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Vortex by neonxaos, literature

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Vortex

Round and round and round she goes, circling the drain, circling the drain, the art of perpetual motion embodied, tantalizing the heart of slender glass, shadow play through condensation, the sign of recent loss and future thirst, never stopping, never escaping, circling, circling, circling. When the glass is crushed in desperation or in rage, she flits to the next, butterfly phantom, who cannot be drowned, no matter the poison. She is intoxication, the wild eyes, the edge of bliss and despair, dark paths into mechanical sunlight, the transformation of meaning into temporal progression. The damage that can never be paid for. She is the il

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Salt of the Earth by neonxaos, literature

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Salt of the Earth

Memories of you in a zebra dress, radiant with irony and damp with the sweat of new dawn - the futility of driving a wild animal to drink and dine and dance to any expectations without a native rhythm stirring in the rancor that fell upon your face. I was not the good man I mistook myself for, thoughts legion, rebelling against their own foundation. Idols tumble from their pedestals and become the dust we walk upon. From dust the clay, the salt, the earth rise and grow the new horizon. Let them fall and walk unshadowed.

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Supermassive

Reality never bends to human expectation, it simply does its thing and becomes the consequences. At times it blossoms perfecly in the gardens of our creation, but when it dies and rots away, we may have been the poison. No result is guaranteed, even when thoroughly tested, but life is all but barren without the seed of risk. And in the end, strange beauty grows from feeling things big enough to break you.

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Kushinada by neonxaos, literature

Tend the fire by neonxaos, literature

Pale morning by neonxaos, literature

Vortex by neonxaos, literature

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Vortex

Shame by neonxaos, literature

Salt of the Earth by neonxaos, literature

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Salt of the Earth

Sojourn by neonxaos, literature

Sailor by neonxaos, literature

The simple end by neonxaos, literature

Supermassive by neonxaos, literature

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Supermassive

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Pressure by neonxaos, literature

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Pressure

Something broke. A hard CRACK while sitting in a soft chair. No pain registered. The absence of it is like watching explosions in space. You follow the curve of your skull. You remember how skulls are formed like tectonic plates. Your head wants to be a planet, volcanic, living, in change. You continue to your left shoulder, the one with all the problems. But today, it has nothing to say. Your rib cage moves like oceanic waves, expecting a storm that hasn't come. You stand up, homo erectus, you consider your legs, homo sapiens, nothing feels wrong, homo stabilis. But you can break more than your body.

Splinter helix by neonxaos, literature

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Splinter helix

EMBRYO a derelict building shifts its swollen form wire cage elevators moving carefully as it swallows nestled in a womb of fragile concrete fibres the child of paint and pastel colours stirs searching blindly for that energetic outside world it stretches its delicate arms like an earthquake SAPLING Tell me where you come from, what you remember of the black ground. Talk in riddles only your kind understands, talk in flowers, talk in thorny branches. You crack the foundations in starlike patterns, and you stretch the heart of you for the concrete above, longing to carry the sky as a bed for the Sun. GENERATION the twisting fles

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In her madness written by neonxaos, literature

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In her madness written

In the mountains the words came down like glaciers broken, hard and ruinous. In her solitude she was a goddess commanding messengers of her design. In this state every word was power darkening the black, outrunning the light. In her descent, she lost the gift of unthought. In the sanity of the valley revisits to what was written revealed no subtext, no method but the open deep. On these pages she found a stranger’s words startled like a bird flock never to be caught again.

Inhabitant 4 by neonxaos, literature

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Inhabitant 4

They saw her many faces from afar, how lines were drawn across her lips, how mountains rose and kept her mouth ajar. Blackened skin, valleys far, from nose to neck from chin to jaw she lacked the personal sphere, at most a wisp of listless air remaing there, incapable of moving her detaching hair, floating solar on the wind. She is waterless. She is red skull. Her days burn her nights, and her sonic waves ran out of ocean long ago.

Unbutton by neonxaos, literature

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Unbutton

I declared love dead. There was a ceremony, and I did the obituary. "Dear love. I told you so." Then the burial of an empty gesture, broken promises integrating with the earth. I visited the grave, let my fingers run along the unmarked stone. I would sit at the TV at night, awash in a sea of detergent and other peoples' wives, forgetting everything about this. One day I just woke up cold. And it was fine. I wrote my acceptance on the inside of my door. Life is full as it is. Full of spoons and dirt and ways to slowly dig. Full of reflections on what passes and what does not. Curled up in itself, a wad of dirty bills. Life is blu

