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His Will Be Done by Lostindamnation, literature

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His Will Be Done

She laughs as she pulls, The sweat-soaked leather sliding through the buckle. Lifting the dented metal free, She places it on the coarse table with a fond delicacy. She laughs for a battle won And a good deed done. She pulls the mesh over her head And it claws at her hair. She winces, and pulls harder. Sacrifice in the name of God, Blesséd be thy name. Was it gold? Was it ebony? Is it crimson, fading to rust? He watches her with unwavering eyes, So noble, so proud. She’s his angel, Infallible in her fight, Invaluable in her might. A perfect knight, she shines, Almost divine. His fingers tug at his c

Breathe by Lostindamnation, literature

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Breathe

You felt it first. The slightest shudder in which she told you that something was very, very wrong. Look around, did anyone else notice it? He didn’t. She didn’t. She didn’t. He didn’t. He did. A grizzled veteran, he’s no stranger to danger. Your eyes meet. He looks away. Your heart stumbles and spins against your ribs. In a coy, almost unexpected move, your stomach vaults up your throat, dashing for freedom. You catch it by a toe, but it squeaks once in protest. No one hears it. You don’t even hear it. It is the beginning of the end. You can tell by the way her body jerks and collapses. Everyone sees it now. T

The Middle of the End by Lostindamnation, literature

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The Middle of the End

I’d tear this world apart. I’d tear it apart for… for.. For no reason, really. I’d grip it in my two hands, hold it high above my head And grin as the seams split between my fingers. Or maybe… maybe… Maybe I’d do it real quiet-like, a subtle tear leading into a deft wrench. No one would see it happen, but they’d know it was gone soon enough. I’d do it for you. I’d do it for me. I’d do it for the guy you almost rear-ended yesterday, The cunt who didn’t use his turn signal. I’d do it for him, if he asked me to. Maybe… maybe… Maybe I’d do it any

Mess of Me by Lostindamnation, literature

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Mess of Me

Those words that I spoke, Left me so happily. But by the time they reached your ear, They stumble, clumsily, Awkward as soft puppies, Enchanted by the world. The truth is, my dearest, You are… that world. The best of me, Has left the rest of me And all that’s left of me, Is a mess of me. These memories, Are just melodies, Of symphonies Of sympathy. The steel rails are strict and straight, Reaching toward you. The airplane’s curving wing, Soaring swift and true. Sun seared highway lines, Trailing ‘cross baked earth. Soft water ocean giants, Providing safe berth. The best of me, Has left the rest of

Follow Me by Lostindamnation, literature

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Follow Me

Follow me, into a far off Foreign land where we’ll walk on Whitewashed sands in the rain, until the Sun shines down on our heads And rumpled beds. The moon will smile At memories of happy lovers, Divinities, entwined at night With smiles so bright and eyes of light. But I know the secrets that you would Keep from me Like only the weak Get lonely But I saw the fire die in your eyes, Buried, somewhere beneath your lies. And I saw the fire die in your eyes, Buried, somewhere beneath your lies. Silent men ask the stars to share, Their secrets like what is truth, And where do they always keep it When we need it most, those

Pumpkin by Lostindamnation, literature

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Pumpkin

Pumpkin. I have been called that name for years. I hate it. I hate my mother for calling me that, for instilling in my naïve young mind the idea that I was actually a pumpkin. Clearly, I’m not. I don’t grow among wide, green leaves, nor did I spend my childhood whispering to ants and cutworms as they crawled over me. No eager children turned me over, checking for rotted spots or discoloration. I do not have rotted spots. I hate that my mother could imply that. Pumpkin. I am not orange. Not naturally, I mean. I once used that spray-on tanning solution when I was sixteen in an effort to convince myself that it was not February a

Progress by Lostindamnation, literature

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Progress

Would it change anything to say I miss you? No? Then I don’t miss you. And I’m sure in a few hours, I can convince myself that I don’t miss you. I’ll keep chipping the pieces away, Those corrupted shards of my heart That insist on caring About you About anyone Anyone but me. When I was younger, Dumber and nicer, I could love like any kid could. But as I got older, Colder and meaner, I had to trim my heart down. It was soft back then, Moist, supple and ripe. Each letdown stole a little from it, Drew some water, Hardened the flesh, Faded the colors. Until just wood was left. Chip, chop, cut out the rot

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Miracles by Lostindamnation, literature

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Miracles

We said we'd halt the sun And learn to stop the rain. They laughed Until the soft drops ceased, Eyes wet with wonder. The tips of our fingers met, Sweet tulips broke the loam, Shrugging dark afterbirth from their shoulders As they nod a greeting to smirking clouds Two-stepping across a milky sky. Our love was a miracle, And the source of all our doings. No blushing apple fell without our laughs, No ivory flake snuggled into its brethren Without our blessing. From vibrant city lights To the loneliness of starry nights, Our love reigned over all. Slow drops slip from my cheeks, Chasing each other into my lap Where my heart

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His Will Be Done by Lostindamnation, literature

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Breathe by Lostindamnation, literature

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The Middle of the End by Lostindamnation, literature

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The Middle of the End

Mess of Me by Lostindamnation, literature

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Mess of Me

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Minority by Lostindamnation, literature

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Minority

I am the 21st Century minority. Middle class, bachelor, Driving my Impala (’06 of course), BA in Business, Accounting or Management, Whiter than 2% milk, I am now a racist. I am the triumphant capitalist pig. Chauvinistic, too. I build glass ceilings So I can watch doves fly into them. I am a hypocrite as I rant against unfairness, immorality, Or amorality, if I knew the difference. Ethics, too. I shove my intern out of my office. She wipes the corners of her mouth and now I am sexist. I wear what they say is cool. Gays know right, right? (Of course they do.) Popped collars on polos, K-Swiss or khakis, Maybe a nice

Pumpkin by Lostindamnation, literature

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Pumpkin

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The Fall by Lostindamnation, literature

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The Fall

The silent man sits, heart in hand, and watches the stars As they fade from sight forever to sleep with the angels. By his side, the nightmare girl poses the eternal question: Are we scared? What happens next? Shadows sprint across the crimson sky Chasing and clutching at the last Hope. Sickly clouds announce the fall of man Amid the chorus of soft-winged angels Calling the worthy souls home. The earth splits and spits cleansing fire, Devouring the everlasting monoliths And the first of the unlucky. Locusts take to wing in a rattling cloud, Consuming the Garden, apples and all, Leaving the Box bare and empty. The fallen man wee

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Lostindamnation

Mar 22, 2010

Quoth...

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"May wide and towering heaven collapse upon me in all its bronze and terror, catastrophe to the peoples of earth, on that day when I no longer stand by my companions, on that day when I cease to harry my enemies." ~Theognis of Megara (6th Century B.C.) lines 869-872 "Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones. I am

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Lostindamnation

Jan 26, 2010

I swear

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I've canceled my recurring membership to dA. Yes, I'm losing my equal sign. I have no regrets. Once this subscription period runs out, I shall return to my humble tilde roots. dA, at this point in my life, is just a waste of money. I don't get any cool shit from being a paying member and I certainly don't get anything out of giving money to keep this place running. I don't get any constructive feedback on my work because I don't write anything new and no one seems to find what I already have to be that special. I'm okay with that. I've seen what's considered "special" these days and I've calmly hopped off the wagon. Don't worry about me. I'

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Lostindamnation

Dec 16, 2009

These wings are meant for flying.

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Not for fanning you. You bring out the worst in me. For you, I am everything I strive to avoid. For you, I am disgusting. I'd punch myself in the nose if I wasn't so pretty. It'd be a damn shame...