misatopixie

At night I feel like a vampire

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Broken Frame by misatopixie, literature

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Broken Frame

You can never know how I feel Lost within this soul of misery Despite the pain and the sorrow That linger deep within the layers of this soul of mine. You will never know what lies beneath, If you don't seek the deeper meaning within the soul and sky. Deeper than what you understand, Life makes nonsense only the to lead those on a blind path of destruction. Which path will you choose the one of the blind or the one you make?

'Insight' by misatopixie, literature

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'Insight'

Always in sight, Never to far from the bareness, That is my pure white soul. The radiant of sold golden light, Something you've always feared. Too many whispers, too many secrets, Behind my hazel sealed eyes. You'll never break this wall, For I've locked myself inside, The purity of these sealed walls only seen, by those with the gift of sight. Never to see another bloodshed, War like so many times before. Yet, holding out for something more, The protection of guides in more forms than one, The signs are clear, the time has come. It's someone's ending; yet a beginning for another. The mission has started, and I'm delaying̷

For a moment by misatopixie, literature

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For a moment

If only for a moment I could spare myself from this chamber of my mind this despair that my soul is currently shrouded in the misery of other's pain. Where is my joy, my happiness? Has it all evaporated like the rain water I've collected for so long. My eyes have all dried up, for I am tired waiting. Waiting for the call in the early morning. I give way to another day knowing that nothing is promised. I do not care to whom you speak to, who you sleep with, or any other drafted ideals you have. My soul knows this is nothing more than an illusion. The trick has long worn itself out. This mind is tried and sees right passed the

Want to let it go. . . by misatopixie, literature

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Want to let it go. . .

The light is past my over my mind and has skimmed its surfaces. Yet, the darkness that lingers in my soul will not leave its depths. My will is strong, yet its emotional stance is something weak of a child. Breaths are harder to take, its even harder for me to move and and function. I want this emotional strife to leave this body yet it is something that I haven't yet to deal with. For the life of me I can not figure out where it's steaming from yet it cuts me like a jagged shard of glass that lingers and can not move. This historically has been my own doing getting involved with ignorant fools that are nothing more than here for

So many. . . . by misatopixie, literature

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So many. . . .

Many times I am alone left to ponder the thoughts of this life. Yet, I have unresolved questions and not enough answers. To the pages of history I shall looks yet its all laid out in black and white. To many times over I have seen what wars always bring. To plight over my soul would yours would be too much terror. Nightmares only over lap as time makes us grow old. Yet, what binds us is the fate that we keep meeting. Is it something older than time itself? What draws us this close and then tears us apart? Only choices and paths that we are pushed will tell. Will I see you again?

Ocean's View by misatopixie, literature

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Ocean's View

There once was a girl who was always not of this world To each there was no ending, only a story left with the path of her foot steps. This time there was an ocean calling her to sit amongst its shores and to bask in the ocean’s tides of salt water. Though the water would purify her aura and cleanse the emotional rubbish that clouded her view. She still sat alone waiting for the water to foam while the sun was setting she hear the uncanny foot steps of another. Day dreaming the day away basking in the warm glow of the tide still the foot steps crept nearer. A chuckle escaped a masculine voice as she shivered in the way he app

Void by misatopixie, literature

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Void

Turn down the lights And mute the tv. This isn't another drama filled scene. The will is stronger than the heart's emotional state. It's WW III inside your mind, and all your light is draining. And anyone who cares about you, Truly doesn't understand. Nor the time to sit and ask a few questions, To see if you are alright. So pop those pills, And consume your weight in drugs. Drink like it's never gone out of style. For you are the being sucked in the never ending void of sorrows.

Hollow by misatopixie, literature

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Hollow

Running through hallways of mirrors. Reflection of shadow self glimmers. Hollow eyes stare back the reflection of one's inner darkness. Too many times we learnt to over look, What remains hidden in our own nook. The lessons we've learn only help or hinder. Through the past all this we see the truth and lighter side of self. For within the dark lies the light we seek that lingers. If that was banished no reflection would appear in this hallway of mirrors. So with one last glance into the mirror, You find a question that begs to be answered; What are you seeing within that leaves you so hollow?

