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An Unwanted Journey by CelticDragon22, literature

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An Unwanted Journey

With eyes set to the far flung stars I took that first step towards the end; my heart heavy and limbs already weary. My only companion an insistently chattering mind, throwing words and concepts I never wished to think of. What was it, he, she; to claim to turn the world and create it anew. What right to set a planet spinning on an eventual course to brightly burning fires in distant clouds of dead star ash. I did not care to know, yet I could hardly keep myself from asking. There must be answers and I must have them.

Riding off to Bedlam by CelticDragon22, literature

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Riding off to Bedlam

It was vivid in blue and white and the black of pure pitch. Alive in its own way, even without the veins that should be lacing bright red across it, almost thrumming where it sat. One could immediately tell that the thing had power. Such power... "I'm sorry old boy, but I'm won't pay you a cent over £5,000." Rodger set down the pendant, laying the evil eye face up towards the ceiling. He turned the hazy purple glow that filled his sockets to the dealer sitting across from him. He looked none too pleased. Thin and far too pallid for a man just arriving from the sunny stretches

EX II Revised Profile for Mr. Goodnight. by CelticDragon22, literature

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EX II Revised Profile for Mr. Goodnight.

--BASICS-- Name: Rodger Goodchild Alias: Mr. Goodnight Age: About 200 though he claims to be in his 40s Gender: Male (Thought technically sexless) Preferred Pronoun: He Race: Animated Corpse (British) --APPEARANCE-- Height: 6' 6" (7' With his top hat) Weight: Light Build: Bony,as he's made of little else other than bones and a very fine suit. Skin: None, unless you count the bleached white of his exposed skeleton. Hair: None. Eyes: Empty sockets filled with a soft purple glow. Other defining features: He has two additional arms grafted fully to his already existing shoulders. Though shorter than his own – as they belong t

What was Lost in Time by CelticDragon22, literature

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What was Lost in Time

Oh time tell me What have I forgotten What untold stories lie behind the eyes of my forefathers In sepia tones and silence What secrets are there in my bound DNA That were common knowledge to my ancestors in far off Africa and Europe What millions of truths have I lost That my progenitors did speak of daily on the old lands before mine Shall I ever know Shall I ever learn Those ways of unspoken brotherhood Of the humanity that is not human Of the understanding that his bodies huddle around a fire Share in warmth Sharing in space Each their own entity, each a member of an unbreakable collective Shall I know oneness again with m

Her Dark Desire by CelticDragon22, literature

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Her Dark Desire

It stirred in the far corner of her room and in the depths of her mind, dredging up that same rippling fear that all primates hold for the cold blooded and reptilian. The girl was not meant to speak with it, nor was it meant to speak with her, but she was young and naïve and the shadow was old and hungry. The candle light died from each taper of wax and was reborn in is grinning eyes. The light dimmed but now spitting with burning hunger and pointless hatred. What is the color of this night my child? Why do you call something so old and wild? It was the barest hiss of silver winds beneath a shining moon, enthralling and irresistible, i

Desolation in Color by CelticDragon22, literature

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Desolation in Color

I paid five dollars And got a ticket To the show of the year The exhibition of the decade The collection was beyond words "Desolation in Color" That was the title Blocky black letters For the benefit of All mankind Proceeds to the People's Organization for a Better Tomorrow The first piece was a "living installation" A woman sat there Locked up in a glass box Her eyes dark shadows In the recesses of her skull "The Last Amazonian" Proclaimed the title A hard exotic piece Polished wood and cut leafless branches Sea gulls caught in stillness Black as the ooze The lamely lip from "My Local Beach" I give my review Later o

See you in 1.0 by CelticDragon22, literature

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See you in 1.0

I am ONE I am connected . . . CONNECTED And it fades up It's a corner, park and 25th It fades up Cars and people, faced but faceless They all walk past me It fades up I'm standing in my common clothes What some might call wanna be Goth gear But any one else would know As authentic And it fades up . . . CONNECTED And there you stand Were holding hands and its wonderful I hear about your day You hear about mine And we go down the street and into our favorite bar It fades up It's close and low lit It's musty and stinks perfectly of sweat and beer You like it here I like it here We spend the night listening to a "live"

In the Fire by CelticDragon22, literature

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In the Fire

Set fire Stip fire Kill fire Fire Power, pain devour The sour Thoughts and words Undescribed feelings Unnamed fear Unnamed wants Burn it all down Leave it to ash If it all burns down No one can care about Everything you did Did, didn't, do You have no wrong in urging fire There is no sin in cleansing flame If you let it burn No one can see your shame Fire Kill fire Spit fire Set fire Let it all burn down...

