar, so my attention is taken up on learnin

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coolio197

Apr 4, 2012

Endless dusk of despair.

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I run away from the flames that swallow the world. I only look ahead as the plumes of smoke float overhead. I pant, heavily breathing in any fresh air. I escape the fire, halting at the cobblestone track. I look to the horizon, it does not alleviate. I gasp at our kingdom, burning with spite. I watch the skies turn dark, and the castle collapse. I cry as I see others drop to the ground. I stand as we fall into a new world and grasp. I stagger back, I fall into the dry fountain. I realize our drought and our unlucky struggle. I feel despair as our new world shuns all hope.