Infect Your Soul by misatopixie, literature

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Infect Your Soul

My darkness fades from view And enters deep into you I infect your soul Let my darkness swallow you whole You are part of my dreams I am the precursor to your screams I engulf your spirit And take you to the limit Taking you over the edge Leaving you dangling on the ledge To jump and die Go on, pretend you can fly Let me watch you fall to the ground I will watch with joy unbound Let me take away your life Let me hand you this sharpened knife End it all And beware the fall Deep down into my dark black hole I am the keeper of your poor lost soul Come join with me Embrace me Clutch me to your breast Let my dark magic do th

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Broken Frame by misatopixie, literature

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'Insight' by misatopixie, literature

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For a moment by misatopixie, literature

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For a moment

Want to let it go. . . by misatopixie, literature

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Want to let it go. . .

So many. . . . by misatopixie, literature

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So many. . . .

Ocean's View by misatopixie, literature

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Ocean's View

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Alone by misatopixie, literature

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Alone

The lights dim out another moonless night. Alone I lay contemplating the "what ifs and what nots" Knowing that I lay here in this four walled room, Dreading that which beckons me to step forth, Calling upon the strengthen that I no longer posses, Dreams of the past still linger in my mind, Only a few more hours until the sunrise, Awake, bitter, and cold. The darkness grips around that hallow matter, Known as my heart, It's still covered in ice, The pieces are there, but the emotion leaked out. Time to fix this mess, This broken heart.

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F-e-a-r by misatopixie, literature

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F-e-a-r

A four letter word F-e-a-r. With so much negativity attached to it. Fear is what anyone is scared of. That fear is self in doubt. No doubt, that in the end it is fear that keeps us, near and paralyzes us. Fear none to the wiser, for those fools are blindsided by the fact that they are in an abyss caused by the troubles of reality while ignorance is still bliss. Fear will mangle, tear, and bind. Tear you in to pieces, while The chains hold you down, As you struggle against those Woes of fear and anguish. Bind you to your past, And cause you to relapse. Relapse into the fears That ever more still Bind you. Mangle you to

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About misatopixie

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Deviant for 17 years
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"I am Shiva the destroyer, your harbinger of doom this evening." :D ha ha. Only joking. . . I love that quote from Rachel getting married, it was interesting. . . . movie that is.

Hm....

There is so much, but I think this sums it up nicely:

I'm the one you'll either love or hate. Though much of this depends on how you treat me. Treat me well and you'll gain my respect. Treat me poorly and you'll feel my wrath. I don't do well with people who don't keep their word because to me your word is golden. I have high standards/morals and wont budge on them for anyone. I don't take kindly to people who think they have power over me or think they control me. I speak my mind and that maybe a bad thing, but at least you know where you stand.
I am the one who isn't afraid of much other than the emotional turmoil within my own soul and that of others souls. I don't like to see people in pain and I'd give the shirt off my back to a kid in a heart beat.

We have so much to live for why waste it by my telling you about me? If you really want to know, then stop reading this and start asking me questions. Just know that I'm a trickster and I enjoy being a goof ball. So, who knows. I'm always thinking, always worrying, always caught up in the emotions of myself/others and constantly changing. So, can you deal with that?

Current Residence: "Here"
deviantWEAR sizing preference: med./large. I can't help it god gave me a good chest. XD
Favourite genre of music: I'll listen to anything just about once. If its good it'll stick with me.
Favourite photographer: not sure?
Favourite style of art: it varies...
Operating System: PC not Mac.
MP3 player of choice: Off brand.
Shell of choice: Shells and cheese
Wallpaper of choice: It vaires w/ my mood.
Skin of choice: Pale.
Favourite cartoon character: Tamahome . . . Vash and his damn addiction to donuts. .
Personal Quote: I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endless.

Favourite Visual Artist

I have to pick?

Favourite Movies

I love movies, but I hardly make the time to really watch any.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Too many to list ppl.

Favourite Writers

I can't pick this either. Lol.

Favourite Games

Simon says, twister, hide and seek, video games galore. . .

Favourite Gaming Platform

Game Cube, PSx,PS2

Tools of the Trade

Flame thrower, Throwing rations,breaking glasses, mind, body, soul, glasses...

Other Interests

Reading, writing, school.

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misatopixie

Jan 14, 2010

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"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad." Don't feel like writing much because I'm tired. Just thought I would share this instead. . .

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Valedhelven

Jan 22, 2010

…Yes, it’s that time again: time to bring you a cookie!

This time around I thought it appropriate to bring you a plate full of ABC cookies in exchange for the

’s on one (or both!) of my recent Visual Poetry collabs: ShadowLand collab with David and/or Curses are tricky things… [link] I know it’s not quite the same as a plate full of real cookies, but I haven’t figured out a way to send those through my computer to you yet