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Waiting in the Wings by kevinpat, literature

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Waiting in the Wings

Midnight is broken, And as you stand there on the stage I wish I'd had the courage to ask. But the lights are going down and the curtains are coming up, The music is starting, And my show is ending. As you stand there on the stage I want to wish you luck, But all I can think is that there's room enough for two at the front. There's a gap by your side that needs to be filled And here I am waiting to fill it, Waiting in the wings

How are? by kevinpat, literature

Sound takes on an ethereal qua by kevinpat, literature

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Sound takes on an ethereal qua

Sound takes on an ethereal quality; Colours coalesce and glow and disappear, Leaving striped images of luminescent grey. Everything is slow in motion, gracefully gentle, distant yet detailed. I can see everything, I can see more – Meaning. I can see the patterns in a falling leaf, the nature of the wood, the reasons behind a bird’s flapping. And all this complex beauty as through an icy window, shapes soft yet distinct. Small waves of motion, swells of sensation, and drawn-out ebbs, Lapses in the universe, gaps in a natural order, brief, unexplained silences. And this close to a perfect stillness, you can tell. It’s

The Unborn Thought by kevinpat, literature

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The Unborn Thought

The Unborn Thought The deity sighed. He couldn't complain; he himself had designed the laws that governed existence. He had been young and arrogant then, valuing faith above righteousness. He had made his creation with a symmetry that he had thought beautiful, a symmetry which now governed his own power. He breathed out with sorrow as countless brings died, although he had counted them when the boredom became too great. Now, he simply watched and regretted. The fragile soul of a non-believer drifted downwards from the world until it was out of his tired sight. He grunted, strengthening his vision and examining the heart of

Voices of the Djinn by kevinpat, literature

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Voices of the Djinn

And when you're tired just shut your eyes and hear them sing. Listen to the ancient song, just listen it won't take too long. They're not saying anything. And when you sleep your dreams take on the endless shape. You hear the song and you sing too, You breathe it in and feel the tune. Your slowing heart keeps steady pace. And when you wake their weary murmurs quickly fade. The thumping beat has left your head, the ache begins to form again. The voices silenced with the coming of the day. But shut your eyes and hear them sing. Love the song and sing along, Join the voice of the Djinn.

Meeting by kevinpat, literature

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Meeting

Open the door, look up "Oh my God." Hi "Hi." How did you get here?" How are you? "Funny story, but the door was open" "What are you doing here?" I haven't seen you in ages "Ummm," "Why are you here?" and why would you ever ever ever want to be anywhere else in the world instead of coming to see me? "I-" "I'm- I'm meant to be seeing someone." I wanted to call you, but "Ok" "I sort of have to go" I missed you so much and I prayed this would happen and I would see you again and this has to be my last chance and please don't let me mess this up. "Ok, fine" "Bye." Please, Please. Close the door, look down. Oh my God.

I know a girl who turns off lights by kevinpat, literature

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I know a girl who turns off lights

I know a girl who turns off lights And closes doors And hides from sights I know a boy who has no names And both his faces look the same I know a man who lost his voice A child who lost her song There's a place, in the other half of town, where you can get lost But if they don't come looking, you'll send yourself away. Sometimes they do come, and that's when it really hurts. But you keep looking and looking and looking In case they come back and you're looking the other way. I know a name that has no soul A voice the tone of the Division Bell And an eye whose colour I can't remember I saw it every day and I can't remem

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Waiting in the Wings by kevinpat, literature

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Waiting in the Wings

How are? by kevinpat, literature

Sound takes on an ethereal qua by kevinpat, literature

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Sound takes on an ethereal qua

The Unborn Thought by kevinpat, literature

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The Unborn Thought

Voices of the Djinn by kevinpat, literature

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Voices of the Djinn

Meeting by kevinpat, literature

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Meeting

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Personal Hatred by Mugeenman, literature

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Personal Hatred

Look at him. That tool. He's just sitting there on the couch with a girl on each arm, while I sit in the corner, virtually invisible. They only hook to him because he's the generic Jersey Shore bugger, tan skin, sun glasses, and a thin stubble with part of it packed together because of his faulty smirk. They drink, smoke, all that shit. I hate it. It can't be good for him. I decide to leave, I go to the washroom to puke up my humanity. I step into the room and take a long look at myself. "Are you okay?" Asks one of the girls. I look at myself. The tan, glasses, and the stubble. I'm the part of his personality he destroys to impress people.

