| Described affectionately as a 'Wordboner' by the illustrious ~IrishIleana |
| Described affectionately as a 'Wordboner' by the illustrious ~IrishIleana |


UniverseIn this multi-verse poem I have contained my thoughts about the universe The any-verse and the every-verse But as I close this verse I realize That my multi-verse has just one verse And is, in fact, a universe.Universe


Completely IncompleteThere's a reason I can't remember but I can't remember what that reason isCompletely Incomplete
Final words...
Her hands pale, slender, and cold I just want to hold them and kiss them
Time is of the essence Sands of time There is no rhyme For I am a blind man
There's a girl and I'm losing her. There's a girl and she's lost.
This is an apology One she'll never read
As I stand here crying almost-tears...
Eve|ry word flow|ing Eve|r flow|ing Eve|n|ing
What a wonderful day for everything to go to hell, don'cha think? &
Tragedy

Voodoo Doll of MeI'm making a voodoo doll of me With a rock for a heart Because rocks do not bleedVoodoo Doll of Me
This doll will have no use for eyes Don't want to see you no more You have no more surprises
The doll will be made of wood not cloth No more pricking my veins Your needles will break off
The doll needs a zipper for a mouth So I'll know when to shut up And when you deserve some shouts
A loose thread will be equipped on the doll So that I may unravel And vanish in the lull
A voodoo doll of me Kept in total secrecy So long as it i


railroad crossingshe pulled up and parked.railroad crossing
as she lit a cigarette, she thought about all the hours left in the day, and all the things left undone.
she thought about her neighbor, a strange cat lady, and how her ridiculous amount of cats made the building stink, and how her downstairs neighbor cooked meth in his kitchen, and how sadly ironic it was that a drug-addict was constantly slaving over the stove and always growing thinner.
she thought about the school children, and how some of them would go home to a nice, warm meal and a bedtime story, while others went home to a beating and an empty stomach, while still others


My Muse Went On VacationMy muse went on vacation and took all my best thoughts and all my favorite phrases, and the bunnies with their plots, she ran off with all the fluff stuff, she ran off with the hero's sword-- she left me sitting here alone, bemused and rather bored.My Muse Went On Vacation
My muse went on vacation To a sunny foreign clime, and left me sitting here alone without a word to rhyme, She's laying on a beach somewhere without a hint of snow, and leaving me with winter's chill and no place left to go.
My muse went on vacation - I hope she's coming b


The Company of a Good Friend. The Company of a Good Friend.The Company of a Good Friend.
I was in the pub talking with my friend. We touched on many things, football, politics and news. But I had an idea what he really wanted to talk about; he wanted to talk about my best friend.
Eventually after an age he got round to it, hesitant at first - and in a whispered voice, he asked me how Death had become my friend.
So, I explained how I'd sent out an invitation, by post of course, inviting Death over for nothing more than a cup of tea, a chat and possibly a game or two of Chess. Naturally I'd been laughed at by people when they'd found out what I
| Everything in my galleries, especially the 'Random Random', 'B&W detail', and 'Literature' sections, deserve a good look-through. |
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by £deviantWEAR| Hello All! I'm IssacBlast. I'm everywhere. Go ahead, Google me. Wait, don't, I don't want to scare you... I really dabble in every genre of art but mostly fractalism, literature, and occasionally word-themed digital piece. You'll find that my artistic interests vary greatly; from pixel to pencil and from reels to surrealism. Art doesn't necessarilly have to be funny or serious, or contain much talent at all. Just go with it.. and have a Blast! |
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Evils of passion can drive men to extremes
Love, hate, and murder, temporary insanity
Action, reaction, the light is blinding you
To depths of human nature inside of me and you
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To abhor violence you must first abhor which, in itself, is a violent act
Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth without pity, and destroy most of it.
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To abhor violence you must first abhor which, in itself, is a violent act
Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth without pity, and destroy most of it.
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if you try to fail and u succeed what have you done
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