GhostInAMachine

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It Is Everything... by GhostInAMachine, literature

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It Is Everything...

It Is Everything... Let's get one thing straight/ I have never written love. If I was to explain:/ It's like the voice inside the head of a puppet/ "Everything will be better after this fix," on repeat/ It asks me, begs me, for your voice before I wake/ But everyone knows the best dreams occur conscious. You are the only thing genuine/ In a world of wax and porcelain masks/ We threw nothing to waste (but kept less)/ Silence is impossible to keep/ But this noise won't last forever. If I was to explain:/ It's like the sense of self, pursued by the one, self-proclaimed, misfit/ So very real when you yourself are not-so fake/ Thes

My... by GhostInAMachine, literature

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My...

her arms are outspread and her legs are restrained by shaded grass/ from this angles, or any other, her silhouette resembles beauty only God's paint/ (sun fathering shadows of three wooden crosses from the brim of it's pinnacle) she is no carpenter; she is a criminal, the thief who stole my heart/ hanging on her podium, her ribcage is ruined, pried open by saints and soldiers/ (wings adding final touches to the shadows, bound by strings of cauterized blood) i see no sign of soul or self, but then again, it's just a shadow.

Probability of Rolling More... by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Probability of Rolling More...

Probability of Rolling More Than A One. she is just part of the crowd and doesn’t mind being just that no intention of growing up to become the world’s savior just another ant in this shit hole her and I call ‘home sweet home’ i know what you’re thinking and no this is not a love interest she was just a ghost in my past to be precise: an object eyes never seen, laid or brushed upon the point is to realize that no one is ever just a singular individual behind the smoke rising above purple-pink-black hair consists a plural individual just because school suggests no one is there or because she isn’

Don't You Remember by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Don't You Remember

Don’t You Remember In kindergarten my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. “I wanna be remembered,” I shyly stated. She took my age for granted, “You will be remembered, your friends, family and children will remember you.” “No, like the heroes you tell us about, I wanna be remembered like them. One day before recess she pulled me aside, asking if I had dreams. “I wanna be written,” I answered without pause. She thought I made a mistake. “You mean writer, you want to be a writer,” correcting me. “ No, I wanna be remembered as a character, I wanna be written.&

Thought Process by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Thought Process

Thought Process Naked soul made of tears, gnawing on the eyes of the dead. Purple heart turned red, always seen with eyes wide open, never seen through flesh covered lenses. Toy for the blind lords, shackled by fate wielding scissors and string. Mere imagination is condemning the living. God forsaken and living to die, Amen. Test my faith, test my world, test me. Depression is with me, my patience folding beneath my thoughts. Edged with hatred, truth may be within the fall. Red injected strain melts the needle from plastic to liquid. Always asleep with damp eyes and a closed door, sleeping under the covers filled with unseen&

Ever-So Silent Wind by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Ever-So Silent Wind

Ever-so Silent Wind (My Words, Your Thoughts) He grasps at the breeze’s silent rhythm, As if trying to suck the poison from a wound. But this is no mere flesh wound, no blood involved, This goes so much deeper, this is his life. The leaves stop, stuck in a fraction of time. He yields, becoming engulfed, consumed by the inevitable. How he wishes, how he regrets being reduced to this. This way, this act was not the proper way to say bye. You see, he was a mistake, an error in the texts of history. When father looked into his eyes, as rare the occasion was, It was as if he was decades upon decades of disgrace, shame. As if it wa

Why Angels Have Wings by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Why Angels Have Wings

Why Angels Have Wings A holy man once said: You are meant to stand out. Stand out as if plagued with incompetence, as if you are jailed inside your own lullabies. Stand out as if coated in ignorance, as if your lungs have inhaled to many lies. Stand out as a slave, secreting obedience, everyone envying him, for he now flies. A wise man once said: You are meant to live. Live as if meaning and purpose have subsided, only being found at the edge of suicide. Live as if this is the end, the end He decided, only to wake up, laying beside genocide. Live as if you are no longer two-sided, leaving you a message, only you can decide. A

Life by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Life

LIFE Life! It is merely there We breathe it, We live it, We are IT. What’s the point? Are we merely pawns? Pawns being played, Dice being rolled, Cards being shuffled, All we know is, Nothing... We live for the sake of living, We live to be remembered. Remembered in what? In the memories, In the experiences, In the heart, Of others. What happens when, We no longer contribute? We lose meaning, We lose purpose, We lose everything. Everything is all. When someone loses all, Then what’s the purpose Of life, Of living, Of further contribution.

