d-outcaster

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Stare... to tell by d-outcaster, literature

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Stare... to tell

Do care do stare inside of me what your obvious can't see what's hidden beneath share unwear your memories galled as the empty glare you give me every night you look at me never ever be as clever as me I can be a princess and a frog a lover and a nihilist an eye and a touch SEE? how clever I can be stop telling what was never told what your mind folds into neatly packed A4 paper Write realise that what you write makes you realise you write the same realisations written in hundred different words

Mirages fading through my mind by d-outcaster, literature

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Mirages fading through my mind

Were sure So sure About my body About my eyes But now, Now, That the colors are fading Into a deeper purple In a deeper depth Of a deepening black Colors that fade Into a thousand thoughts A thousand oceans Of underived feelings Of unstoppable beatings Pinch me Till I feel your breath On my hand Because I can't feel the pain Doomed To stare at a fool That made a fool of her toys Of her joys Till she realised That there was nothing to stare at Not now That she witnessed her own death

Conformed creatures by d-outcaster, literature

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Conformed creatures

A cursed zig zagged move And there they were Glaring heavily Ready to self justify what they selfishly assumed "let me sleep,"she said blurring out peacefully "Why, Why my child?" the unempathising creatures whined As they grabbed her uselessly to another bed where they could observe and be inspired, by their daughter's state to excrete accusations of her unchristian life She drank and blurred That was her natural being But they were conserved with thoughts that conformed an irrealistic theory that never belonged to her

My love, you void me by d-outcaster, literature

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My love, you void me

This thought arousing me tormenting me oddly likely to calm me but lusting itself inside now now you look at me now you pull me heavily now you caress me carnously now your lips come closer thoughts flow unable to stop such a wanted illusion endless from stopping myself from wanting you now you kiss me so hardly so passionately I am dying in your arms Pushing me to a dungeon Voiding me further With your emotionless lusts deepening further my love now you stop looking at me as if I am your plastic doll you push me much closer making me feel everything that you own The ultimate intimacy heat passion lu

Story of a monster by d-outcaster, literature

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Story of a monster

The unknown obvious creature Birthing its own predator Repelling the pink dressed angels Exhaling its own respiration Showers of invisible tears Blackening what remains of Its own useless existance Darkening further its unstainable black For the first time.. Smile as deep as hell Eyes wide as heaven Breathing like a newborn baby shaking like a crying elder Now it dares Grab the branded metal Highering it with a battle Of opposinng pressures Of fear and exaltation It comes closer Seconds seem hours Memories rate all years Forming a justification For the future crimson tears Now its touching The hand gave its last push

Disappeared soul by d-outcaster, literature

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Disappeared soul

My soul are you there? I've been wathcing you as you flew away with your white wings where night bowed at day since your goodbye Its cold outside its freezing inside because now the devil no longer cries. The paradox of his warmth ambience The only grip and recession to damnation are memories of pink dresses and useless laughs of chocolate pies and dirty teeth. Where simplicity once fulfilled me Does death mean a stinking mouth? Does death mean a dead mind? Does death mean a crimson secretion? For me its just describing A saddenned intiution that life is an unplanted soil

hundred days by d-outcaster, literature

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hundred days

hundred days the eyes can't see the white vanished as crimson took over hundred days the heart is moving as the corpse breathes The rememberance of fear hundred days the hand moves reaching the face unweighing it from tears hundred days away from grace away from the re birth of the beginning of this end hundred days but now I close my eyes I see your face in a hundred memory pictures

unseen senses by d-outcaster, literature

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unseen senses

Seeing you, as I smile foolishly at your innocent glance yet filled with the paradox of intelligence Hearing you, as I admire deeply your discreetness decorated with mythical knowledge Touching you, as I start to fall and you grab my hand. You being numb of what it means to me Scenting you, as I recall who you are and combine the parallel of this sweet strange scent with your mysterious ambience Feeling you, as I stand here staring at this illusionary picture of you, as I embrace it dearly Knowledge of this belonging to your magnificient being Tearing away that reality That you can't be mine because of this

The unobvious obvious by d-outcaster, literature

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The unobvious obvious

They held my hand So firmly tight Sighing deeply Their guilt their hide They caressed my face As I stood there Staring and asking 'Why now you care?' They whispered encouragingly Not to give up But I could not listen Hearing was enough NOW they heard the screamed silence NOW they see the unobvious Now they empathised my pain Now they valued all my being So I closed my eyes I released the pain Now its them they cry And its me that's blind

