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Perfection is a Lie

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The Secrets of Broken Fractions by Synaesthetic1, literature

Teach Me The Dark Things by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Teach Me The Dark Things

Teach me the dark things the things that make me hungry the things done in the light the curves and the softness the hard edges the shining pieces the things that make me sad the things I hide the things I am afraid of My heart crows in the darkness I am alone only for the sake of the disjointed half- mirrored windows that keep me from- you us them if they are there if it isn't just broken and distorted and tinted reflections of me. If you are there, on the other side of that mirror, someone, anyone, you in particular teach me.

My little game of regicide by Synaesthetic1, literature

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My little game of regicide

My little game of regicide- You'll never know how it goes. You'll never know the scale. I hope to one day remember everything I have sought out, so that I can use it for the endgame, oh glorious Finale! In such a Game as this I cannot even know the outcome. Moves too subtle and insane- don't even dare to figure it out. Unless you feel game to it. In that case... Feel free to join me.

I Want to Hear Your Breath Catch In Your Throat by Synaesthetic1, literature

Never let them lie to you about your scars. by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Never let them lie to you about your scars.

Scars No end No beginning. Does nobody understand- what scars really are? I have found it once before, but never the same again- "A scar is what makes you whole" Even when puberty sets in, there is something to fix your fears When your self-image sucks, the scars will be there If you tried to end your life, the scars will heal you. When you have a child, the scars will be there as your body repairs We act like its ugly. We act like its wrong. But its what our bodies do for us When things go wrong, it makes them right. Who we are is scars. The flesh that fills the hole, A memory of pain, and the thing that takes it's place. Scars are beau

Scars of My Ghost: I carve rage into my flesh. by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Scars of My Ghost: I carve rage into my flesh.

I carve my rage into my flesh My angst No edge No knife No blood No scar But still I carve. I am not whole. But I am not sure if I am broken. I do not understand. I would turn my arms into a mosaic to reflect the shards of my soul. Is this a cruel attempt to heal? This isn't a dream, a goal, and ambition. I can feel the scars like ghostly etchings on my arms. Bare for the world to see and unmarked. What are these scars that I feel? What are these newfound marks ab-carved into my skin? They are terrifying, delicious. Is my soul trying to tell me something? Am I trying to share the scars of those I love? Or tell my own story?- beyond t

My Heart, My Greed, My Love by Synaesthetic1, literature

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My Heart, My Greed, My Love

My heart... My hunger, e'er deepening My rage, e'er deepening My love, e'er swelling My heart, e'er swelling My eyes, e'er opening My lips, e'er whispering My ears, e'er listening My heart, e'er closing My mind, e'er snatching My soul, e'er troubled My spirit, e'er content My heart, e'er doubting My words, e'er promising My hands, e'er pressing My feet, e'er trudging My heart, e'er holding My heart...

Returning to what I never had. by Synaesthetic1, literature

Sometimes I wonder if marriage by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Sometimes I wonder if marriage

Sometimes I wonder if marriage isn't the actual key step to making a relationship mean something more. I wonder if being "in love" is just too emotionally posessive. The whole "freelove" idea is cute, but it is impossible to maintain.Other people can be ignorant. You can be ignorant. Other people can get confused. You can get confused. Ultimatly, the dream rules, even as we are awake. It has to end. Perfection is a lie. All we can do is hope. Maybe that is the point of traditional marriage- to keep it safe and close, no matter what. So, lack of knowledge or lack of pain? Mind you, I am writing as someone conservative and religious but who wan

A nightmare to dog my thoughts by Synaesthetic1, literature

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A nightmare to dog my thoughts

A nightmare to dog my thoughts Give me a place to rest and I will give you the world A nightmare of poison and madness and cruelty A nightmare that paralyzes my will, and brings me fear Why should I feel something when for so long I have felt nothing? Is it the madness? The unreason? The idea that so many would wish harm on one? I know of madness, but the kind that grows and gives. One filled with humor and webs of hints and double-talk. Not this mindless annhilism. The persuit, the hunt of human life on the basis of something worse than hatred, worse than apathy. I cannot even imagine it, I could only see it. And now I am unhinged, un

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The Secrets of Broken Fractions by Synaesthetic1, literature

Teach Me The Dark Things by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Teach Me The Dark Things

My little game of regicide by Synaesthetic1, literature

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My little game of regicide

I Want to Hear Your Breath Catch In Your Throat by Synaesthetic1, literature

Never let them lie to you about your scars. by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Never let them lie to you about your scars.

Scars of My Ghost: I carve rage into my flesh. by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Scars of My Ghost: I carve rage into my flesh.

My Heart, My Greed, My Love by Synaesthetic1, literature

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My Heart, My Greed, My Love

Returning to what I never had. by Synaesthetic1, literature

A nightmare to dog my thoughts by Synaesthetic1, literature

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A nightmare to dog my thoughts

Wound Up In Your Tangled Soul by Synaesthetic1, literature

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Wound Up In Your Tangled Soul

Wound up in you I want your tangled soul I want your mind and thoughts your every pain and fear I do not accept I will always judge But I want you. I want you as you are. As you want to be, want to see, that is who I want. My legs tangled in your ankles, hand on the small of your back. Your hair in my eyes. Your forehead on my lips. Your breath on my neck. You see your eyes in mine. Your breasts to my chest. Your curves and your sighs. Your warmth, your smile, the silly things you say. I can only take them seriously; its your that I am here for. The story in your scars, the poison in your tears, I want you to fill the bitter c

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Parable of the Lantern by Dreamkeepers, literature

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Parable of the Lantern

There were once two men seeking wisdom under the tutelage of an ancient master. He brought them into a dark room. In the center were two metal lamps, each containing a flickering flame. "Grip your lamp by the base, endure the heat, and gaze into the flame," instructed the master. "If your faith wavers and you look away, or your strength fails and you let go, even for an instant, you will be lost. You will never be wise. But gaze at the flame and, if you prevail, you will know truth." And the master left them. The two men gripped their lamps, and gazed into the light. Soon the lamps grew hot from the fire within, and began to bu

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You're Not Alone by techgnotic, journal

You're Not Alone

Dec 24, 2013

“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.” —Seneca By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) Apart... Is no longer alone T his life is not easy; a winding, sometimes whimsical, sometimes tragic journey that ultimately finds terminus in the same common destination for each of us. No matter the brave, fierce constructs we build and serve that would have us believe we are each one of us all alone as we make this journey, we make our way toward the end of all things side-by-side in our community of the living each day defying death. Our paths may be wildly divergent—the way of the hungry and impov

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I'm no visual artist. At least not yet. I'll figure that out later. No, I'm a Connoisseur. I'm like a happy forum troll. If I don't like your work, I won't say anything, unless I find it ignorantly crude and/or offensive. If I like it, I might. If I really like it I will. If I find it evocative, then I will rant. Enjoy. :D

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Synaesthetic1

Feb 19, 2016

I have been gone for far too long. 4 thousand, four hundred, and forty-one deviations to catch up on, and I am still stress-brained. I look forward to the treasures I will find.

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Oct 27, 2013

What the F*** is up with Sex?

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Synaesthetic1

May 30, 2013

Three things that piss me off

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1. Somebody stealing my last chunk of dark chocolate 2. Uppity bleeding-heart authors that get offended and rage-block you 3. idiot trolls who assist the above authors and whom you piss off in the first place 4. the same above on deviantArt 5. I was all for leaving the arguement at that and enjoying their art anyay. And then they rage-block me. It was a creative and decently-written story anyway. Their loss.