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Maybe I should just leave.
Pack nothing.
Just grab some stuff
and go.
Out the door, hang a left,
and just keep walking 'till my shoes give out.
And never look back.

Maybe I should just leave.
Maybe there is nothing here for me.
Maybe I should see what is out there.
Just get away from all that I know,
from everyone I know.
From everyone who knows me.

MAybe I should just leave.
LEave everything behind.
Just go and see
what's behind the horizon,
and the horizon after that,
and the next,
and the next.
Until there are no more horizons.

Maybe I should just leave
and never come back.
The Shadow Man came to my house
all spindly fingers, gaunt face, spidery legs,
pale skin lanky hair and sly smile,
selling thoughtfulness and introspection,
selling sensitivity and grand feelings,
for just a tiny price,
his jet-black tux
all frayed and flapping in the breeze.

The Shadow Man, he never left,
he is still here,
bony fingers on my shoulder...
"Just a tiny bit of your soul,"
was what he said
that day I made the deal,
buying thoughtfulness and introspection,
sensitivity and grand feelings
for just that little price.
"Just a tiny bit of your soul,"
was what he said,
"for me to still my appetite."
And he took his price
and has since taken it
and again
and again...
The Shadow Man
On the nature of depression,
the black dog,
The Shadow Man.
I don't love you.
That's what I said.
I know that you are nice and all,
and you're great fun to be around,
but I don't love you.

I don't love you.
That's what I said.
We tease each other constantly
every time we meet,
and I can't stop grinning
when we do,
but I don't love you.

I don't love you.
That's what I said.
We like a lot of the same things,
and also things different enough
not to be boring to each other.
But I don't love you.

I don't love you.
That's what I said.
We're both interested in other people.
But every time we meet,
I am amazed
at what a liar I am.
I don't love you
I'm a liar. That's not really what I said at all. ^^
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How dare you!
FUCK YOU mister high and mighty!
FUCK YOU and your high horse!
How dare you call me weak?
It is I who endures the flood,
wheathers the storm,
I do not fall prey
to mercenary desires,
to the savage screams
that echo through the
between your ears
Mr fucking Lizard-brain!
Do you think it's easy,
not to run from loss?
To not assign blame?
To not give in to anger?
To hold on to love?
To go out into the cold,
and run my tongue along
the edge of loneliness?
PISS OFF, dick brain!
YOU don't call the shots!
YOU cannot shatter me!
YOU cannot make me
into splinters,
into shards,
into nothing!
It is I who stands,
and you who is the weak beast,
I am PROUD to be romantic,
PROUD to be a fool!
For rather a fool
and a good man,
than a beast like you
grasping, gorging, devouring,
gnawing away at all that holds meaning to me,
and shitting out the bones.
I am LOVE, the true PASSION, the THOUGHT!
Beat at me with all your might,
You may wound me,
I may bleed,
but yet I stand, and I'm the one
on THIS side of the mirror.
Talk, Mirror (Reflection, Part 2)
This is part two of a two-part work. If you haven't already, read part one, "Mirror Talk".

This is a work of fiction. The views and opinions displayed here do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the author (i.e. me)
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You pathetic weakling,
foolish idiot,
fucking crybaby!
Hide that face!
Run, like you always do!
Crawl back into your hole!
You are pathetic!
Always mewling,
for things you cannot have.
Things YOU let slip through your fingers.
Things YOU couldn't hold on to.
Your weakness disgusts me.
Just looking at that face,
those big, sad, soulful, green
in that idiotic thing you call
your skull.
Like there were brains in there
instead of mush,
soaked through with your insipid
oh so ro-fucking-mantic fantasies,
I want to VOMIT!
Want to SMASH my fists in there
and see it turn to splinters,
and nothing.
YOU can't hold on to a thing!
YOU messed up and got your life stuck!
YOU messed up, and now she's gone!
YOU messed up, and now you can't move on!
BOO fucking HOO!
Crawl the fuck back into the mud where you hide!
Slink off, you fucking pathetic, WEAK AS FUCK little SHIT!
GO! And I will do it RIGHT!
I will TAKE the NEW,
GRAB the world,
will FUCK it like the WHORE it is!
And all that you lost?
Mirror Talk (Reflection, Part 1)
This is part one of a two-part work. Please also read the second part, "Talk, Mirror". Please, read it, and don't be deterred by this part.

Also, just to be safe: This is a work of fiction. The views and opinions displayed here do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the author (i.e. me)
I feel another rant coming on. What's more, it is about how I understand art, once again!

Art is supposed to be free. It should be free. Free to do its own thing. Free to be its own purpose.

But! Art should also be free to be political. Opinionated. Not only about beauty, but about issues. Free to be unpleasant, uncomfortable.

All art is about things that matter to the artist, in one way or another. That can be both "Ars gratia Artis" (Sorry for stealing, MGM!) and art that kicks some issue right where it hurts.

And another BUT! Art does not exist in a vacuum. Art exist as much because an artist makes it, as it exists because people see it. Art does not only spring forth from the artist's pen (or brush, or graphics tablet, or guitar, or hammer and chisel), but is also created in the heads of all the people who view it. (I have already done a journal entry about this.) Thus, NO ART IS ABOVE CRITIQUE, as no opinion is above opposition. And neither is it above dislike. No art is objectively antirely true, or valid, or good. Neither is it entirely untrue, or invalid, or bad. The rest is a matter of taste, and argument. A whole lot of argument, sometimes.
And that is just as well, because if it wasn't: Why bother? Why provoke? Why challenge our peers? Why be inspired or angered or touched? Why?

