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Day 7,335 by Defender-of-Man, literature

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Day 7,335

How many days does a prisoner tally on his wall - a fingernail scratch for every sunset - before the days become years, and the years stretch into an eternity and he finally forgets any hope of escape? And when does the prisoner begin counting these seemingly endless days? Does he start when the cell door closes? Or the day he begins to wonder if he’ll ever remember how gently the sunlight used to warm his face? And for the captive who never realizes he’s trapped - what of him? Does he number any days at all? And should he discover his confinement, would he count only the days he’s known? Or would he measure the time, and

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desaturated

Marionette expressions and hollow glass eyes are all I see anymore. People are not who they pretend to be, And I am so tired of trying to figure out Which of you are actors, and which simply hid and were never sought. I am surrounded by strangers I’ve know all my life. Every smile is a snippet of half-forgotten song; A handful of once-profound lyrics that endure in my memory when the rest have become little more than scattered notes on a crooked scale. Why are feathers so much lighter than our hearts? Snarling, I pull away from your touch, insisting that I can hold my own hands, and dry my own tears but, I’m nothing mor

beaten to death from the inside out by Defender-of-Man, literature

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beaten to death from the inside out

The currents of my man-made ocean batter these crumbling walls, carrying away bits and pieces of everything I used to think I was, and everything I thought I might someday be. Somewhere I’ve misplaced my name... that collection of sounds that label me who I am left behind and forgotten like water stained black-and-white photographs; the captured faces of long-lost relatives who’s voices no one remembers. This dusty jar cradled in trembling hands holds only darkness now, and shallow emptiness cools the soft air that hope once warmed. Murky glass shatters like childhood dreams, scattering broken thoughts onto twisted floorboa

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When your cat knows there’s something wrong before you do, and your mom has asked you three times if you’re alright, but you don’t really know how to answer, it may be depression. When it hurts to be alone but company hurts more... when noise is too chaotic but silence is far too violent... It may be depression. When the answer to the simple question “how are you?” is anything but simple because being asked to explain how you feel sounds like being asked to explain quantum mechanics to a seven year old using only cardboard and uncooked macaroni noodles, it may be depression When your mind wanders

Life? by Defender-of-Man, literature

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Life?

Alarm. Eyes squeeze tighter as if they could hold on to the night, hold on to sleep, hold back the sun and stop its rising. Body drags itself out of bed, dresses in the first shirt it finds and jeans worn everyday for a week now. They smell clean enough. Wallet, keys, phone jammed deep into lint-lined pockets. Shoes, hat, coat as if they could keep the mid-november knife-air from slicing you wide open. The time clock chimes its welcome and only years of hard won self-control keeps hands from tearing it off the wall and throwing it across the room. Door opens to a silent office and the day begins like every other; take a moment and tell yo

what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too by Defender-of-Man, literature

old souls and empty bellies by Defender-of-Man, literature

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old souls and empty bellies

I wear this body like ill-fitting hand me downs; too tight on the shoulders, and too long in the sleeves. This soul is too old, this body too young; I'm afraid this equation doesn't have a viable solution, there're simply too many variables. My head is too full of useless facts and pointless ideas that will never bear any proverbial fruit. So I guess we’re all just destined to starve.

thinking in verse by Defender-of-Man, literature

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thinking in verse

If I could write like I think, I think I’d write until I filled the world with oceans of the deepest ponderings, and islands ripe with “if only”s and “what if”s. I’d stack theories as brick and mortar buildings, and forge ideas as steel and rebar cathedrals; constructing monuments to the finite human consciousness; magnificent, but only as a gnat is magnificent in his tiny flight. If I could write like I think, I think I’d write until my head spun with incomprehension, befuddled and conflicted and confused by it’s own wandering deliberations. I’d arrange lines of, perfectly formed pros

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beaten to death from the inside out

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Life? by Defender-of-Man, literature

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Life?

what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too by Defender-of-Man, literature

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I am Idiom by Defender-of-Man, literature

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I am Idiom

Some days I feel like the proverbial camel. Which one? Either one. I can’t carry any more straw but, neither can I contort myself to fit through the eye of that needle. Some days I’m the kitchen sink... As in ‘everything but’. Some days I am thoughts, but no one has a penny to spare. Some days I am insult, and others an injury. But most of the time I feel like their sum. Some days I’m so tired of coming back to the same drawing board, I use a notebook instead. Some days I’m a book cover. Judged. Today I am both birds. And man, did that stone hit hard.

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Mandalorian Quotes (Full Collection) by Vhetin1138, literature

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Mandalorian Quotes (Full Collection)

SUBJECT: Honor/Strength “We live in a society too focused on physical strength, on sculpted muscles and athletic skill. Those are helpful, yes. A necessity to any warrior. But the true secret of power isn't strength but resilience. How much a warrior can take before falling. For you can shoot as many rounds as you want and still drop when you take a single one. But the ability to take rounds as well as send them is what separates the cannon fodder from true warriors.” – Alic Dzadz, celebrated Mandalorian strategist. “The greatest warriors are the product of their defeats as much as their victories. Like the strongest

Here Is The You That Loves You Too by Campbe, literature

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Here Is The You That Loves You Too

You get four hours of sleep and you think it is normal, or at its least sinister, a thing that happens. Your eyes are red and your brain development slows and you tell yourself if you have the necessary skills to move your feet one in front of the other, it doesn’t matter too much, you can probably survive as long as you reasonably expect you will, given that you are you and the world is what it is and you’ve never been particularly attached to the idea of growing old anyhow. Life is a series of choices and obstacles. Some are determined to climb tall mountains, and calculate how a shuttle can make it to the moon. You’re mostly just trying to find reasons to get up in the morning, which isn’t necessarily bad and isn’t necessarily good. These are just your hurdles, and this is the place where you happen to be in life. Someone says “life is subjective”; you find you say that a lot now too. You have a friend named Sarah who is adamant you sleep over often. Instead of moral quandaries

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Jan 28
United States
Deviant for 10 years
She / Her

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Favourite Visual Artist

Does Mr. JJ Abrams count as a visual artist? Joss Whedon? No?

Favourite Movies

Star Wars, Bourne, Serenity, TLotR

Favourite TV Shows

Sherlock, Gotham, Firefly, The Blacklist, Flashpoint, VGHS, Prison Break

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

RED, We As Human, Flyleaf, Jars of Clay, Fades Away, Lifehouse, Love and Death, Demon Hunter, Wolves at the Gate, Of Eyes That See, The Devil Wears Prada, Fit for a King, Icon For Hire, Twenty One Pilots

Favourite Books

The Hunger Games, Star Wars: Republic Commando series, the Divergent series, The Inheritance Cycle

Favourite Writers

Karren Traviss, Suzanne Collins, Veronica Roth, Sean Williams, John Green

Favourite Games

Assassin's Creed, any Splinter Cell game, Need for Speed, Star Wars: Battlefront, Star Wars: The Force Unleashed, Star Wars: Republic Commando, Call of Duty

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2, PS3, PC, Xbox One

Other Interests

Martial Arts, Archery, Reading, Writing, Drawing, Cosplay