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Who Am I? by spideyc, literature

Mistress of the Caged Lion by spideyc, literature

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Mistress of the Caged Lion

Walking forward Holding your hand There is nothing which can divide us We are the same For we are most different And you only know this half Without understanding the whole Where will you go When your dichotomy is no longer valid? What is the purpose? Who holds the keys? The caged lion never sleeps Nor is he awake to the Real world beyond So what are those bars made of If not yourself? If not your own mind Language Perception? Only when blind to his own cage Can such an animal be at peace For he knows not the limitations of his own And he holds ambition back for none but his own ambition Could I be suicidal? If I was no

The Improv 2 by spideyc, literature

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The Improv 2

Winter weather Summer storms Turbulant times Not without a sense of approaching freshness Waiting along the path Beyond the break in those clouds Somewhere off in the sun's blinding light See the spots? Feel the burn? It only means you're still looking into the future Blinding yourself to the steps ahead Can't tell the difference now I can only know that familiar feeling Sick to my stomach Light in my head Nothing here but that resonating white light of solar dreams

Waking Up by spideyc, literature

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Waking Up

What’s in a dream When dreamt by dreamers, Dreaming dreams in bed? Are such dreams dreamt, By dreamers dreaming, To dream of such a dream? Or are such dreams The dreams of dreamers Hoping not to dream? What then of dreamers Dreamily dreaming Dreams inside their heads? Are they dreaming, so much to dream Or put their thoughts to bed? What dreamy thoughts, then, birth such dreams Which dreamers often dream? How often do they dream such dreams And why, then, were these dreams dreamt? What, too, do dreamers dream to dream, And what have dreamers dreamt? Who are these dreamers Dreaming dreams In sleep and restlessness?

To Whom It May Concern by spideyc, literature

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To Whom It May Concern

Can you hear me? It's all for you This emptiness This heart of stone I wonder if you'll ever know Just what place you once did hold Among the vastness once inside Among a place no others touch Or are even led to know Can you see me? I doubt you would Our distance only adds to your indifference Would it be different if I were there? Could we reconcile if you could feel This energy seething from my pores Unto a world which shows no sympathy I never hope For doing so would only taint the facts Erode away this sedimentary bit of stone I'm creating from this new beginning To shelter what I really feel So that you don't have to

Short Story of My Life by spideyc, literature

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Short Story of My Life

“Where are you going,” she called as he strutted quickly through the front door. “Home,” he said plainly. “Why?” “Because you don’t care,” he turned to her but stared down at his feet, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing his true emotions, “You never have.” “That’s not true,” she angrily protested, “And you know that, god dammit.” She tilted her head and tried to look into his averting eyes; he eased her struggle and raised them to hers. “Then what are we doing?” His eyes were more serious than she had ever seen, more serious even

Untitled X by spideyc, literature

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Untitled X

Who are we today Is it the image we see ourselves Or is it the poetry we see in others I don't feel anything anymore Is that my fault or yours Can't think or make my words come true Is it the thoughts I make myself Or is it you Making them for me Somewhere deep I don't think it's right But there's nothing I can do Cuz you got a handle on me Like no one else could Bleeding me dry with all these thoughts about you When all I really want Is to know Who I am To you Today

Walking by spideyc, literature

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Atrophy by spideyc, literature

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Atrophy

What is one to do? When the Mind meets the Heart And instead of solidarity And peace of Mind, Come atrophy And confusion. The Mind seeks its solitude, Hiding and sheltering Itself from the destruction Of the Heart. But the Heart strives for pain And finds the death of it comforting. Even as its last beat is done, Its ghost screams for more. But never does it find The end to just the means.

Alive by spideyc, literature

Buddha by spideyc, literature

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Buddha

I found myself today Thinking of what I was, And I thought to myself Why? And I wondered If I could ever just let go. And then I did, But then I saw myself Looking toward the future; Hoping for things I knew could never be. And I asked myself, Do I want to live in disappointment? Or do I let the things that will happen Happen... And I told myself To forget what I had thought, And I looked at myself In the moment. And I tried to find my exsistence Not back then, Not someday soon, Now.

