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Our Song by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Our Song

It all started with a stupid dedication Then calling you, a much much better choice And ocean avenue for our own creation Soon all the things you'd never say found voice We sing because there's nothing else that makes us so alive But living love and loving life - our two lives intertwined And if we're ever torn apart I know I won't survive But simply be a ruined wreck with naught else on my mind So sing me a song of fairy flies snatched in a summer's storm Thunder and lightning dramatize as i gaze at your dappled form The raindrops' pounding, all sound dies -- we're alone in the dorm 'Please don't leave me' your heart cries as I ho

No Good Answer by ang3lboy2001, literature

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No Good Answer

"I realize that I sound like a crackpot theorist, or the victim of hallucinations or drugs. But if it was drug induced, it was unlike any drug I've ever had." "Tell me again what happened." "I was at the radio telescope, making sure that everything was set for the weekend. The storm was coming in, so I went to double check the seals outside the shack. I went around the back to check that wall, and the sky just went black. I knew the rain was coming, so I hurried and got back inside just as the power failed. I couldn't see a thing, and you know how cluttered that shack is, so I just stood there, leaning against the closed door. The rai

Zoetrope by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Zoetrope

Five minutes ago, just after I woke up, I tried to take a shower in a bathroom that wasn't there. It wasn't the absence of a bathroom that stopped me so much as my complete inability to get up. A short, frustrating while later, I realized that I couldn't remember what the bathroom I had been expecting looked like. This brings us to now. I suppose I should give you some reference, as much as I can. I'm lying in a hospital bed, pretending to write (a diary? a journal? something, anyway) because I can't even move my eyes, much less get up. There's a tree outside my window, and the sunlight hits the leaves and they're bright, so bright, gre

Sick -redux- by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Sick -redux-

I think I have a disease I think she's infected too We struggle with its meaning Because it's what we do (She treats the boys like bubble gum; Chew for a while 'till the flavor's gone) Fever hot and feeling faint Don't know what I care about Disgorge my life upon his feet Just to have him throw it out (He acts like he wants someone to hold But all he sees is a tight warm hole) Change her shoes, a change of souls Shiny slick and pure of puke If she treats this soul the same Then there's nothing I can do (Her plots to aid go ever awry She, not her friend, got with the guy) Pressure building in my head Am I imagining him too?

Poetry is Hard by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Poetry is Hard

Add verb, add adverb Or objective adjective Sentence structure you might change (Could get results, you, though deranged) Count the beats and call them feet (My dimeters dance, height's hexameter-four) Iamb's no iamb, but trochee's a trochee Anapest's a dactyl (yet another trochee) Juxtapose all your prose With a smiley similie I metaphor, I met a five Mix it up and make it jive Rhyming schemes are tough, it seems Such troubles I've had fair share I tried to cut in half the lines But half achieved instead half rhyme.

A Happy Poem About Bekah by ang3lboy2001, literature

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A Happy Poem About Bekah

We share a cup of milk with food A glance and a smirk, we share a joke We share our belches, though it be rude Giggling and twitching, we share a poke We share our sickness and our health (Through that glass of milk we had) We share our poorness and our wealth (Or else tax time would drive us mad) We share a home, our love, a child Together we are more than two But less than three (the jokes get piled As I wrap up this sonnet-y poem for you) One thing we'll never share thorugh time Is I'm just hers, and she's all mine.

