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Classes are Now Suspended by diablong-buang, literature

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Classes are Now Suspended

"Classes are Now Suspended" Today I wanted to kiss the person beside me inside the bus. It did not matter that I barely knew the person, and that he was a boy. I want to say "I love you" to the next person who greets me. I want to give hugs and kisses for free. I want to bathe in the rain, come home to dry myself, and pretend my jacket was you. The jacket that I wear almost everyday, I'll name it after you. I'll call my guitar by your second name, and play Wonderful Tonight tonight. I want to call my piano by your third name. My fondest dream is to play Chopin's Etude with you. I've kept three pictures of you: relaxed, happy and radiant. The

Re: (no subject) by diablong-buang, literature

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Re: (no subject)

In the crowd I am invisible and you're so in demand Everybody wants you and I do, too So I'll hide you in this suitcase take you to my workplace Every day... I'll let you watch me fall apart Your smile, partly hidden, partly overlooked Your make up doesn't do justice to your lips And for a moment ... I hate you How fickle minded I am So I'll stay away from this place where I can't be seen Anyway... you won't ever notice me I have nothing more to give, so take my excuses. They will never understand what you mean to me (You probably don't get it either) You're just another reason to die But you are also my friend One who won't let my tea

The Dove that Soared by diablong-buang, literature

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The Dove that Soared

The Dove that Soared (as the chorus swelled to a crescendo) We march to the beat of their drums when all I wanna do is run away These careful steps over the two-inch Resistance is futile Impossible to escape They say we need to focus but try to fill us with concerns They say we are limitless but try to fit us in a box Drowned out melodies Incomprehensible And soon, even the beat is lost How do we live with this dilemma? Infinity is the escape velocity. So make her a pair of wings and let her defy gravity Above all the distractions, she makes my heart sing. These careful steps along the thin line Escape is futile Impossible to resist T

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Stuffed Toys, ID Straps... by diablong-buang, literature

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Stuffed Toys, ID Straps...

Even the worst words you whisper are music to my ears Even my own cares my nightmares don't wake me from my dream All of the good things that had passed again come back to me And all of my bad nights it's alright as long as long as you are here by my side Close my eyes and say goodnight Memories in my mind I'll leave them behind Farewell to that distant past There's nothing more to say but …goodbye No... I'm moving on but I'm not giving up. We were falling from the cliff What were we thinking? of bottomless despair Who were we fooling? This airplane we hijacked is crashing down so fast everything I see is ju

Stranger by diablong-buang, literature

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Stranger

Oh, my lover has left me Seen right through me And I'm trying to forget Wish you were blind Wish you wouldn't care Who I am, who I was Because you wouldn't want to know Believe me, you don't want to know I don't need a familiar face to smile at me A familiar hand on my shoulder Or a familiar voice to say "It's okay," I just want to cry And not care if someone sees me When even my shadow has abandoned me Would you stay by my side Or will you finally find your senses And leave me behind? I don't need a familiar roof over my head I don't need the warmth of a fire I'll be glad to spend the night outside Gazing at the sky Wond

Dead Star by diablong-buang, literature

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Dead Star

Tell me just one more thing When you leave will you miss me? You seem so glad to forget me I'm also cleaning my closet packing my bags I'll leave your photograph on the shelf I've lost everything Now I can't go back How I wish to see those yellow flowers again Tired and confused emotionally bruised Afraid of committing a thousand more mistakes in front of your pretty eyes This is why I also want to leave and never look back Somebody help me escape the coming tragedy I wish that I could live today Is that too much to ask? And the world answers Yes.

Chapter One by diablong-buang, literature

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Chapter One

Before everything, I shall introduce my best friend, who is one of the main characters of this story. It’s about him, not me, okay? Myke is one intelligent guy. He was the valedictorian in grade school and high school. He topped the university entrance exams. Yes, he is a nerd. No, he is not nerd-looking. Yes, he’s smart and handsome. Yes, he’s single. (About his girlfriend in DS1, they broke up for a reason that I you don’t want to hear right now.) Not satisfied? Then let me tell you about the university exam that he topped. The University of Kyusi, (yes, the state university) gives an entrance exam that is known to

Chapter Zero by diablong-buang, literature

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Chapter Zero

Hello guys, it's me (again). For those who haven't read Dead Stars, (Author's note: I wrote DS for English class. This story is Dead Stars 2.) I will introduce myself, don't worry. (Be happy.) My name is Rigel. My friends call me Righ. I'm still a student, so I guess you could say I'm young, but I'm a college student already, so you could also say I'm old. That depends on your perspective. I have to tell you first one very important thing about this story: it's not about me. I mean, yeah, I'm in the story, but don't focus on me or you'll never get it. Now I shall start my dedication. Once upon a time, in a place far, far away (from you), bu