Mouse by neonxaos, literature

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Mouse

Mouse is in the wall. He listens for your breathing. Mouse is in the wall. Whiskers on the outside of your inside, he feels for signs of loss. Homes in empty spaces, halls between our thoughts. Mouse is in the wall. He listens for the cracks, the notches and the secrets. A tiny nose vibrates, an eager tail explores. Mouse is in the wall. He writes his unseen stories, surrounding you like dust. The money breaks. The high-rise falls. The ground thunders. The skies fault. Mouse does not flinch. This is meaningless to him. Mouse is in the wall. If you listen, you can see, if you focus, you can hear. The blank spaces crawl

Resolve by neonxaos, literature

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Resolve

Walk in the sand, drown your dry cracked feet in the ground. Step on ideas of glass empires, visions of what the dust has been. Beyond the curving dunes you feel the antispace, the vacuum of possibility. Step forward, human child, relentlessly drawn into the coming dayfall. Light shower your nakedness in the potential final dawn. Leaving red steps in your wake will show your juggernaut resolve, and you must point your heels in all directions. Let nobody think that you were ever sure of where to go. Mark the journey, because it outlives the destination that will devour your body. Nothing runs like the horizon, until you lift your eyes

Being-in-the-word by neonxaos, literature

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Being-in-the-word

Standing on the rooftop reaching for that elusive silver lining. If I grab and peel, I expect a silver skyslide, imparting a new way with words and finally some heart&brain connection. All that happens is that my hands grow oddly long and older. They make eccentric air-figures that only I can see. They make noises like paper crumbling, then burning. But where is the smell? I stand there, contemplating for hours of annoying seconds, each one pecking my skull, reminding me of things I wasted them not doing. I need to separate what makes me an individual from what makes me a repeated meltdown. I inhale - and suddenly c

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Strange times by neonxaos, literature

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Strange times

There are these times when everything you want to say comes out as something else. These are the strange times. This is now. I was discussing with reality the other day, the other month or maybe even the other year, and we obviously did not agree. So I took the long way round and found myself beside the outside, walking away from time and reason. These are the strange times. The world is at such an odd angle. I find myself walking the dreamline. Nothing progresses, and yet the summer draws so perilously near with all its adventurous, frivolous days, in which I will be suspended, floating in a sea of sunlight and August rain. Everyt

Revolver by neonxaos, literature

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Revolver

Bent and beat, hammered and hardened, shaped insidiously so as to provide the biggest bang for the buck. They tell me there is a reason it exists, but it always boils down to defense against other people with revolvers. What if we counted the total number of holes made in human bodies by guns? It is marvellously simple and yet so powerful. Ironically one of the most well-functioning, rigorously tested pieces of hardware on the planet. I am safer firing my revolver than driving my car, except if I am on the wrong end of the barrel. What if we counted the total number of holes made in human hearts by guns? I am not saying that

Feels like life by neonxaos, literature

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Feels like life

It feels like I'm alive in a quirky kinda-sorta way. I think I can taste the sky, marshmallow hue on a windy blueberry pie. I'm a leaf on the wind, I fell and missed the ground, watch me soar, my darlings; through breezy summer smells I hear my brethren calling. It really feels like life today in that quirky kinda-sorta way - something bubbles in the distance - there is music out of synch - now dance the best you can.

Seams by neonxaos, literature

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Seams

Everything falls apart at the seams, but every seam can be mended. Just read the invisible stories, the candid tattoos that every living body wears as a second skin. Our marks define us, no matter which side they are located on, in or out, up or down, if you look for long enough, there you'll find your map. Take a deep breath and communicate your findings. Expect the unexpected. Follow the sudden smile and keep going. This might lead you where you want to go. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Monkey on a Stick by neonxaos, literature

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Monkey on a Stick

I'm a monkey on a stick. Watch me dance my little dance, my bell-shod feet forever tingling, since everyone fears the silence of simply being. A living sea of speckled sameness, a black-brown-white and yellow-reddish amalgam of fur and jingles swaying like torn-up seaweed in a raging sea, relentlessly shaken by the powers that be. Tingle, jingle, jangle, baby, zombie monkey menagerie, Jangle, jingle, tingle, maybe, we are champions of uncertainty. We have the will but not the means. We have the power but lost the reins. We are an incoherent skein. Dance, dance, dance, dance, until we paint the world with veins. Jingle, j

Wings by neonxaos, literature

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Wings

Hers was the love of his stories of earth And his was the love of her ideas of air. A compromise entwined. Without their fragile union they would have lost their life. Hers was the gift of effortless flight And she said: "Would that I could exchange your eyes for mine, just for a while, just a single time." His would be the world above the clouds and hers would be the weight of the sky above. His was the power of gravity's pull And he said: "Would that I could exchange your feet for mine, just for a while, just a single time." Hers would be the world beneath the sky, and his would be the weightless space below. Hi

