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Dayle Beinke

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Running by dissonance, literature

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Running

I ask you, please don't leave me alone, There's no telling what might happen. I'm lost and blind and I can't take this again. Alone with myself, and I'm scared. Scared and running, I'm deeper than before. The light at the end of the tunnel was just a reflection, I've been going the wrong way this whole time. So I turn and run again, into the dark that's mine. Nothing more to say, have you got nothing more to say to me? Nothing more than "give it time, it'll be fine." Forgive me for everything I've done, and I'll forget everything else you've said. Nothing sounds sweeter than guilt laid to rest. Scared and running, I've taken a wro

Perception by dissonance, literature

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Perception

Walking through a shopping centre, I look around at all the smiling faces, they flicker. For an instant I see inside the facade, I see inside at the same face they all wear; the blank, lifeless, loveless, awful display. Vision returns to normal, the masks are back in place. I walk further, entering a store, browsing with the masses. Finding what I came for I make my way to the counter, walking amongst the blind, the flicker comes again. I greet the man behind the counter and shiver as his lips twitch in a smile that never touches his dead eyes. He sees me off with an empty cookie-cutter platitude. There's a lump in my throat, Fear in my gut

Your Faith by dissonance, literature

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Your Faith

Your faith makes you kind, Your faith makes you strong, Your faith clouds your mind, and your faith makes you wrong. You stand tall with your faith, Throw its light to dark corners, But what do you do when it's stripped of its wonder? You cower and hide and whimper in dark. So what happens when your faith falls apart? You crawl around blind, right back to the start. This faith of yours in something unseen, That blinds you to the world and the issues at hand, The faith you wield as a shield against fear, It presents a vision of all things obscene... Your faith doesn't save you, Your faith doesn't care. It only prolongs your suf

Voices by dissonance, literature

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Voices

The voices are telling me to enjoy the ride "It's going straight to hell," they say, "so you may as well eat your pride, bite the bullet and join the rest with your last breath." Is this the way it's meant to be? Does it even matter any more? So stretch out, enjoy your space as others give in and fall, Your time will come, soon It'll be yours, your time to shine, your time to glow, your time to glimmer, your time to sputter out and die. But your time's not now, your temple has yet to rise... What I really mean to say with this, what I really need to tell is that you're not wanted, you don't belong, why are you still here? There's no

You're Cold by dissonance, literature

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You're Cold

You're cold Operate on nerve, not feeling Judge on thought, not emotion How can you hope to understand When all you do is think, not feel You're cold Abuse and mistrust All you can fathom is stagnant, rust Your mind is greased and singly aimed Your heart, is withered and atrophied I couldn't exist as you do, only trusting grey, never red. There's no warmth in fear There's only fear in your mind No room for love where fear runs rampant You're cold and alone and so it shall be Nitrogen Queen, all you can aspire to... All you see You're cold... There is no cure.

Too Old by dissonance, literature

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Too Old

Spiralling out of control Spreading thin and tearing out I stand before you a broken shell A toy no longer required. Used up, burnt out, torn apart and thrown away Revolving on the spot, expending energy to no avail Tire and bent and twisted and bitter Only twenty, but I feel too old. So much life ahead of me It has to get better, I couldn't stand another 60 years of this Wanting what you can't have Working for something you'll never afford Pouring out your mind, sifting through the chaos Blending scenarios, planning a downfall Uplifting and funny, a pleasure to be around but not with I'm only twenty, but this is all too old S

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Drop by dissonance, literature

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Drop

Maybe I'll let this all slide, I know I've tried, but it's all gone away. What was there is no more, what could've been never will. I can't help the way I feel. I guess it's no one's fault, I guess I have none to blame. I didn't want this to end, I never wanted this to stop. No one can tell with me any more, you all think I'm playing a game. How many times do I have to break down? How far do I drop? It's hard not to give up when you're the only one who cares, Hard to keep it up when no one else is there. You'll contact me when you can stand me again, You'll let me know when we can be friends. Why should I wait for you? Why should

Scene by dissonance, literature

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Scene

I'm a little disappointed A little upset. I'm a little crazy, A little unpredictable. I'm a little tired, A bit sick. I'm a tad over this, A little, teensy bit RAGING. Where are the ones who say they care? Where are those who said they'd be there? Nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen. What's wrong, "friends"... Not your kind of scene? Tear it out of me, take everything you want. Take all you can bear, then leave me alone. I don't think you should be here tonight, I think I should be alone tonight. I'm a little disappointed by all this, I'm a bit tired, kind of irritated. What's left to do but to scream about it? What's l