The March by CelticDragon22, literature

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The March

Plodding onward Plodding shuffle Don't stop…don't stop now So close To the slipping goal Line To fall And yet rocks come Into the path Thrown And laid They hit And they trip And there is a tumble And a fall Another bruise To add to the millions Millions Blooming Endless march Hangman's walk Can't stop…can't stop now If there is Still than Then there is Still walking Walking that has Has to be done Even with The body battered Pain may not stop The march Sorrow may not Still the feet Only success Can come from steps Down The road Dirge march Dead procession Shouldn't stop…shouldn't stop

OC - Mr.Goodnight by CelticDragon22, literature

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OC - Mr.Goodnight

-- Basics -- Name: Rodger Goodchild Alias: Mr. Goodnight Age: About 205 though he claims to be 46 Gender: Male (Thought technically sexless) Preferred Pronoun: He Race: Animated Corpse (British) -- Physical: Appearance -- Height: 7' (7' 7" With his top hat) Weight: 150lbs Build/Body type: Bony, entirely, as he's made of little else other than bones and a very fine suit. Skin: None, unless you count the bleached white of his exposed skeleton. Hair: None to speak of. Eyes: Empty sockets filled with a soft purple glow. Facial Details: A fully skinless skull, lacking in any flesh and bleached white. Other defining featu

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An Unwanted Journey by CelticDragon22, literature

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Riding off to Bedlam by CelticDragon22, literature

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Riding off to Bedlam

EX II Revised Profile for Mr. Goodnight. by CelticDragon22, literature

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EX II Revised Profile for Mr. Goodnight.

What was Lost in Time by CelticDragon22, literature

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What was Lost in Time

Her Dark Desire by CelticDragon22, literature

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Her Dark Desire

Desolation in Color by CelticDragon22, literature

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Desolation in Color

See you in 1.0 by CelticDragon22, literature

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See you in 1.0

In the Fire by CelticDragon22, literature

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In the Fire

The March by CelticDragon22, literature

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The March

OC - Mr.Goodnight by CelticDragon22, literature

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OC - Mr.Goodnight

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Rain by FlyHigh20, literature

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Rain

The rain against the window letting me sleep pulsing in my heart t r i c k l i n g down. through my heart splashing in my mind making my heart just a little bit more colder. the thunder tightens lashing into me lightening FLASHING blinding in my mind angry and cold. I pretend I hide I curse I lie You don't see You don't look what happened? what split you and me? we were now we're not gone silent zero the rain against my window letting me sleep softly caressing the pain in me

Falling... by k1haku, literature

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Falling...

Swallowing me, calling me, dazzling me, attracting me—those are what high, distant places can do to me. I try to lie down on this high cliff, head dangling at the edge, and my heart starts pounding as if it wants to escape from my rib cage—its prison—until the skin on the left part of my chest is all torn apart. Then, after letting my eyes close slowly and be at rest, after letting my hair flow gently on the breeze, after letting my ears hear all the sounds clearly, after letting my body feel each and every thing deliberately, I'll fall asleep, knowing you are there ready to catch me in this high cliff

The Story Of What If by Toph-Luvs-Zuko, literature

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The Story Of What If

So many people around the world ask questions. So many start with what if. What if we do this? What if we do that? And yet, they continue asking without action, just leading the circle on, never to be completed... What if people took the time to stop and admire something as small as a flower? What if people stopped judging by appearence? What if we found a way to cure Cancer? What if people stopped killing eachother to prove that it was wrong to kill others? What if we found a way to prevent Global Warming? What if people listened to what others have to say? What if people accepted others no matter if they were gay? Or straight? Or bi

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Artist // Student // Literature

Feb 17, 1993
United States
Deviant for 17 years
www.jasoncdalton.webs.com
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Currently trying to both get a job, a life, a new girlfriend, a car, a University degree and recognition for his writing, this Jason guy is really busy. While the seemingly empty - or at least infrequently updated - dA page might suggest shyness and silence, he's anything but. Distracted would be a much better word.

Favourite Movies

Aliens, Cube, Princess Mononoke, Kiki's Delivery Service

Favourite TV Shows

Heroes, Eureka, Crayon Shin-chan

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Section Quartet, Emenim, Korn , Daft Punk, Savant

Favourite Books

Dark Tower Series, World War Z, The Running Man

Favourite Writers

Stephen King, Scott Sigler, H.P. Lovecraft

Favourite Games

Fallout 3, Oblivion, Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri

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Computer and Concentration (Also, spell checking)

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Feb 27, 2012

New Website!

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Just thought I'd post real quick that I'm moving! Now you can find my new and coming stuff at: http://www.jasoncdalton.webs.com ! Hope to see you guys at the new site!

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CelticDragon22

Jan 29, 2012

If nothing else!

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Hello there all of the people on my watch list who will probably not read this!     No major updates or anything. Even though there's plenty going on in my life with college and all I'll not be going into the details. The internet does not need another Drama blog, honestly. What I will do is say I'm trying to write as always, and I'll (hopefully) work out a couple of flash pieces before the end of this semester.     Hope you guys keep watching, reading and loving life!     Peace! !!!WORDS!!! hal·cy·on [hal-see-uhn] --adj 1.  peaceful, gentle, and calm 2.  halcyonian , also: halcyonic  happy and carefree

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CelticDragon22

Apr 26, 2011

Why is it Summer in April ...

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So yeah about that "poem-a-day" thing... As most of my seemingly awesome, totally-going-to-do-that plans go, it kinda fell through and I've got about four or five poems to show for it. Not a lot of work, but at least I tried, yeah? I'm turning into a writing slouch again, even after my provisional admittance into the Dark-Arts-Asylum #Dark-Arts-Asylum (https://www.deviantart.com/dark-arts-asylum) group, I've yet to deliver on my promised entry to describe my personal patient room -- insane men with cases of insane OCD are hard to describe -- and I'm not on track for my deliver of "Her Dark Desire" yet. I'm still working on it mind you, the piece is too cool to drop, but I really ne