Chapter Two by diablong-buang, literature

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Chapter Two

Now, I shall introduce another friend of mine. She's my special friend. You know what that means. Phoebe, who I affectionately call Pao-pao, is my, you know, special someone. As her boyfriend,I just have to say (just in case she reads this), that she is very beautiful and taken. Guys read: taken. I love her, so don't you dare think of taking her away. But then I have to be modest. My girlfriend is not exactly hot or sexy, but she does have a pair of stunning eyes. I mean it. Stunning. Most guys, myself included, can't play basketball with her because they end up staring at her eyes and not caring where the ball went. Then they lose terribly

Codename: Brad by diablong-buang, literature

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Codename: Brad

Are you really my friend? Are you willing to join me to the ends of the earth? Are you sure? Well then... Let's go to the beach look for bananafish I'll drown myself Will you let me? If you love me, you'd let me. Let's ride an airplane Let's go to Japan and visit the golden temple I'll pour gasoline on it, light a match, start a fire, and watch it burn. I won't run away Would you run away? You won't if you love me. Are you really my friend? You're not if you love me. Please love me.

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Keepers of Pandora's Boxes by diablong-buang, literature

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Keepers of Pandora's Boxes

Stay close, stay closed Nobody needs to know Who we are and what we hold Isn't it strange? A strange karma indeed We need to suppress ourselves In order to live Fix the barrier around us Keep the lock at a safe distance And stay away from the key The voices said, don't reveal your strengths Stay closed, closed, Closed until the revolution comes Then your power will be needed in the world Be patient, patient, Patient, and that time will come Your time will come... But I grew tired of pretending And I grew impatient I want to be free, I said, I want to be me. I ran from the barrier And away from the lock Until the key found me And stabbed me

Oedipus - edited by diablong-buang, literature

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Oedipus - edited

They say that when there is war, we prepare for peace and when there is peace, we prepare for war Turn back the pages and read between the lines I've found that the answers had been there all the time You're like a photograph you're the positive I'm like the film I'm the negative I'm just the darker shade of you and you are the lighter tint of me Everything's so sudden that I wasn't able to see it coming Now that I know who you are, I'll never look at you the same way again I thought you were so beautiful unbreakable untouchable I thought you were so perfect that you didn't have a single flaw They say everything that's good

Love in the Post-post-modern by diablong-buang, literature

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Love in the Post-post-modern

"Tomorrow, I'll be okay." That's what I used to say but living with no tomorrow, everything felt so right. I've fallen behind today for the nth time I'm falling once again, falling away. ...and I hope they'll understand Someday, I will catch up and leave the rest behind like they did before "Tomorrow, I'll be okay." That's what I used to say but tomorrow was so long ago. I've fallen in love with you for the nth time I'm falling once again, falling away ...and I hope you'll understand Someday, I will find you and hold you even closer than I did before "Tomorrow, I'll be okay." That's what I used to say Tomorrow was ages

Hello... Goodbye by diablong-buang, literature

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Hello... Goodbye

[Swing Swing] Get a life! You know what? I have to thank you. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have met the love of my life. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be listening to any music. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have tried to play the guitar. if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be going to a recital this week. I'll be playing and singing "Swing Swing." So what if I'm a girl and the song is about a girl? [Common People] God is dead. I loved your lessons, but I never agreed with them. I got a bad grade because I didn't give the answer you were looking for. Your lessons are beautiful. And that is why I know they are false. Oh how I

Curiosity Did Not Kill the Cat by diablong-buang, literature

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Curiosity Did Not Kill the Cat

The cat was curious. She wanted to know something; she wanted to find some truth. Isn't that how we all feel? Or do we feel like we know everything? The cat had nine lives. Don't you think that after living seven times, she would have found her truth? Don't you think that after dying eight times, she would have found a way to avoid unnecessary death? No, the cat did not cause her own death. Point your finger at the human, instead. For because of his hunger he neglected the cat's knowledge and wisdom and saw her only as a piece of meat. Where is our cat now? Her body is in a siopao. Her soul is in heaven. Pity us, dear cat, for most of us

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Knowledge v. Corruption by MrParaduo, literature

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Knowledge v. Corruption

Knowledge v. Corruption There is a fallacy within corruptive knowledge, not that which is used as propaganda to set in memes of political strife, no, but in knowledge itself being that which corrupts. A book is just a book, filled with the thoughts of its transcriber, or parroted by another at the behest of its author. Nay, tis the wording, not the facts themselves, that can lead to corruption. When written in such a way that reveals traces of the writer's opinion, rather than academic fact, the author attempts to project their perspective of a topic onto the reader, however subtle or obvious it may be -- eg. the birds flee south for the win

on forgetting. by twelvedaysofjune, literature

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on forgetting.

remind me what it is to be human, you say, and i think of the candle burning in the next room, the broken glass on the floor, the "i'm sorry"'s we forgot to say. i remember the way your hair looks in the wind, all the phone calls i forgot to answer, the way you look when you cry, like a child, lost, grasping for air. i think of the way you love, like you've never lost anything at all, like the storm is never coming. remind me what it is to be human, you say, and it makes me realize i've forgotten, too.

