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Well wishing by six-ugly, literature

The death of self by six-ugly, literature

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The death of self

The death of self What it is to be shed, dead skin The death and rebirth; What it is to be burnt to the core And from the dirt, from the ashes Rise again Scars for memories Strength from disease A cure for this sickliness Found in friendship's reprieve And one day I will be Whole again And right now I am so entirely free That I've relearned my own name Human My own two feet have never been so weak Never been so ready to walk forward Fearlessly facing the bleak A cockroach affliction This holocaust of soul Will only strengthen my human condition A heart on my sleeve is all I've ever been And it's all I'll ever be I am hu

Hope is a broken lighthouse by six-ugly, literature

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Hope is a broken lighthouse

Hope is a broken lighthouse; hearts are the ships at sea I am the captain of a sinking ship, and you are my coral reefs The light, and everything I remember Before I'm catatonic while you sail away Out of sight Out of mind Out of sight Out of mind A mantra to see better days How I've killed myself over and over Over every insignificant thing How I've lost myself To the pulling of my heartstrings You've been out of sight For so, so long It's been a lifetime since my lighthouse has shone This dawn cannot come soon enough And it is breaking.

Love poem 1 by six-ugly, literature

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Love poem 1

The future that we planned will one day come to pass We'll make it happen with our smiles and our love The dream of always will always last Right up until our end of days - Running hand in hand - We'll let every sad memory fall to the wayside Lost in the horizon of an ever expanding past We'll make every smile last as years down the road we look back I'll place my wrinkly hand on yours We'll give each other toothless grins We'll kiss like young lovers and gross our children's children out We'll be proud parents of proud parents And we'll always be together

The sky was a ceiling by six-ugly, literature

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The sky was a ceiling

There is a crossroad ahead, and the decisions to be made I am certainly not qualified to make, at least not now, probably not ever. All ways to travel are consequently right and wrong, one no more right than the others, no more wrong than the others. Sometimes I look to the sky and wonder if the clouds will give me direction, they never do, they are simply too whimsical to put faith in. Sometimes I look to the worms to remind me of my roots, yet that only serves to show me the muck of it all. Between the earth and the sky the birds laugh gay and I know they are mocking me. So in the end I look to my feet, planted firmly in my beliefs, gr

So come back to me by six-ugly, literature

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So come back to me

These eyes are filled With Motion- Tears at the notion- Of being without you These eyes are filled With fear- I've had it up to here- Not knowing If you care I'm filled with despair in my heart That the biggest mistake of our lives Will be breathing each-other's air- Apart These eyes are filled With grey skies Our scars will pass us by So come back to me These eyes are filled With sadness- The madness of it all Makes me Once more a child In search of warmth In search of a smile so radiant In search of you So come back to me And fill these dull eyes With your smile so radiant As to burn the clouds from my skies So

When we were young by six-ugly, literature

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When we were young

When we were young And desperate for a touch Beyond our parent's reach I found you, and you found me And lost in the darkness together We made a flame to light our path And find a way to daylight again We were so young So dumb And so desperate Just two kids in love And as you told me your world was Lost entirely in mine I believed you and I replied in kind, I believed you and I replied in kind I believed in you Just enough to find That the desperation of our youth Was replaced by my desperation Of a youth long gone

I love you too much by six-ugly, literature

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I love you too much

When you think of me I hope You know that I bleed And if you feel a damn thing I hope that it puts a pit in your stomach And grows like a seed to your chest Until grasping your heart And at worst I hope you feel the guilt You never felt at the start When you think of me I hope Your guilt tucks you into bed and rocks you to sleep You deserve every moment you get When every bit of compassion you felt Was long ago swept under the carpet You deserve every sleepless night you get While you're up till three or four I'm awake at five A.M. While you're out living your life I am 3 quarters dead and barely alive With the thought of you

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Well wishing by six-ugly, literature