My Life by spideyc, literature

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My Life

Fulfillment The storybook circle of Ms. Jean's kindergarten class The warm glow of Bert and Ernie through my television screen Greasy hands and chopsticks from the Far East Cafe Pajamas with feet on them so I won't slip and fall Rowdy teenage girls in the room down the hall The homely smell of Cuban food cooking on the stove As my Guita gossips in a buzz of Spanish Parents covet each other with love Life is happy My toys cure all my ills Christmas comes once a year But never fails to bring joy to the family As elementary school fades in painful memories of name-calling and physical violence Sundays make life easier with relaxati

Jo by spideyc, literature

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Jo

If you were here, In my thoughts, You would see The grace and beauty You've draped over me. I need you here With me, In my thoughts. Because I know you're scared To be alone In that world With only your voice to hear; Only your tears to dry, And only your heart to hold. I wish you were here With me, In my thoughts. Just you and me; Your beauty My soul Your fears My heart We'd always have eachother, Never have to feel alone.

The Unknown by spideyc, literature

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The Unknown

Sometimes I feel alone, Yet others I feel at home. And as strange as it sounds, I seem to always find myself In the same place. When times change My surroundings stay the same, And I have but one reverence For those who depart: To find happiness, A thing I never knew exsisted Until it ran away from me. Drowning in my own tears And wallowing in my own self pity, I can see now That I've found what I was looking for: A glimpse of happiness, A peek into love, And an aftermath of feeling Alone, Unwanted, Unknown.

Broken by spideyc, literature

Demons by spideyc, literature

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Demons

There's something now That you should know That I'm afraid to tell. That man who walks And talks like me, I don't think you know so well. What he wants you for Is more than love, And more than lust, And pumps throughout your veins. And each night that I'm with you It's him I have to blame. The more I fight him Try to calm him The less I feel sane. And now he's growing stronger, And I know you're not aware But when my heart is Broken, Shattered, It's him you'll have to bare. Don't think this means I love you less, But this secret you must keep. He doesn't make a point to rise Until we go to sleep. But be yourself, And

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About spideyc

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 22 years
www.myspace.com/spideyc
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Current Residence: Sactown, California!
Favourite genre of music: VGM
Favourite photographer: N/A
Favourite style of art: Fractal
Operating System: XP Pro sp2
MP3 player of choice: Sony NW-HD5
Favourite cartoon character: Ren & Stimpy (yes I know that's two, but they're a freakin' team dammit!)
Personal Quote: "Death is easy; it's life that's hard to stomach..."

Favourite Visual Artist

Nako13

Favourite Movies

Blade (the first one)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Koji Kondo

Favourite Writers

Michael Crichton; Ralph Waldo Emerson

Favourite Games

The Legend of Zelda

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo

Tools of the Trade

Frontal cortex

Other Interests

Writing, Nintendo, Music, Comedy...

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Jul 27, 2018

Time and Time Again

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I ask myself... what is it I really want? Where do I really want to be five, ten, twenty years from now?  I honestly could be comfortable doing just about anything as long as I was, ya know, comfortable :P I want to do this more often if not to just clear my head, to stir my creative juices... Writing from a cold start is always hard... and I feel like keeping the engine warm, so to speak, could help the flow and the initial hurdle won't be as great... I'm considering designating a specific time for writing... no matter what... Sigh... I suck at keeping myself on goals... but I also think I've reached a point in my life where I keep coming b

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Mar 12, 2013

Holy Shit! Has it really been THAT long!?

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Whoa, Just read some old entries... crazy how you can just get sucked back to that place in space-time just by words... maybe that's why I'm a writer... It's been too long, d-Art!  I still love you sooo much for popping my iNet publishing cherry! So... still working on doing this professionally, now with the help of another great soul... but life is way more complicated than it ever was back then... seems to be true for most people I know... Time is a bitch, so make her yours or she can fuck you pretty well over! Proper fucked! Time to take my own advice!  Be Darryl about it, and get things FUCKING DONE! I'll try to keep you better upda

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Jan 2, 2010

Ghost

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Whoa, look at that, a new entry... Ugh... Why does creation have to be so difficult to manifest? I can see everything in my head all at once, how do I slow it down into singular words on the page? Working on a new novel... Zelda is on the back burner for now, as is King Charles... Short stories to look forward to soon: POLICE States There's Something About Her* California's Gold* So the ones with the stars I just made up the titles for and haven't even written a single word... so basically I'm forcing myself to write them based on the title... Are you interested to see the result?