Counting Down the Seconds by MystPhaze, literature

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Counting Down the Seconds

Counting Down the Seconds to the Death of a Dying World There was a girl who survived a car crash She felt the lingering fingertips of death float through her and grasp at empty air As she heard the screams and her world faded to black She lost her father, and she lost her eyesight (the drunk driver lost his license and cursed her dead father) There was a man who was keeping a secret from the world A contract kept him from exposing the evils behind soundproof doors and walls “For science,” they said, but he tried to save them anyways, the damaged boys and girls He lost his job, he lost his family, and he lost thirty years of hi

Me and You by Ganbatte123, literature

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Me and You

Sometimes, we are the same. Soft, caring, strong teenagers who aren't afraid to fight for what we believe in. You like Back to the Future. I like it too. I like pocky. And so do you. We're more alike than we could ever have imagined. I've never met anyone as much like me As you. Sometimes, we are opposites entirely. I'm the blunt, sarcastic one. You're milder, kinder. I'm the rebel without a cause. The Spanish fireball, who dyes her hair in protest. Gives herself tattoos just to feel something. The one who breaks her parents' hearts, just to break them all over again when they start to heal. The foolish, stereotypic brat. But you see

creating something beautiful by towards-eternity, literature

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creating something beautiful

my skin is raw red and wedding-white from when the watches' honed hands lacerated me as they melted, but i am no salvador dali. [48] the writer says, i can feel the words with my thoughts but not with my fingers, and i cannot trust my thoughts because objectively they are not real. repeat after me: i will only believe what i have physical, sensual proof of. i will only believe what i have physical, sensual proof of. physical sensual proof - the writer says, i process that with my thoughts; therefore, there is no proof, no physical, no sensual, no reality, and no "me." "blood" will not splatter my fingers incriminating crimson; "skyline" ca

Shit... by SharoPur, journal

Shit...

Jun 16, 2012

How's a person supposed to find themselves when you have to be stuck on one place and study, be stuck on one place and work, be stuck on one place and make family, be stuck on one place and receive pention, be stuck on one place and die... Right now I just wish to sew a few solar batteries to my backpack, get my tablet-laptop, my camera and screw everything else... Even my mobile phone since I have rarely used it more than once a day in the last few months. I guess a lot of people find themselves in the net, but I can't seem to find anything there either, only other people, and for these 24 years of life I've kinda developed an allergy toward

to love. by twelvedaysofjune, literature

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Hello! :)

I like art, but not as much as I like music and literature.
I write poetry and flash fiction; not much lately, but there are some works in progress. I also do traditional art in oil pastel and acrylic paint.

Kind of a hermit right now. Feel free to comment or send a note. I don't bite people.

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SaintlyDark, greiver, RoboGreggy

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Uncharted Waters II: New Horizons

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diablong-buang

Mar 1, 2016

Thinking of coming back. Do people even remember me? O.o Oh well...

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diablong-buang

Oct 31, 2012

Nothing but nothing

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It's been four days now of total emptiness. It's not even loneliness or depression, just staring at a black hole, feeling nothing. If anything, I'm slightly annoyed at my lack of emotions. Some people would think having no feelings would be useful, they're probably right, but it erases all enjoyment from life. I don't even enjoy food. I eat for nutritional value, and so I can drink my meds safely. I got sick last weekend, but nothing serious. No, my big problem isn't physical or even mental. It's much deeper, on the emotional and spiritual side of things. Unless I caught some new strain of flu that hacks into the brain, or something. I've b

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diablong-buang

Sep 19, 2012

I got it, I got it... nope, I lost it again.

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Just when I thought I had cleared my head enough and gotten the motivation to start over... Nope. I'm in a deep pit. I don't even know why. I just feel ridiculously empty. Like you can pour all the best wishes on me and they'll just go out through a million holes. I want to find meaning, I want to find love, I want to find happiness, except I don't really "want", the meaning of the word is lost on me, as well as the other words. It's like finding out I've been betrayed and despite what I believed so far, I don't matter. My feelings don't matter. I could try to get angry about that, but remember, it doesn't matter what I feel. People migh

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Sphyrnax

Aug 18, 2016

Thank you so much for the watch! ;u; I truly appreciate it and I hope you can continue to enjoy my work!

Thanks for the fave.

Well, that was quick. O.O
It's nice to read your works again after all this time.

I saw your post in the forums and...

I remember you! I'm not sure what my username was a few years ago though.

I'm not sure if you'll remember me, but my name is Ashleigh.

diablong-buang

Aug 12, 2012

Ash? Oh wow I lost your email and I thought I'd never see you again...

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Aug 13, 2012