ForYourself

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Disgust by ForYourself, literature

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Disgust

Disgusting, The man who spits on the ground, hair knotted back and flakes clinging to the slippery strands, who is robed in a hand-me-down, face buried under a hunched back and feet glued to the cement as he shuffles along the sidewalk, breaking his mother's back. Disgusting, This man, hindering the crowd, a son to someone but father to none. In one hand, a bottle. In the other, his jacket, held tight across his chest, struggling for warmth as the cold pushes against him nearing him to stillness. Disgusting, A man who once held hands At family dinners, and prayed for acceptance, whose closest friend sat across the table

Danced Away by ForYourself, literature

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Danced Away

Moonlight strobes, caught by her hands, and the beat repeats note after note, while her hands trace letters in the fog. Those hands held mine once, tied like garland, but stolen. That waist held mine and our fingertips would slide, her index would race toward my wrist, slip away and pull back again. Our feet moved with one motion and the pulse repeated song after song. For us – we shared comfort, for that, the last time I danced.

Undesirable -rewrite- by ForYourself, literature

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Undesirable -rewrite-

Locked doors and windows barred within my sight, and the voice I knew has abandoned its tongue. Speechless, I breathe and blind, wander... but my losses are forgiving; still, I listen, and still I shall remain. They call me mute, and yet with words I correct them. They call me shortsighted, and yet far have I guided them. Taken for granted are a sad man's victories, and I cannot hear his cries; I can still take pity.... and his wife the widow, I can still warmly comfort. And yet, in the eyes of man am I still not human. Still, I am undesirable.

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The Pond -rewrite-

My face was unclear when the pond began to ripple. Reflections fought hard to remain where they were, how they were, but all it would take was something as small as a pebble or a touch from my pinky, to turn my face into something different. Circles engulfed my nose, twisting it and turning it over into what I took to be a walnut. I smiled and turned away, watching the sky, waiting for the clouds on the horizon to approach the clearing. I sat back against the nearest tree and closed my eyes, just waiting. All I could hear were the leaves as they waved back, greeting the wind. The day passed, and the sky became a dark blue, shadowed around the

Forever by ForYourself, literature

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Forever

How could I say to you what has not yet been said? Should I say how much I love you? Like in that love poem you've read? A love poem… No, because I'm mute. Call me speechless. I'm trapped without words, only what you've heard before. Repetition at its best does no justice. Perhaps time will speak for me, and say to you what has yet to be said: words with melody that speak on their own, words with flavor that sink past the bones. Perhaps time will father me and teach me the way, the way to portray that thing impossible to say. I would need to live forever.

Provincial by ForYourself, literature

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Provincial

in the shadows of the trees and against the mountainside... So old and trained are the people there, against what is not theirs; so much do they despise. Behind the bars, and under the bottle, the men practice such tradition as to leave our women home, and with the drunks, they socialize. Every home has a rifle, and every gun a target. to kill for either dinner or a trophy, still... it was expected. There i was, from the outside looking in, the one who didn't belong, and so awkward was i to be so open and unafraid of what they had to hide.

Hello by ForYourself, literature

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Hello

Hello, sweet voice An empty feeling I speak to So cold from a distance Yet warm to the touch. You fool me into thinking That im alone, Only to surprise me from behind. Hello, warm colors, that upside-down painting on the wall, an abstract metaphor to me, something to decipher, a mystery I want to solve. What's your name, my distant wonder? Good morning, tender touch, soft bedding beneath me, someone to hold me up every time I'm feeling down. There you are again, so soft-hearted. You speak to me. Sweet dreams, little goddess, that force beyond my own that only you control, who picks me up when I fall down. To trust in

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Resolute by ForYourself, literature

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Resolute

Why are you standing there? With your reflection set aside? Your silhouette will turn to white and swallow you whole and i will be alone, with your memory wrapped tight around my finger. Yet here I am now, stuck to the ground. Im attached by a string to your affection, swinging off the edge by a strand of attention. You should let your gaze wash over me; turn to me and breathe on to my skin, but im untouched now, tortured as you study me. Yet here I am now, stuck by your side. Something is poetic here, hanging in the air. You feel like a magnet, pulling me closer. Your beauty controls me now and as you grip my heart, i read y

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Sep 26
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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My name is Mickey. I like to consider myself a freelance writer. I Live in PA and am a full time student at Keystone College, studying communications with a concentration in journalism/writing.

This girl is a very talented writer and a dear friend of mine. he skills surpass mine, if not are parallel to mine.

Iconic Family:

my love and pride

my close friend, like a sister

I am currently a member of these groups

Current Residence: Far Away, Pennsylvania
Favourite genre of music: all but country and rap(ugh)
Favourite photographer: Steph Thompson
Favourite style of art: original
Operating System: windows
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Favourite cartoon character: spongebob
Personal Quote: You can go your whole life with a handful of friends, but only one will ever truly be there for you

Favourite Visual Artist

doesn't matter

Favourite Movies

WANTED

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica

Favourite Writers

stephen king

Favourite Games

final fantasy

Favourite Gaming Platform

sony

Tools of the Trade

pencil

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Expressing myself

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ForYourself

Oct 27, 2012

Commissions!

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Hey guys! Im gonna open Commissions for dream catchers. I will be able to build you a dream catcher with up to three different colors to match a color scheme of your choice. As for right now, I am working on restricted resources so the webbing design will be pretty basic at first, but I'm hoping that this is a good enough idea that will bring in some much needed money, and then i will be able to get more creative. If anyone is interested, please send me a note with what you have in mind :3 Payment will be needed first in order to have the materials ready. a single dreamcatcher can be built and sent out within the week. each one will be 15

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ForYourself

Jun 29, 2012

Commitment problems

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So my pen wants me to marry her, but i have commitment issues. She doesn't realize that i grow tired of using her all the time, and boy does she like to be used. I NEED A BREAK SOMETIMES. But she insists that i partake, and because i care, i usually listen, but not until after a large argument over conflicting ideas. So my pen's newest involvement is a short series of stories dealing with the idea of transformation. From human to something not, and possibly fluffy. I figured it would be a good exercise of my descriptive voice, so I'm not going to argue with her on this one. Sincerely, Mickey and his pen, who is having an affair with his fo

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Feb 13, 2012

Commissions

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So... i want to give my literature some more attention, and so i will write things for other people, yay! The only thing is, i know nothing about the money making world, OHNO! So as far as prices are concerned I'm a little indecisive. I figure the following for now, but im willing to negotiate seeming as i am a beginner. Stories: 15 - 20 US dollars for anything over ten pages long, but under 20 pages. 5 - 10 US dollars for anything under ten pages long. Poetry: 5 - 10 dollars for every five verses (depending on length of a single verse) I prefer to write free-verse poems under my own style. All works will be in Times New Roman, 12 fo