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crawling inside by d-outcaster, literature

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crawling inside

Crawling inside An illusion for a prohibited reality, Crawling to seek a smile, Reach out my hand to touch the false sky I am falling again to myself Warmth has vanished Just like the yellow fallen trees, Brushed away by the wind Yet still I see a blurred light Dying for a Home, Longing to hide again Belonging to nowhere Just to a stranger I will fall to avoid the colours Fall again to reach the depth To make illusions, To go to another world

Haunting illusions by d-outcaster, literature

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Haunting illusions

Haunting Illusions No grip to humanity It just vanished Like d memory of beauty And the smell of freedom An endless haunting That colours my illusions And ruins my existence Of which it will finally end A lust for solitude, A dream to fly away Where flowers scent purely, Where people are just a cruel memory No tears, No fears, I fell again Into the depth of my illusions

prohibited suicide by d-outcaster, literature

Where's your death? by d-outcaster, literature

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Where's your death?

oh no oh no.... you are breathing again I heard your screams I saw your bleeding how come you're not dead? Your eyes were terrified I pitied you for once but then I remembered how you lived And hated you again Your silence killed me, Your illusions manipulated me, Your tears saddened me, And your death should have only freed me.. This mirror I see, this face of grief, this living corpse, oh no oh no..its breathing,its me

My invisible him.. by d-outcaster, literature

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My invisible him..

I stare I stare.. You are there but no one sees You are with me But you can't speak You are living in me like some deadly seed you don't know me ,NO yet I do feel you so I still hear your voice And I treasure it with my tears I stay silent My heart's the only noise You care, you live, You smile, you see, but you're blind to the invisible you're deaf to my silent screams

The expressed 'n' by d-outcaster, literature

Stupid normal people by d-outcaster, literature

The disillusionist by d-outcaster, literature

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The disillusionist

I caress the photo of innocence I smile at the irreal illusions I hold the treasures of innocence where there was no logical fear I scratch the face of the mirror's reflection I water the eyes that have made me see the unseen I sob silently to express my misunderstood fears I scream as I exhale air, hoping to inhale no more I see blood, I see tears Not pain I feel Just a sense of misbeleif That finally I did what I did

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Why Bother by sollofilth, literature

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Why Bother

hold my face deep under water made a simple wish i will never be like you but why do i bother you're right always right right...right (why) cut the wrist slit the throat dream of tomorrow ...without you suffer alone let the drool drown the insects suffer alone its all you're worth but why do i bother you're right always right right...right (why) the words i will eat from you fuck your perfection i will not fall i am not the enemy dream as i break open the eyes open the chest to fall into me mix your views i'll sell you mine i will never back down i will never hide from you (FUCK YOU) and your fucking vi

Deliverance by sollofilth, literature

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death love by d-outcaster, literature

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death love

Ilove you so much I cry every night I die every day Happiness made you blind her whispers made you deaf Deaf to my screams Blind to the darkness You put me into oh you see me oh I hear thee Whisperly laughing turning around smiling at her I look at you You forgot me again I am an innate of you but silently, not knowing you pushed me away but I came closer I touched that fire I burned so deeply The scars were glowing As if they were flowers I grabbed my salvation I poked it at my damnation I watered my reflection with crimson as red as my irrational love I loved you so much I cried every night I died.. to

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Malta
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Malta
Favourite genre of music: grunge, gothic, ska, ambiental ..bla bla
Personal Quote: Rights not charity

Favourite Movies

Motorcycles' diaries, The blessed child

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

all kinds of good music..from the beatles...to nirvana...to aphex twin..to within temptation

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Mario Azzopardi

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abstract art,observing people, reading social/political history stuff, writing verses, buzz around w

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d-outcaster

Oct 13, 2006

changed my username

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hi I changed my account to hippy-garde I kind of was fed up with the username :D take care

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d-outcaster

Aug 1, 2005

make DA a community

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Note: this is copied...spread the word "Okay, folks. Here's the deal. By now, you've heard that Scott Jarkoff, aka °jark, is now a FORMER Staff Member. I'm not privy to the whys, wherefores, and whatever-the-hells are going on behind the scenes here. Don't ask me anything about that. I know probably just as much as you do. DeviantArt, in my opinion, is becoming less about COMMUNITY and more about CORPORATION. So what we need to do is bring back THE COMMUNITY. Here's my suggestion. On August 7th, DA turns five years old. Five years for a website like this should be a grand affair, one big event. So don't submit anything on August