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Declaration by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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Declaration

I know what you're thinking. You think this is typical me an outburst of emotion, Something quick to fade, Merely temporary. I know my past too often agrees I have too often Suffered abuse at the hands Of those I cared for willingly Eating up their lies. Then forgiven And accepted more. But circumstances can break people Or show them how to be strong. Here this now, My declaration. Never again will I pretend The way you treat me Doesn't hurt Or that it is fine. I am not an out dated gadget you can toss aside and forget. I am here and I will use my voice to remind you that I am still here and you cannot throw me aw

No Regrets by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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No Regrets

Another day passes, Another hope blown to dust, Another truth proved illusion, The air heavy with broken trust. A friendly face revealed to be facade, And yet again I've been blinded by mirage. A fresh scar left on a battered heart, A wound that should bring me to my knees, But instead of Sorrow, my ever-constant companion, I see only Rage. A helping hand you offered While your silver tongue dripped lies. So I believed even as falsehoods bred poison inside. I don't understand it, I doubt I ever will, How something turns to nothing in the blink of an eye, Disappearing into silence as though it never was. Even as you turn agains

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The Stone by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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The Stone

A single glass stone sits alone along the riverside, isolated and out of place. A boy found it there one day, intrigued by its fragile beauty and claimed it for himself. He examined the stone with an appraising eye. No longer content to own it, he now sought to break it. Time and time again he tried, yet the stone did not break. How could something so fragile survive such brutal treatment? Slowly cracks began to form until at last the stone split in two. As the fragments sparkled in the light, finally the boy could see; it had been crystal all along.

The Path We Walk by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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The Path We Walk

Can you tell where the time has gone? I'm not sure what's going on How did I let the time pass me by? I don't know which direction to go Only that I have to take that first step Leave the pain and sorrow behind Keep an eye on the distant light As I free my soul from a self-built prison Sentenced to carry burdens that were never mine to claim Their words won't bind me now At last I see… I can't keep living in lost yesterdays Held captive by the ghosts of my memories Now I've taken away their power over me Finally free to be who I was meant to be I'm looking toward the future Keeping a distant eye on that horizon But I hav

The Light of Night by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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The Light of Night

She sat outside under the night sky. She glanced down at the cell phone in her hands, re-reading the words on the screen yet again, still numb to their meaning. She recognized the name of the sender, but not the person she had spoken too. How could it be they were one and the same? She stared in disbelief at the harsh words and cruel accusations. It was as if she didn't even know him anymore. The guy she knew was sweet and understanding, always there for her when she needed support. He wasn't cold and distant, not until recently at least. She thought she had imagined it, but these words couldn't be explained away

The Box by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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The Box

The young woman lifted a large shoe box off the shelf, brushing away what little dust had accumulated since she had last looked at the box and its contents. She sat on the floor, with the box in front of her. Her long brown-blonde hair fell into her face, hiding her from the rest of the world. There was no one around, yet even here, alone in her own home, she felt the urge to withdraw to a place where none could touch her. With a slow shaky breath, she lifted the lid. She looked down at the old mementoes, the ghosts which clung to them now rose up to meet her, reminding her of the long line of those who had left her. Selfish. Failure. Wort

Immortalized by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature

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Immortalized

Through the wilderness, The huntress stalks her prey Under the cover of Darkness But for a sliver of light From the moon above. A mere crescent, A mirror to the arch of her bow Now drawn taunt. The young Maiden, Swift and Free. Bringer of Light, She whose silver chariot Illuminates the Night. Her brilliant visage Radiant of Beauty and Grace. An impressive force of nature Yet a nurturing Mother to all, Demeanor shifting as the seas, The tides bow to her Power. Woman in all her glory, Serene and Volatile. She stands at the crossroads As the moon wanes And the world fades into Darkness. Wrinkled with age, The marking of

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June 27
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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I just graduated high school and am still figuring out what path I will follow as I start college in the fall. My passions in life are my writing, my photography and my friends. I also greatly enjoy theatre, acting, singing, dancing, I adore it all! xD My other interests include books (for what writer was not first a reader? :-D) as well as scrapbooking and having fun with my love and my friends. I write to express emotion in a way more eloquent than simple speech while I use my photography as an outlet to express everything- from emotion to sheer beauty to universal concepts. I seek to inspire others through my own viewpoint in an artist's way which surpasses mere opinion. I hope to change the world, even if it is solely through making a small difference in one person's life. I use my art as a way to reach people I meet, and those that perhaps I never will. For there is a lesson, just as there is beauty in all that surrounds us- it's simply a matter of perspective. ;-)

'What is success?
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived;
That is to have succeeded.'
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Current Residence: suburbia
Favourite genre of music: Heavy Rock or Metal
Personal Quote: What lies before us and what lies behind us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us

Favourite Movies

just one? ummm.... probably either Sweeney Todd or Across the Universe

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Shinedown

Favourite Games

dynasty warriors!

Other Interests

theatre, music, language, observation, fun and laughter^^