Vacations in my head by neonxaos, literature

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Vacations in my head

Mondays I get up, grudgingly, slowly. I am expected to. Someone has decided this for me, and if I don't, the world will stop turning. Or some such nonsense. I dislike people making decisions for me, unless they're convenient for me. Hello, world. Meet Ego. I get up, and then I fall down. I get up again, and again, I fall. An hour passes, sometimes more, rarely less. When I say this to people, all I get is 'Why don't you get a better alarm clock?' or my favourite: 'Why don't you just get up?' Indeed. Why don't I just get up. Fuckers. For once and for all, I will tell you why. I don't want to. It's not rocket science. I like it down there, wh

The Black Caravan by neonxaos, literature

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The Black Caravan

Does it get any easier, as hairs grow grey and visions dim, to accept that not all roads lead to Rome, but to the Black Caravan which leads us all home? Like water in a drain we eventually run out - and where is the damn plug when you need it? They say we have a limited number of breaths, of heartbeats. See me sitting here. Real quiet. Another suicidal breath. Another heartbeats me closer to the Black Caravan, the arrhytmic soundtrack to my escape, but I am not homesick. Yet. The fear of the deat hof you isf rag mental, meaningless in its irrelevance to its own selfishness. I suspect it doesn’t. Get any easier, that

Silver shore by neonxaos, literature

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Silver shore

On the silver shore Looking for sweet salvation High above the sky Through the freezing black The darkness broken by stars Searching for Eden Many thoughts of God And yet I never met him Evidence against? I have my own ways Of navigating through the void I don't need a guide If I get lonely I orbit a warm body I stay and I learn Just the two of us System on a bed of stars Spawning little moons (sometimes breaking the rules a little) I find my answers On my voyages like this On the silver shore

Deliverance by neonxaos, literature

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Deliverance

Tic, toc, deliverance time is now. As I open the book, I open a mind, I feel inside, and I like what I find, it's a piece of the future, but timeless. When in the woods, compass lost in the night, I know where to find my Stardust, to sprinkle onto the roads ahead. New light from ages lost, or ages never existing. Now I dare lay me down to sleep, I have pages on which my soul to keep. And nothing else matters. Tic, toc, deliverance time is now. As I close the book, another opens in my mind, unwritten.

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Rats by neonxaos, literature

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Rats

"Rats"! "What's that, dear? Flight computer cramping your style again?" "No, rats, you idiot! Real ones. You know, as in brownish-black stinking one-pounder rodent sons of bitches?!" "What, here?" "No, outside in the vacuum of space, Einstein! Of course they're in here!! To my knowledge, we've found no indigenous space- rats as of yet." "Oh…" "Well, kill the damn critters, willya?" "Eh…" "I give up! Were you born this stupid, or did you take lessons?" "Well, I did go to grammar school in…" "Shut up! I can't take it anymore!" And this was where Elisa decided to dump her boyfriend. That night, the rats took a serious beating. They s

The Escape - beginning by neonxaos, literature

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The Escape - beginning

Ryan Ohmaru was on the wrong planet. Or perhaps he was on the right one, but at the wrong point in time. Or maybe it was some kind of dimensional mix-up. But everywhere he went, and no matter what he did when he got there, he felt more or less out of place. Like an extra piece in a jigsaw puzzle, like a fish out of water, like one cliché too much. And that had been the way of things for as long as he could remember. Presently, he was studying Japanese in Europe, with a minor in English literature. He was born in Japan, to a Japanese mother and an American father, but his first language was English, since he moved to the States with his moth

The Lady and the Tree by neonxaos, literature

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The Lady and the Tree

It was a lazy afternoon, Old Willow thought, hanging as he always did, on the edge of the ravine. He knew his days were almost up. The fall couldn't be far off now. He'd been suspecting the ground of mutiny. For the last fifty years, it had been creeping away from under him, his roots retreating backwards, desperately clinging on to... To what exactly? He was a tree. He had done and seen it all; the whole Tree Experience exhausted years ago. All the corners of Treehood visited, scrutinized and expended. Then something happened. A girl appears. Time changes, then dissolves into something else. An eternity passes, or maybe just a second

Leaving New York by neonxaos, literature

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Leaving New York

I had sold the apartment, and I had said my goodbyes. I had wandered through the steam, the noise and the familiar mélange of smells, I had gone venti at Starbucks and plenty at Dunkin' one final time, and I had still wondered why people eat pretzels as I distributed my last one among the bird nation that is Central Park. As a squirrel crawled up my leg, over my back and along my right arm to snatch the very last piece from my cold, living hand, I thought "it's just that kind of city". I had smiled at the cab drivers in their yellow-black monstrosities (those colors are nature's warning signs for a reason, you know) and I had wondered f

Evolution in a nutshell by neonxaos, literature

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Evolution in a nutshell

I: In the beginning, there was Nothing. After a while, Nothing got rather bored, there being Nothing all around, as far as no eyes whatsoever couldn't see at all. So Nothing committed suicide by implosion, and then there was an explosion of Something. Was it a Big Bang? Nobody knows. It wasn't as if anything was around to listen to it. II: Something looked around. Something grew. Something decided to play with gravity and create matter clusters. It was fun for a while, but like all things in the universe before and after, it grew tired of doing the same thing. So it contracted the clusters into spheres of matter and played with them.