i wanted her by ang3lboy2001, literature

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i wanted her

So here it is, a little story of love and ignorance it's all i've got, from a few short years of thinking with my pants. I wanted her and she wanted me all we ever were was a mystery She wanted me and i wanted her (it's) my fault i never knew for sure you all know the story of boy meets girl cliche'd i'm sure but that's the world she was a goddess, dark with my desire but i seldom dared approach that fire three thousand miles away she stayed in my heart a lost little puppy, i played that part six months later still trying so hard i saw her again and fell just as hard I wanted her and she wanted me all we ever were was a mys

sick by ang3lboy2001, literature

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sick

i think i have a disease i think you're infected too we struggle with its meaning because we are supposed to fever hot and feeling faint don't know what i care about disgorge my life upon your feet just to have you throw it out change your shoes, a change of souls shiny slick and pure of puke if you treat this soul the same then there's nothing i can do pressure building in my head am i imagining you? a dented sort of madness (see -- my reflection's in you) it's getting worse as i go (sick of dealing with people, i declare my final hand) somehow still i feel the pull you're a cancer in my gut it is you that makes me sick

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Nostalgia by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Nostalgia

when you were there and i was there and we were talking why didnt i think of what i thought now? i want you to be impressed i want you to have a high opinion but i was young and stupid i would have been smarter you would have liked me i should have known what to do i am not going to cry for what could have been every tear is another moment spent in my own little hell where armies of could-have-beens kamikaze stalwart reality and even though nothing changes here i still cant escape cuz you stole my key it was attatched to my heart on a silk ribbon of life and you stole them, too

strength by ang3lboy2001, literature

Identity by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Identity

who am i? i am not the face in the mirror i am not the person that my friends think i am i am another actor in the play of life and maybe my mask is all that you see but that's okay because you only show me your own mask and we follow the script dancing without suspecting speaking without talking seeing but not looking the play goes on but maybe i can show you the face that only i see and you will show me yours and then the play will be about us center stage and the dance will be ours and we will make the script and i will have found who i am in you and then the play moves on but we stand still lost in each other becau

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_ 'space' by ang3lboy2001, literature

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_ 'space'

She walks through winter holding her heart on a silver chain around her neck She can see that she will fall but she stands up to greet it She holds her burning heart so that it won't break and hides the glow with her fist And her heart cries tears of fire that shatter as they slip running off her fingertips fiery shards of frozen tears She struggles to stand while crowds flow around her ignoring the burning heart-glow shining through her eyes How can she know what hell is like when heaven radiates from her illuminating her grace and running through her tear-streaked fingers?

a moment of intense beauty by ang3lboy2001, literature

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a moment of intense beauty

the rising sun casts shadows into my soul i cannot become as bright i cannot become loved i cannot become who i want to be the intensity etches away at my mind i fall into nothing the tune of the universe resonates within me a bud inside me grows and blossoms the flower more beautiful for the pain it was borne from the bloodstained dirt from which it grows tugging incessantly at the base of my spine and even if the flower of my heart knows it cannot rival the sunrise it still strains toward it wishing they were one needing no rivalry feeling for each other while the sun shines emotionlessly in a moment of intense beauty

confused by ang3lboy2001, literature

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confused

when i look at you i don't see who you are i don't see what you want what you need from me we used to fit together now i'm not so sure i think you're lying to me so i don't tell you everything and you turn your back on me because you lied to me? but you didn't tell me so i didn't know but i really wish i did and now that your back is turned i know how much i really didn't mean that and i hope you can remember what used to be so pure and i hope you can forgive me and i want to be with you, even if you don't tell me everything even if it hurts

Lover by ang3lboy2001, literature

Blood work by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Blood work

You told me once that i was the one You loved i dont know why You said that Why would You love me? Your betrayal at my hands will not be scrubbed away and i hate myself because You loved me and i dont i am not strong enough to live with such contradictions in my soul and my heart that bleeds out from these ugly veins in my scarred arm and this pain is pure of the pain i felt when You said You loved me.

