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Part 3: Calculating the Void by Blue-Bard, literature

Knowing Better by Blue-Bard, literature

Exodus by Blue-Bard, literature

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Exodus

Washed up on the shore hundreds of ghosts ejected from their home of haunting began to grow a motivation and build a house of sand and pitch that flowed from their gaping maws over their gravel teeth and listless tongues Without touching they toiled passing through recently constructed doors they busied themselves with their kingdom from dust filling it with plates and clocks already broken and no longer ticking as if to say we still live Beneath they raised their young teaching them how to mend their bodies with seaweed and stone corporeal once again they marched in flanks to the north to build cities and fires sending off

To the Emptiness by Blue-Bard, literature

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To the Emptiness

It starts as a fissure on one of those days when you wake up kissing brick and coffee grounds. Some small inkling that whatever comes forth from the fervor of desperate fingers; a mind wrought wrung out too many times in attempts to satiate (denying the guilt for writers block), is a thought worth preserving. Now, without any rhyme or reason it leaves just as it came. Perhaps shattered by the boisterous or shuffled away in searching – left underneath too much time spent sitting and wondering what color sunsets make when a woman in Russia is weeping for love lost over tea and cigarettes while her wish is sleeping softly acr

Wolves by Blue-Bard, literature

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Wolves

And all I can do is watch as the wolves tear into each other fangs gleaming, fur slick-bright with blood as they twist their ropey tongues around open necks. The last man, a bystander in the safe periphery of blindness ashamed that he too is a part of this menagerie; A coterie of criminals fighting over sheep's skin eyes full of wool, mouths reeking of their bitter brethren. At the end of the day I hang my spattered coat up to dry shake loose shrapnel and pry out teeth from my hide lie down, and a wolf knocks on my door lets himself in and wags his tongue in my face drags his ass across the carpet and smiles at the joke

Something Vague by Blue-Bard, literature

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Something Vague

I told her a few more minutes spent awake wouldn't hurt each of us consoling the other inside nameless embraces I knocked lightly, entered, and to preserve our boundaries left on my shirt which seemed less appropriate since the darkness hid our faces Our sadness pooled itself on the pillows, made breathing hard I pulled her in, cutting the distance between our quiet shorter with her head on my chest I felt a weakness, her voice a timid shard we both confessed that our worries had no rhyme, no particular order I told her to sleep, we were both fighting something we hadn't defined she asked me over armed with scissors, keeping them clo

Porcelain by Blue-Bard, literature

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Porcelain

In these days where distance has changed us: one into an astronomer, the other to star light – it is our simple tools that let us measure how long it takes a notes weightless analog to make us remember our place willingly becoming something vastly different: now a knotty pine, and a part in wintry clouds – seldom is it said that proximity is what keeps us entangled and aware of what each provides as separate pieces from the clay: you've been molded into fish shapes, and I a man in a boat – it's a game of patience and caution, each careful not to make any sudden moves lest we end up lead astray by ripples sent out by f

Function: Part 2... by Blue-Bard, literature

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Function: Part 2...

Let this river be X, a constant motion if not flowing then why not? Shall we measure the fish? Will we derive the system's nature from scales and saplings bending over the banks? -you are a coefficient bobbing on waves manipulating everything; extracting data pulling it into your boat to take home, ingest, adding to your own internal equation. There is no error. All parts of the whole seemingly tied to one another by tendons of rationale: a tendency to connect the precise movements of honey bees to a bigger machination without clicks or beeps. -an Orb-weaver trapped between two panes of glass is an essential existence

Function: Part 1 - Manifest by Blue-Bard, literature

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Function: Part 1 - Manifest

I am Blood and pistons, heart and nerve song, tremors and motion born of a thought, a big bang, an egg, a spore, a tree sprout, a vein, a vibration shook loose from dreams. This breath is sent forward and backward into itself, and by its own right conjures something more than one; when a balance is struck there will be more than this. We are thousand, two, few, and many; when they look down upon our Petri dish, our community, our books and lyrics, they will find life writhing amongst the dirt and sinews; The mechanics of pelican throats, clocks whirring in place, a single heart's hunger, our scabs and bruises will tell a story of too

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Part 3: Calculating the Void by Blue-Bard, literature

Knowing Better by Blue-Bard, literature

Exodus by Blue-Bard, literature

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Exodus

To the Emptiness by Blue-Bard, literature

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To the Emptiness

Wolves by Blue-Bard, literature

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Wolves

Something Vague by Blue-Bard, literature

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Something Vague

Porcelain by Blue-Bard, literature

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Porcelain

Function: Part 2... by Blue-Bard, literature

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Function: Part 2...