'The Hedge' - draft by neonxaos, literature

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'The Hedge' - draft

Hedges fence in and they wall out. They encapsulate your freedom in a private sphere, but in doing so, they also limit the view of the outside. A decent, solid hedge smothers the horizon in green oblivion. The healthier the hedge, the more of a boundary it becomes. But some of us need the horizon in order to keep our bearings in the world. When you cannot see where the ground ends and the sky begins, at least once in while, how will you ever know where you really stand? I used to think that this must be where God lived, right there in the non-space between the brown and the blue, but now I’m not so sure. You must forgive an old man for

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Dear Ex, by iMariposa, literature

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Dear Ex,

My heart overflows with gratitude to you for the wonderful way that you've been treating me since our breakup. The past months have been truly enlightening, and the gifts that you have given to me have warmed my heart, strengthened my spirit, and broadened my mind. First, I must thank you for ignoring me, especially for passing me straight on the street, staring at your shoes as if you hadn't seen me there, even though I had been walking so close to you that our shoulders would have bumped each other, had there been only a foot's less distance between us. The time without you has forced me to reach within myself for the companionship and enc

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Easter by riparii, literature

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Easter

Remember what you love, you with sand in your teeth and the feral burn of hunger in your eyes. God sends his regrets. He made you grasping and slow, in a late hour when the wine washed low. Remember what you love. Fall to your knees in the toss and the swell, quell the appetite of the cold black sea. Beg blessings for your home and the salt-sick trees. Reach what lies near: the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb; tether the tantrum, trickle the blood. Offer psalms to what is holy, whisper the name of what you love as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.

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Missionary by neonxaos, literature

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Missionary

I’m ready to be used, you said; but you’ve no clue what I could do to you if you let me. It isn't a matter of control, a matter of fact, a sense of the matter; it's the thrill of losing them all. Will you declare the same when I gain the bend of your thoughts, or take your latest hours for myself? The turns you take yourself lead you down predictable roads; I choose to close my eyes. I want your hands, your mouth— not your eyes, or even your concern; just the weight of you over me. Let's draw the blinds and see what primal tongues our bodies choir in the cosmos of the dark.

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The spark, the fire, the embers and the dust.

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500 Days of Summer, You and Me and Everyone We Know

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Firefly, Mad Men, True Blood, Alias, Six Feet Under, Stargate, Star Trek, Babylon 5, Buffy, Battlestar Galactica, Fringe, LOST, Game of Thrones

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Tori Amos, Philter, Arch Enemy, Woods of Ypres, Thrawsunblat, Amon Amarth, Rotting Christ, Orphaned Land, Redwood Hill, Genghis Tron, Gojira, Dalriada, Tegan and Sara, Laura Marling, The xx

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Neverwhere

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Neil Gaiman, Ursula Le Guin, Heather Bell

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Giana Sisters: Twisted Dreams, FTL, Tekken, Street Fighter, Dead or Alive, XCOM, Fez

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The frayed ends of sanity

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Her hair, her smile, the arch of her back, her softness, her intricate terror

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Dec 24, 2015

Merry Christmas

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I still exist. Best holiday wishes to you all!

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Dec 30, 2014

The way the world turns

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This has been a quiet year in here on my part. I did a lot of new things in the world they call real, none of which turned out the way I expected. It wasn't pretty for a while, but then it got better. It got better when I stopped caring so much. I'm not sure that's a valuable lesson. I'm not sure of anything, really. I've never been more adrift in my life, and it seems the current is determined to take me somewhere else, no matter how hard I paddle. This, also, is not something I'm entirely pleased with, but such is this peculiar existence of ours. Still, you can't take the sky from me, as the song goes. Yeah, I'm still a nerd, some things ne

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Nov 26, 2014

So, Interstellar...

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I liked it a lot. Did you?

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Anisa-Mazaki

Jul 25, 2017

Hello. I saw a badge suggestion from you via a Badge Group I'm in.
Since the 10 yr badge isn't in place for you, and DA hasn't awarded you a "Deviant Award" for your yrs of use, I thought you could have this some free (Celebratory) Art to cheer you up :) (Smile)

Candy-free Wallpaper 2 - Full by Anisa-Mazaki

I usually make art like this to give out to my watchers and everybody in general as a positive gesture. I hope you like it ^.^ Atm I am currently creating more art like this, but progress is very slow ^.^