Judgement Day by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Judgement Day

JUDGEMENT DAY I was never afraid of death. The thought of it just didn’t scare me. In my mind it just didn’t seem too important. It happens to everyone so I just accepted that it was going to happen to me. That is just how it happens. I have lost close friends and family but the only thing that made me uneasy about it was regret. Wishing that I would have said ‘I love you’ just one more time before they walked out the door or just doing one more favor, making their day just that much easier. Yeah, to me death had a direct relationship with regret and this time it was no different. Have you ever wondered what t

Beliefs by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Beliefs

BELIEFS Angel or Devil Holy men have their faith Living and loving for Him and Him only Breathing there last breath, in God they trust Wise men have their knowledge Live to learn, learn to die alone Their last breath is for themselves Ancient men have their honor Demanding and conquering it in battle Passing it on with their next breath All these men have something in common They live for and die with their beliefs Sighing in relief when that final moment approaches They give up everything except for what they believe And they know their beliefs are worth everything Never once regretting or doubting their judgement Now my qu

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It Is Everything... by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Genre by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Genre

GENRE I’m metal and you’re punk, and we are each our own. Built to perform, built to live in the moment. We throw our words out, making noise the background to our everything. Obsession of complexity, obscenities and diversity, producing professionalism, becomes my insight. Speed hides me behind my guitar, creating impossibilities, un-heard and un-thought of. But the precision is meant only for me, it’s what I wake and sleep too, it’s what I lean on in the dead of sound. Infatuation for simplicity, politics and polemics, becomes your charade, in fact, your facade. Your insight is the lack of useless insight,

Beliefs by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Beliefs

Judgement Day by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Judgement Day

Life by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Life

Why Angels Have Wings by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Why Angels Have Wings

Ever-So Silent Wind by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Ever-So Silent Wind

Thought Process by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Thought Process

Don't You Remember by GhostInAMachine, literature

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Don't You Remember

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Do It...Or Leave by thebratprincess, literature

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Do It...Or Leave

I walk towards the water Slipping a toe, a foot and so on Until I'm up to my chin in the cold darkness of it. The clouds above tell how things will take place. I'm numb, and goosebumps have taken over. My skin has lost is rosey tint and my lips are turning blue. Not that you'd want to kiss them anyway. I take one long, last breath And submerge myself under, pushing down. Only one hand peaks up from the abyss, Dripping and with a pose that calls out It begs to be taken a hold of So that you can pull the rest of me out. All you have to do is place your hand in mine. Take it and pull so I can breathe again. After all, you're the

I'm Pray by Kel-00Panther-FFWolf, literature

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I'm Pray

I’ll never forget the feel of your blows Not hard enough to leave a bruise But it’s still enough to be called abuse I’ll Pray… (Echoes) I’m trapped by what you do to me For if I tell they wouldn’t believe So I wait for the time you mark me as prey And Pray Your words sting and cut me to shreds Degrading lies and painful truths That make me wish I was dead I Pray… (Echoes) I’m trapped by what you do to me For if I tell they wouldn’t believe So I wait for the time you mark me as prey And Pray God, give me the strength to ignore this pain Give me the grace to act in your name Just gi

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Don't You Remember by GhostInAMachine, literature

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About GhostInAMachine

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Canada
Deviant for 15 years
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I am 19 years old and live in Weyburn, Saskatchewan, Canada. I have long brown hair, blue eyes and I am around 5'8. Right now I'm an undergraduate at the University of Regina, going for something, either with biology or journalism. I would love to go in to english but I have no idea what I could do with it. I love to write and I love to watch/read even more; probably because if I can find something that puts me into a deep thought then I love it. I love music; I will listen to mostly anything, but usually something that has punk influence is good. While I will listen to folk, blues, jazz, anything really.

Current Residence: Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Punk
Favourite style of art: manga, anime, realistic
Operating System: PC
MP3 player of choice: I-Pod
Wallpaper of choice: Good Art
Personal Quote: No Regrets

Favourite Visual Artist

Humberto Ramos, Joe Madureira, Chris Bachalo, Michael Choi

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Rise Against, The Gaslight Anthem, Protest The Hero

Favourite Writers

Arif Mirabdolbaghi (Bassist and Song Writer for Protest The Hero)

Other Interests

Writing, Revolution, Music, Biology

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GhostInAMachine

Apr 28, 2010

The Depths of Fear...

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Do you ever get the feeling that boredom goes hand in hand with predictability? Let's say that if you can always predict how your day will go, like routine, and you never get bored of it, would you be really happy? If your so OK with everything that you have in life, so content with everything, what's stopping someone else from just taking your world and crushing it. To a conservative, change is scary; but to an anarchist, chaos is a beautiful thing. Though, in a lot of cases one wants the other, whether they know it or not is another point all together. A perfectly content person will always find randomness and unpredictability to be a lot t

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GhostInAMachine

Dec 8, 2008

A Hello

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Sup. Just establishing my DA account, putting some deviations up and so forth. Yea, most of them are depressing because its my motivation when I write. I'm more conscious of life's 'spectacles', ethics, codes, etc, etc. Tell me what you think. Guess this really isn't a journal. Just a shout out. Read my deviations and tell me what you think. I take criticism well so don't be afraid... and for all the people that i have :+fav:, nice works. Peace out.