The death of self by six-ugly, literature

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The death of self

Hope is a broken lighthouse by six-ugly, literature

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Hope is a broken lighthouse

Love poem 1 by six-ugly, literature

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Love poem 1

The sky was a ceiling by six-ugly, literature

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The sky was a ceiling

So come back to me by six-ugly, literature

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So come back to me

When we were young by six-ugly, literature

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When we were young

I love you too much by six-ugly, literature

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I love you too much

Choke by six-ugly, literature

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radiant child by YouInventedMe, literature

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radiant child

who painted your blank face and clean slate with labels (pasted) primitive shades which haunt while they still live who set your place with empty plate father's bread broken (heart) then gone last supper/suffer at the Odeon perched on Mulholland to prophesy to cry your death over fading California lights to shift your island among many to inject those tropic nights and (never) wake as the meridian the lost can sing loss can sing tragic repeats the history we bleed messages scrawled on city streets the same old same - oh some say insane so sweet and plaster your name gray while angels weep and color

miracle grow by YouInventedMe, literature

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miracle grow

I spent the darker days of my youth demanding proof or consequences and I regretted every stretched and desperate second how the land would cry out as if hungry for the weight of heal-marks wandering waiting on weak spots to plant its teeth in but the heart moves you toward stationary revelations are sedentary and reflective as memories both defined by the sensory we may dream involuntarily but r o o t s are a conscious decision

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The devil smiled by six-ugly, literature

The devil smiled

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Jan 3
Canada
Deviant for 19 years
He / Him

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Current Residence: Everywhere you think
Favourite genre of music: rock/metal/death metal/goth rock/hard rock/punk/visual kei! yes...a plethora of styles. more yet.
Favourite style of art: If it is good, I will appreciate it
Operating System: Windows XP Home
MP3 player of choice: I-pod
Shell of choice: The shell I've created
Skin of choice: Shed myself
Favourite cartoon character: foamy
Personal Quote: 'yah, I'm still an asshole, just not in the conventional manner' - me

Favourite Visual Artist

To be specified later

Favourite Movies

A night at the roxbury, Donnie Darko

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

SOAD, The mars volta, Dir En Grey, kagerou, thrice, All that remains, from first to last.

Favourite Writers

Obviously myself

Favourite Games

Diablo 2 lord of destruction

Tools of the Trade

A sharp knife

Other Interests

music, powerlifting

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six-ugly

May 1, 2011

Light posts and their bias

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It's funny, immediately after my breakup, for a period of roughly six months, every time I walked past a street light, it would go out, as if the world was just reiterating the dark place I was in. And now, for some reason I keep coming upon streetlights that are not on, and they turn on with my arrival. Life is looking up, and it corroborates. But still, fucking weird. Been seeing old friends a lot more lately, it's been really nice, and I can feel it in the air, that this is going to be the summer of change. I can see it already, everyone I'm tight with is growing up, and I am too, some changes for the worse, some for the better, but chang

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six-ugly

Apr 16, 2011

An update

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Still write poems, don't really complete them, lots of unfinished things. Maybe one day I'll be prolific again. Maybe one day I'll post again. Really though, I touch a computer about once a month, I don't text people much, I don't watch much tv, and D.A. is becoming further and further away from "me." I miss the friends I've made here from years ago, so just know at the very least no one is forgotten. Other news, I am single. The moral of the story is do not put all your eggs in one basket. I am retrospective. Essentially I grew up on D.A. Quite literally there was nothing in my life but the people here, I was lonely and I was depressed

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six-ugly

Sep 24, 2009

More muusic

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Hey guys, so I believe everyone should listen to the song "No Children" by "The Mountain Goats." I think it a beautiful song, though unconventionally so. The band itself is pretty amazing, though they're a hit and miss band, half of their stuff is recorded with what sounds like a shitty telephone recorder, and then the rest are studio quality, anyways, No Children is amazing. As well as their song "Woke up New." Those are my two favorites.