aristotleunbound

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We by aristotleunbound, literature

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We

We start our journey single entities with restless souls lost, alone and weary, jaded searching for something we can't even name We see a glimmer of hope a spark of interest our hearts beat as one for a fraction of a second and we call it love We take your hand like orphaned children and follow you home hiding in all of your dark places filling your cupboards, hiding under your stairs We think the hole in us has been healed, filled, repaired and carry on, day by day not letting ourselves admit that we are dying inside We sit quietly and patiently wanting to appease you and be worthy of your affection and let our own d

Thursday Night by aristotleunbound, literature

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Thursday Night

The smell of our indiscretions lingers, the perfume of our sweat a stale lullaby as i breathe in the scent of our elation. The sound of your breathing hitches and your arm closes in on my escape and my heart begins its race. The feel of our skin quivers and our hands catch abandoned phallanges and we kiss oh so sweetly. The beat of our hearts quickens and our mouths shape signs of happiness as we fall back into the oblivion of sleep.

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The Beauty and the Hag by aristotleunbound, literature

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The Beauty and the Hag

A lonely girl upon a worn bus seat stares out the window as the world passes her by She sees herself, the same old routine. She retreats and screams "why god-why me?" She sees her fate flash before her eyes, the silence inside, never died. She sees herself, the snaggled tooth woman with the greasy hair A lonely hag upon a worn bus seat, stares out the window as the world passes her by...

A Haunting Lie by aristotleunbound, literature

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A Haunting Lie

He's haunting my thoughts My heart, My insides He's stolen my soul Release I can't find This love is addicted, an adrenaline rush, bottled up for the most adventerous of us Your soul carried mine through the hard times without realizing Your hearts stolen mine To hold it in it's dark embrace to save my last little bit of grace C'mere my love- I'll gove you a taste Of what life would be like If you would not fight Those feelings that you feel You hold deep inside never once knowing why You can love an anguisette while living a lie

night before Gogol Bordello by aristotleunbound, literature

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night before Gogol Bordello

Twas the Night before Gogol Bordello, And in Annas House, Not a thing wasnt moved, not even the couch. The socks were washed in warm water with care, In hopes that tommorrow soon would be there. The cats were snuggled all up in her bed, the likes of which she would see just in her head. And mom with her heating pad, and I in my fix, had just mellowed out to work on icon pix, When out in the living room, there arose such a clatter, I stubbed my toe, trying to see what was the matter. Away to the laundry, I flew like a flash, Tore open the dryer door and threw up my hands. The moon out the window on the bare front lawn, Gave

A Mother's Love by aristotleunbound, literature

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A Mother's Love

She stares at me like im the devil. I stare at her like shes the last thing on earth. I strive to be perfect for her, but it will never be. I am the shunned one. I am the family disgrace. I will never be good enough, she screams, and the words fall off her lips, like diamonds in the rough. I hit the wall as the slap hits home leaving a cherry red stain across my unearthly pale skin. The Careening in my brain, still tells me to hate her, to hit her back, to fight the abuse, yet, i will forever, love her She screams and calls me names you wretched little whore has now been adopted as my title I am not longer

Hands by aristotleunbound, literature

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Hands

Sensual, Blocky An anime artist's dream A dfuture fortold in lines and grids, so deep my fate could never be changed. Pale, unrelenting, almost dead blue veins streaking through with acrylic nails dressed up in midnight These hands have cut glass, built stages, fences, ale houses, and dreams Directed camping of Faire, Written sagas and epitaphs, displaying my innermost thoughs for the world's scrutiny Ny future is set but no one knows holding hands with someone I love, comforting my kids in the dark of night endless hours of spinning tales sewing quilts and clothes alike piecing glass to catch the light pindhed by

And the tears shall fall... by aristotleunbound, literature

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And the tears shall fall...

The paper is unfolded the look upon your face is of utter hatred and pain. And the words just come out, apologies like no other and the tears shall fall. The betrayal is there. The silence is palpable and I have given everything I can. And my heart starts to break, causing pain, unimaginable, and my tears start to fall. The book is thrown to the floor. The sigh as you stand and walk out of the room, heading for the door. And I block your way, and beg you to stay, And your tears start to fall. The hurt is evident. The pain as we both cry, standing in each other's arms. And we beg and plead And our tears fall. The tears

Viggo Poem- Attempt 1 by aristotleunbound, literature

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Viggo Poem- Attempt 1

Sitting in the corner, the boy waits silently, curled up like a broken doll. The bruises blossom over his skin while he listens to the sound of shattering glass (and the angry words, slicing deeper then anything else ever could.) A Lonely girl crys inside, never letting the tears fall while they point and laugh, emphasizing her otherwise unblemished carmel skin. Hiding her eyes, she walks away but the sounds od their cruel and usual laughter flood her soul into a shallow oblivion. A man sits in a worn chair with a tattered photograph. The window is open and the snow is falling silently, each flake a memory, each flake a seperate mome

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TWLOHA by aristotleunbound, literature

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TWLOHA

I see the pain her eyes, the pleading look for forgiveness of herself and others. I want to help, I want to be the one that will show her there is rescue, that recovery is there. I want to hide the sharps paint the walls white again. Clean up the blood and kiss her goodnight. I want to kiss her scars away I want to write love on her arms. Show her she is more then she knows that she deserves better I want to make the pain go away chase her demons back to hell fight for her in ways that no one else had. Shes slipped through the cracks ignored by everyone I want to save her show her we care Make her want to live

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United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: far far away from the ones that I love
Favourite genre of music: depends on my mood
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Wallpaper of choice: one of mine
Skin of choice: My own?
Favourite cartoon character: Katchoo from Strangers in Paradise
Personal Quote: Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.

Favourite Visual Artist

Joseph Chan, Boris Vallejo

Favourite Movies

Empire Records,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Almost any

Favourite Writers

Laurell K. Hamilton, Terry Brooks, Anne Bishop, CS Friedman, Neil Gaiman,

Favourite Games

too many

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox 360 or PS3

Tools of the Trade

Photoshop, Painter, Pilot Pens and a Notebook?

Other Interests

music, writing, bands

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aristotleunbound

Mar 13, 2009

Echelon

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I'm preparing for war. Are you in or not? (For you non-echies out there, there will be art. And photography that includes said 30STM related art.)

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aristotleunbound

Feb 27, 2009

2008 Pop Culture Review

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I know, I know, I'm late. Sorry guys, life is kinda getting away at the moment. BUT! I have reviews! First off is my pop culture review, then MY year in review, if anyone really cares. So, here goes. Movies 1. Dark Knight- Enough said. Saw it 4 times in theaters and now own the extended Blu-Ray edition. 2. Nick and Noras infinite Playlist- Cutest movie in the world for some reason, and something that is realistic, sweet, and yet very poignant. 3. Wanted- Badass in SO many ways. From angelina Jolie with tattoos to amazing guns, this movie moves me. Books 1. World War Z- If you own the Zombie Survival Guide, go buy it. You will love it.

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Nov 3, 2008

Sick and Tired of being sick and tired

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I'm so fucking sick  of being there for everyone else and then getting fucked over as a result. Seriously. All I wanted to do today was get my Moneta tickets (two, in case anyone wants to buy one in case Thor doesnt go- $8) and then get my nails done. Also running errands was kinda nice, but did the nail thing happen? NO. Because my fucktard mother wanted a new tattoo so fucking badly (that took way too long and she doesnt even like it) and then had to bring dinner home by 7. And then she yells at me about how I cook and clean and do everything around the house and how Thor treats me like shit and walks all over me and about how Im not goin