Knight-Poet out!


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Book-of-Shards Featured By Owner 16 hours ago
Mille grazie!
Knight-Poet Featured By Owner 11 hours ago  Student Writer
De nada ;)
Book-of-Shards Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014
Danke sehr :)
Knight-Poet Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014  Student Writer
Bitteschön :)
Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm a little late with this, but than you very very much for the watch. :heart:
Knight-Poet Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2014  Student Writer
You are very welcome ;)
Book-of-Shards Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014
Thanx for the Fav! :)
Knight-Poet Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Student Writer
You are very welcome ;)
Crystal-Magic13 Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
This is a happy late/early birthday card for all of my friends,
because I overdo it too much to make you all your own.
:glomp: I wish I could though! :huggle:

When I got on DA today, I was alarmed.
:icontruckglompplz: :icontruckglompplz: :icontruckglompplz: :icontruckglompplz: :icontruckglompplz:
It's almost your birthday!!!!!
:iconcheerplz: :iconcheerplz: :iconcheerplz: :iconcheerplz: :iconcheerplz:
:iconbummy1::iconbummy2::iconbummy3: :iconbummy1::iconbummy2::iconbummy3:

Then I was like
Because it's almost your birthday, and I have no plans for your party!
:idea::idea: :idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea::idea:
Suddenly I had so much to do.
:iconcaekplz: :iconcakechocplz: :iconcakepinkplz: :iconcakeplz: :cake: :iconchocolatesplz: :iconice-creamplz: :iconmegacookie: :iconoreoplz: :iconthecakeplz: :iconcheesecakeplz: :icongoodcheesecakeplz:  :iconthecakeisalieplz: :iconpieceofcakeplz: :iconcookie-plz::iconicecreamconeplz: :iconchocolatebarplz: :iconcupcakedivider1plz::iconcupcakedivider2plz::iconcupcakedivider3plz:
Music ,
:iconcrazysoloplz::iconmuzikplz::iconrockonplz::iconrimshotplz: :iconcrazysoloplz::iconmuzikplz::iconrockonplz::iconrimshotplz:
And awesome friends!
:iconbummiesplz::iconcarameldansenplz::iconparanoiddanceplz::iconhitlerdanceplz::iconmonkeydancetooplz::iconpyrodanceplz::icongrindanceplz::iconmashedpotatoplz: :iconflowerdanceplz: :iconcutedanceplz: :iconhappy-dance-plz: :iconfingerdanceplz: :iconhappydancerplz: :iconloopydanceplz: :iconcheerdanceplz: :iconveryexcitedplz::iconweekenddanceplz: :icondancingtardplz: :iconrelaxeddanceplz: :iconvictorydanceplz: :iconwindanceplz::iconspinplz::iconweekenddanceplz: :iconvictorydanceplz: :iconyaayplz: :icondancetogetherplz: :iconspacetaxiplz: :icondancenaoplz: :iconspinplz: :iconshallwedanceplz: :iconbummiesplz:
I was satisfied with my preparations.
Than I realized something terribly important. So important it would effect everything I had done.
I DIDN'T MAKE THE BANNER YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:icontrampolinefunplz::iconpowernoes::iconexplodeplz: :iconheadsmashplz::icontantrumplz: :iconreallyangryplz:
There was only one way to fix it. PANIC!!!!
Then make the banner.
:iconlovebottleplz: :iconnoneplz::iconnoneplz::iconletter-hplz::iconletter-aplz::iconletter-pplz::iconletter-pplz::iconletter-yplz::iconnoneplz::iconnoneplz::iconlovebottleplz:
:iconlovebottleplz: :iconletter-bplz::iconletter-iplz::iconletter-rplz::iconletter-tplz::iconletter-hplz::iconletter-dplz::iconletter-aplz::iconletter-yplz::iconexclamationmark2plz::iconlovebottleplz:
We made plans. Everyone would
:iconhappybirthdaysignplz::iconglompplz: :iconsnuzzleglompplz: :iconattackglompplz: :iconhyperglompplz: :iconfurryglompplz: :iconredbullglompplz: :iconslowglompplz: :iconpounceglomp: :iconglompage: :icongwomp: :iconsuperglompplz::iconpyroglompplz: :iconnewglomp: :iconfail-glompplz: :icongromp: :iconglompsomethingplz::iconglompbackplz: :iconcocoglompplz: :iconcreepglompplz: :icondragonglomp: :iconsoftglompplz: :icongringlomp::iconnoesglomp: :icongwompplz: :iconglomp1plz::iconglomp2plz: :iconglompglompplz::iconsuperheroglompplz: :iconnomglompplz: :iconultraglompplz: :iconbatglompplz: :iconglitterglompplz::iconcopterglomp1plz::iconcopterglomp2plz::iconflirtglompplz::iconcookieglompplz: :iconninjaglompplz::iconcuteglompplz: :icondontglompplz::iconbouncyhai: :icontardwaveplz: :iconhellothereplz: :iconhihihiplz:  :iconwavesplz: :iconwave-plz: :icontard-wave-plz: :iconhappywaveplz: :iconcocowaveplz: :iconomghaiplz: :iconwavesplz: :iconworshipsplz: :iconworshipsplz2: :iconiworshipplz: :iconbowplz:

We were all in our places, prepared to surprise you, when suddenly I realized.
YOU WOULDN'T BE COMING!!!!! So we ate all the snacks, danced to all the music,
and made you this card! Also, we saved you something very very special.
:hug: From us to you!
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