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Black Singularity by dissonance, literature

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Black Singularity

I close my eyes. This ship can do without me for a little while; it knows where we're going. We're heading towards a place both familiar and strange, like so many other areas, except for the ever-present uncertainty… I slip deeper into comfort; the crew knows what to do. If anything, they're more qualified to pilot this thing than I am, the captain. This bulky hull has gotten us through some tough times. Protecting us from the more severe physical shocks with its thick walls and padded interior. It's almost like a mobile asylum, in more than that respect, with the amount happening in the twisted pathways, you could be forgiven for thinking t

Searching by dissonance, literature

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Searching

And I\'m searching for something meaningful, Searching for something real. I\'m trying to find something beautiful, Occupy my mind with something to feel. But I can\'t feel, And I can\'t see. A blind man, am I, Trying not to scream. There\'s something in me, Something that needs to be released. There\'s something inside, Something behind this facade of peace. But I can\'t feel, And I can\'t see. A blind man, am I, Forcing down the scream. I\'m fighting myself, this gift hurts, I\'m hiding myself from myself. I\'m revealing more and more, this damned curse, I\'m frightened of what this means. But I can\'t feel, And I can\'

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Completely me. by Saerah, literature

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Completely me.

There are things, you know... Things about me, I'm not sure about this. But let me, for you, take off all my clothes, And show you what lies underneath. Here I am, you've found me. You see me in my fullness, You see me in my skin. Let me show you, what is underneath. Over here! Yes, this is me. You feel me in your mind, You hear my inner dreams, You know my deepest secrets. Now, that you know, you only know. And I always have. But will you stay? And will you, too, show me you? I lie underneath, my skin, and yours. Dig underneath, feel all of me. I will, in turn, ravage you. Until you put on your clothes. And I am still...

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Dec 23
Australia
Deviant for 22 years
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Current Residence: FNQ, Australia
Favourite genre of music: Nearly anything not rap, punk or pop...
Operating System: WinXP Professional
MP3 player of choice: Winamp 5
Skin of choice: Modern skin (WA5)
Favourite cartoon character: Yu Ominae (spriggan), Tetsuo (akira)

Favourite Visual Artist

Parsout, Megasaxon, Jheriko, Weremagnus

Favourite Movies

Akira

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tool, Down, Corrosion of Conformity

Favourite Writers

greeneggsandham

Favourite Games

UT, UT2K3, WC3, D2, SC, CS...

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC... and XBox, now

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Photoshop6.0, Ultrafractal 3.01

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dissonance

Apr 18, 2006

Movies

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If you've seen 70 or more, you're a movie-wh0re. well, god damn me i'm a filthy, filthy wh0re ( ) Napoleon Dynamite ( ) Saw ( ) White Noise ( ) White Oleander ( ) Anger Management (1) 50 First Dates (2) Jason X (3) Scream (4) Scream 2 (5) Scream 3 (6) Scary Movie (7) Scary Movie 2 (8)Scary Movie 3 (9) American Pie (10) American Pie 2 ( ) American Wedding (11) Harry Potter (12) Harry Potter 2 (13) Harry Potter 3 (14) Tomb Raider (15) Resident Evil (16) Resident Evil 2 (17) The Wedding Singer ( ) Little Black Book (18) The Italian Job (19) The Village (20) Donnie Darko ( ) Lilo & Stitch (21) Finding Nemo ( ) Findin

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dissonance

Mar 23, 2006

Alright

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A new journal entry, w00t. I commented on OrangesArePurple by Arcane13 (https://www.deviantart.com/arcane13)... the following is a comment i sent regarding the nature of art, and my view of it. what this all comes down to though is that art doesn't actually exist... there's no set form, so there can be no term to describe something infallibly as art. art, just like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder... personally i feel that for something to be considered by me as art, it has to express something to me, so flux art, unless perpetrated by me... wouldn't be art... to me. i had a point in there somewhere, but i think it got lost in my explanation. i guess... everything's a

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dissonance

Mar 13, 2005

Back again

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yeah, got tired of the day of the penguin... so this is just a simple journal update providing some insight on the exciting new developments in my life: there are none :P in my gallery at the moment are a lot of my old poems that i've been painstakingly bringing across from Postpoems... if you want to see all of the ones i've got there, however: www.postpoems.com/members/arithon i really can't be bothered bringing them all across.