Function: Part 1 - Manifest by Blue-Bard, literature

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sometimes I sit here

I find myself back in this place, my arms are wrapped around your hips. You remind me of sail boats and I'm holding on real tight, trying to breath as you drag me under old memories. There are tiny riots in my heart as you push against me and press your smile to my chest. I lead you inside and you breath it all in one breath. Oh, your eyes they are like kaleidoscopes and I see you in many colours, I see you in sadness, I see you in love with me. All at the same time. I see you playing the piano at 4am and wishing I was there to lift your fingers from the keys and place them on my nipples, or something. And I do, oh, I do. Now i

sugar glue by pagan-poetess, literature

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sugar glue

the floor in the hall makes noise underfoot, and the noise is like ghosts and other unseen things. it is the sort of noise that will sound like music sometimes and be like a siren and draw her into the corridor looking bewildered and afraid. when this happens, he will lead her back and lie her down and hold her face between his hands. in the space between his lips, she finds room to contort and deposit herself. at night, her world is a cotton knot of bedsheets. she has always been fond of teeth, the sort that glitter when they're spread thin. his remind her of mouthwash commercials and orthodontists; she keeps one in ea

There Is Just Us by trplegoddess, literature

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There Is Just Us

Our tongues slow dancing To a love song of their own. This slow seduction Feels so right. There is no rush, no pressure Just the promise of satisfaction. I know I excite you, I feel your body's response to me. You know you excite me, My body can't help but respond to you. The gentle way you touch me, The gentle urgency in your kisses. I feel the rhytm of our lovemaking, There is no interruption . There is no worry, There is just us.

waiting on 50 by YouInventedMe, literature

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waiting on 50

let me perform delicate surgery sing songs of chain- saw love along your supple summer spine place the pieces of your struggling jigsaw map which match with mine... is it safe to say that I've talked you to bed for several weeks? would it be wise for me to sew your proper name into my sheets? or play your memory like a melody arranged in bits between heart- beats? well my heart's refrain repeats 'til my mouth stutters what it speaks and though the syllables get jumbled sentiments emerge complete has anyone else ever told you you're the good kind of cannot sleep?

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Separation by Torby-ADK, literature

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Separation

She, with the pages of her first book barely cut, strides lithe as silk, while he, with the library of his life solid on his shoulders, follows her down to the landmost end of entropy's skin. They toss chips to the gulls that yell and curvet like a short-held kite over the mica-flecked chop, He looks into the drowning color that convinced him at her birth that grey was more beautiful than blue. He steps closer, draws the breath of brine and kin he'll need to remember deep into old age.

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Montgomery, Al
Favourite genre of music: Anything but country
Skin of choice: My own brown pelt
Favourite cartoon character: Ren Hoek
Personal Quote: There will always be time, as long as you don't rely on it.

Favourite Visual Artist

Bill Waterson

Favourite Movies

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Beck

Favourite Writers

Pablo Neruda

Favourite Games

Demon's Souls

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo (the old gray box)

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Enough experience, paper, napkins, wrappers, receipts, and pens to write with/ of.

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Music, Writing, and Various Extra Curricular Activities

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Blue-Bard

Oct 12, 2010

Sine Wave

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"The sine wave is important in physics because it retains its waveshape when added to another sine wave of the same frequency and arbitrary phase." The day has come and gone and no matter what I did the constant tinge of boredom dogged me like a flea.  We had no patients today in our clinic...no patients=no work.  No work and no play make Jordan a dull boy.  I did play a little bit but my mental hiatus did not provide me with any stimulation.  The boredom just rolled on.  I introduced some music; some sound waves to agitate it (Blonde Redhead, Botch, Melt Banana...) but to no avail.  Boredom rolled on undisturbed with out even wavering in in

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Sep 30, 2010

Banging it Out

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Life in a glass house, or rather a fish bowl.  I can see everything clearly from the balcony: the squirrels doing their squirrely business, cicadas hold strong to tree bark.  It makes me wonder why no one else around here has stopped and just looked.  It's autumn (~Faulky (https://www.deviantart.com/faulky) this guy reminded me in a nice little piece) and there are so many beautiful things outside.  Who cares is Amber won't return your calls, or if you still are holding that grudge with your neighbor.  Drop the axe and get outside!  Go love you some life peoples.  Before you know it we'll all be devoured by senility and Alzheimer's.  Get you some!

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Sep 29, 2010

Still Floating Around

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It's been over a year, again.  If you're reading this, "Hello there old friends, or maybe new visitors."  I've been many strange places, and can only describe what has happened in prose form.  Instead of writing from the psych ward, or about the psych ward, I now work for the psych ward.  Things have a funny way of coming full circle don't they.  I've had my own bouts of whatever you want to call it...teen angst, quarter life crisis, depression, general don't-give-a-shit syndrome, but now that I'm faced with it every day in some way, shape, or form my little fits were relatively benign.  I have seen true mental instability, true pain, horror,

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back and gone again?

I've been drifting between dimensions my friend. On one hand I've been collecting data to be used as fire for my words. On the other I've been lost in a sea of love. It happens to the best of us I suppose. I'm glad to see you're still haunting these spaces. We'll cross words again.