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The God Theorem by Samaya11, literature

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The God Theorem

my Beloved talks to me in one-point-six-one-eights , 7-7-1-3s and 8's Do you think that is crazy? Maybe madness is just another language of God as is Math. i used to search for my Beloved by gazing the stars for a map to his dwelling. i used to beg my Beloved for miracles some divine documentable sign to prove that He exists. i found instead there is no proof that He is not. i tried to find Him using simple Geommetry and PreCal and e-em-cee-squares and string theories of n-10s. Then, my Beloved called to me one night in a mantra of exponents. Now, tell me the highest number. And name the last digit of Pi. Count the increme

Complete by QueenieReighn, literature

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Complete

What love are thee to me But the most complete of lovers Who takes me whole up Into the heights of the highest heavens And holds me tenderly there With the lightest of kisses on my brow And takes me to the darkest of nightmares Hid within the depths of a self Too hideous to fathom I adore you and I take safety in your embrace For the danger of life taunts me And the breath of fear brushes my cheek With monsters surrounding me Yet you tighten your hold on me And I see nothing But the beauty of your gaze That gives me the strength That makes my days livable. I love you. My soul is tortured with this love For my loyal lover

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Dedicated by ang3lboy2001, literature

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Dedicated

you came to me (voices in your ears and blood on your hands) i embraced you (physically you were distant and trying to be brave) i read your words (you thanked me for things i didn't know that i did) i spoke to you (filling the silence i wished you would speak) you wrote your life (more than i'd ever seen you spoke without knowing why) your philosophy (i didn't know what to say you were so much more than i) i was silent (everything i ever said wrong stilled my tongue and hands) you were content (tongue of poetry sculpting ideas i

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About ang3lboy2001

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United States
Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: Des Moines
Favourite photographer: franks-anger
Operating System: Chaos
MP3 player of choice: winamp / xmms
Personal Quote: To the world, you may be one person; but to one person, you may be the world.

Favourite Movies

Love, Actually

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fat Tuesday (aka Static Release) (aka Aesthetics)

Favourite Writers

Orson Scott Card

Favourite Games

Tetris Attack (SNES), Halo (XBOX), Halo 2 (XBOX), Sims 2 (PC)

Tools of the Trade

Left hand, Right hand, a couple of billion neurons

Other Interests

videogames, philosophy, fiction, poetry

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ang3lboy2001

Jan 24, 2009

wow, it's almost been two years.

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So much has happened! I started taking Game Design classes, which are awesome, and my favorite.  Last quarter, we made a 3d fighting game.  This quarter, I'm on a 14-person or so team working on a single game - that's the biggest group project I've ever worked on at Drexel.  It's going to be SWEET, and I'll link you guys to an installer when it's done.  Or if you want to test it, let me know and I'll link you the beta when we have it. Hmm, more later.  Mackenzie's second birthday is coming up, then my graduation, then we move somewhere other than Philly!

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ang3lboy2001

Apr 6, 2007

busy busy busy...

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So last you knew, my second child was due three days ago.  She was born on March 24th at 10:28 AM, and was 7 pounds 7.2 ounces and 19.5 inches long.  We named her Mackenzie Lilianna. I passed all my classes last term.  I was taking programming language concepts and systems architecture II at the same time, which most people said was academic suicide - but those were the classes I did pretty well in.  I really hated Database systems, but I got a C in it so it's not so bad.  I'm a little worried about my declining GPA, though... I haven't had my overall GPA increase since my first term at drexel. I'm on co-op now, working for the city of Phil

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ang3lboy2001

Jan 18, 2007

snowing (finally!!)

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So it's now halfway through winter and Philly finally gets some snow.  Not any lame, tiny flakes, either - thick, huge, wonderful, magical flakes.  Alana is on her way outside to play right now.  It's collecting on the ground and can you tell I'm excited? =) In other news, Bekah is pregnant again, so we'll be having another baby around April 3rd.  We don't know what gender it is, but we do have names picked out.  And we're not telling you the names, no matter how much you beg, or how much money you try to bribe us with, until the baby is born. Actually, with a significant bribe, we might be able to work something out.  ;)

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duet-with-knives

Oct 15, 2013

I still hope you're alive. I come back and lurk every now and then.. wonder what people are up to in these pallid moments. I wish you many better dawns in the days to come.