Rhea-kosh by VolkesWagondaOtaku, literature

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Rhea-kosh

Alone: It is winter, and in a rare pause between harsh winds Rhea-kosh runs through the snowdrifts, naked. He runs like a fox, he is fast and he is light. He is known in the village for once outrunning his own arrow. But today he did not bring his bow. Today he has brought only his hot breath and his red blood, and when he looks up at the sun it is not to judge the hours of light still remaining to him but rather to simply look at the sun, nothing more than this. All around him, the white snowdrifts reflect the light, and he is momentarily blinded. Quietly, Rhea-kosh returns to his home and slips his clo

To Pirate or Not to Pirate? by Lucy-Merriman, literature

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To Pirate or Not to Pirate?

The statistics are overwhelming. 4 out of 5 downloads from the internet are via illegal means. 48% of Americans admit to illegally downloading music, movies, or some other form of entertainment. What are the odds that 2% of Americans also download things illegally and don't admit it? Incidentally, that number shoots up to 61% of people under 25. More people than that, I'm certain, would admit to burning a CD or playlist for a friend. Still more would own up to watching streaming versions of movies or tv shows not yet available legally in America. And everyone loves "remixed" media--photos of cats or celebrities with clever captions not wri

Timeless: Part 2 by Lucy-Merriman, literature

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Timeless: Part 2

If you could see me from the outside, this is what I look like: Glassy eyed, I stare at the television, not really watching. It's some newsy talk show, with scientists debating The Stasis, as they're calling it nowadays. One of the scientists insists that it must be due to cosmic rays, which ought to be deflected at all costs. "The end of death means the end of innovation!" he cries, shouting over the other scientist's objections. "Without death there is not natural selection, no evolution, no--" I turn down the volume idly, the argument becoming a mesh of white noise. The distance between myself and the television is that of the entire k

Timeless: Part 1 by Lucy-Merriman, literature

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Timeless: Part 1

I suppose, to the extent I thought about it at all that is…I mean, who really thinks about this stuff? But I figured it would be momentous. I thought, maybe, the stars would sizzle and spark and pop off into nothing, or that maybe the seas would freeze or boil over and all hell would break loose, the past and future colliding in some kind of horrific entanglement. Or, maybe that's just retrospect. Maybe I think that's what I should've thought then, I should've thought something. But I didn't, you see, and now I get what I get for not thinking. I'm thinking now. I'm thinking about how things should've been, which is not how things are,

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Doctor Who, Merlin, Sherlock

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Pink Floyd, Eric Clapton

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Eragon, The Hunger Games, The Knife of Never Letting Go

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kevinpat

Sep 26, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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Here is a link to a film I made in the summer. I don't own it, so I won't put it up myself, but I had a very large part in its making and think of it as one of my films. It's 10 minutes long and the title is SMILE.

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Aug 9, 2012

Questiony Karakter Answey Thingy

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Saw this on MotherOfTea's journal She got it from Fancy-Tramp       (sos - can't do links) Both their arts are amazing so go check them out. RULES 1) Pick and OC, get into character, and answer these questions from their POV. 2) You can add commentary, but put them in brackets. 3) No liars allowed; only truth. 4) Yes; you can do this more that once. ;3 5) Have fun!! SPOILERS: Skulduggery Pleasant Book 6 Content Skulduggery Pleasant (In an Irish accent) 1. What is your real name? I get this all the time. Everyone has 3 names, none of them come first, you see my problem. I hope. 2. What is your surname? Look, I don't time. I'm bu

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no prob