The airplane's engine fails.
I am in my own world,
and I don't want to come out.
Fantasizing about saving the world
from dragons and goblins.
The plane falls into a dive.
I'm in my own world,
and no one can bring me out.
Dreaming about how, at six,
I am the youngest super heroin the universe.
The nose begins to crumple upon impact with the ground.
I'm in my own world,
loving the life I live here.
All of my friends and family,
enjoying the tree-house mansion I'd built for them.
The body explodes due to damage to a fuel tank.
I'm in my own world,
and I'm never coming out.
A Poem About Attention by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
A Poem About Attention
You slit you wrists,
you stabbed your thigh,
still no one pays you mind.
You tied the knot,
you kicked the chair,
still no one knows your name.
But from the news
they know you as
the kid who hung their head in shame.
Whatever happened
to puppy love?
The sweet sensation
when she was always your sweet dove,
but telling her would be reason,
for that would be too strong a shove.
Love once came from the heart,
now only from the dick.
Love is only here
for us to get a lick.
If only we'd mature,
out of the constant need for that kick.
The Chronicles of Justine by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
The Chronicles of Justine
Prologue (hook up):
Our paths crossed,
but truth be told
My naive state
was a flounder to behold.
For by my actions,
achieving not what I meant
our potential melody;
was reduced to lament.
To me, it seemed,fate wrought a mystery,
a mystery from which I sought no history.
A boy I was,
a man yet to become,
for I was blind to the love
which our bond is built from.
Now my love is yours,
though opportunity has passed;
as you have been taken away,
too swift and too fast.
Though from afar
I still offer you my heart,
though my offer seems dismal,
please don't tear it apart.
Act I (troubled):
I promised you
new world a-whole
phylosoph- Unmarked entries by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
phylosoph- Unmarked entries
-we all love to hate, so what difference does it make?
-thoughts become words, words become actions, actions become character, character is everything... what is everything?
-All persuasion takes is a hook and a jingle.
Our nation must go to war
For a just cause
Thousands of troops must be deployed into combat
For a just cause
Our resources must be destructively spent
For a just cause
Diplomacy turns to terrorism
For a just cause
Phylosoph- Perspective: 1-4 by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
Phylosoph- Perspective: 1-4
Perspective: entry1
What is achievement, but our strive for self-righteous justice.
Perspective: entry 2
In terms of universal significance, there will always be something bigger.
Perspective: entry 3
Words lead to action, action leads to character, character leads to perspective, perspective is everything.
Perspective: entry 4
What purpose is there in achievement, when achievement relies on opinion, which is a variable, and ever changing, factor.
The airplane's engine fails.
I am in my own world,
and I don't want to come out.
Fantasizing about saving the world
from dragons and goblins.
The plane falls into a dive.
I'm in my own world,
and no one can bring me out.
Dreaming about how, at six,
I am the youngest super heroin the universe.
The nose begins to crumple upon impact with the ground.
I'm in my own world,
loving the life I live here.
All of my friends and family,
enjoying the tree-house mansion I'd built for them.
The body explodes due to damage to a fuel tank.
I'm in my own world,
and I'm never coming out.
A Poem About Attention by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
A Poem About Attention
You slit you wrists,
you stabbed your thigh,
still no one pays you mind.
You tied the knot,
you kicked the chair,
still no one knows your name.
But from the news
they know you as
the kid who hung their head in shame.
Whatever happened
to puppy love?
The sweet sensation
when she was always your sweet dove,
but telling her would be reason,
for that would be too strong a shove.
Love once came from the heart,
now only from the dick.
Love is only here
for us to get a lick.
If only we'd mature,
out of the constant need for that kick.
The Chronicles of Justine by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
The Chronicles of Justine
Prologue (hook up):
Our paths crossed,
but truth be told
My naive state
was a flounder to behold.
For by my actions,
achieving not what I meant
our potential melody;
was reduced to lament.
To me, it seemed,fate wrought a mystery,
a mystery from which I sought no history.
A boy I was,
a man yet to become,
for I was blind to the love
which our bond is built from.
Now my love is yours,
though opportunity has passed;
as you have been taken away,
too swift and too fast.
Though from afar
I still offer you my heart,
though my offer seems dismal,
please don't tear it apart.
Act I (troubled):
I promised you
new world a-whole
Our nation must go to war
For a just cause
Thousands of troops must be deployed into combat
For a just cause
Our resources must be destructively spent
For a just cause
Diplomacy turns to terrorism
For a just cause
Love Now Lost: Perspective by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
Love Now Lost: Perspective
Through the forest I endlessly trekked, seeking refuge from the life of abuse I left behind. I was on the brink of my demise at the hands of the conditions, when, with my final shivering breath, fate carried me toward a towering estate lying at the edge of a seemingly poor town, surely brought up by one who flourished in a land of melancholy aura. I struggled to the door of the noble abode, to have it swing inwards to reveal the warm face of a charming young man. His voice, I confess, seemed to reduce mine to the mere stature of a cacophony, when he reassuringly informed me I had found sanctuary. He was a very kind and charming man who lived
I used to live luxuriously, a king among men. Exotic goods were a mere collection, until I was burdened with that damned woman. She staggered upon my porch, frost-bitten by the winter snow. I felt sympathy at her claim to have sought asylum from the harsh conditions of the bitter winter storm. I took the poor girl in and treated her ailments. I soon learned her name and we became close friends. But few months passed when we were bound to each other by marriage. We were blissful in the thoughts of our bright future. Our love seemed everlasting, but gradually it all changed. Oh god did it change.
Soon I realized why it was my house that sh
Left for Dead: Zoey by EVILCOCONUTBOMB, literature
Literature
Left for Dead: Zoey
L4D Ch2 RD
"AAAHHHHHH!!!" The helpless woman cried desperately, feeling down the wall for a chance to escape, as the slow moving, brainless, monster fumbled its way toward her. As though from heaven, suspenseful music began to play. As the creature crept closer and closer the music became more and more intense, until the monster reached its frantic prey and the music climaxed-
"Turn that damn thing off, Zoey, unlike you I actually care about my future," Rita said, looking over at her roommate, who was sitting at a cheep desk, gazing into a black and white screen.
"Hey, fuck you, I made my choices, I'll agree they weren't the best, but if y
Current Residence: The computor! deviantWEAR sizing preference: whuzza deviantwear? Print preference: To hell with prints, I don't wanna buy no crap online! Favourite genre of music: Punk Favourite photographer: Jade Pope Favourite style of art: Literature Operating System: Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!! MP3 player of choice: Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!! Shell of choice: Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!! Wallpaper of choice: Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!! Skin of choice: Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!! Favourite cartoon character: Hmm...... Wilt of Foster's Home for Imaginary friends Personal Quote: Live for today, look forward to tomorrow, nevwer give up, and remember to smile
Favourite Visual Artist
Matt Schultz
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cage the elephant
Favourite Writers
E. A. Poe
Favourite Games
Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!!..... Elder scrolls IV:
Favourite Gaming Platform
Whu--?!! Whatthebuttfck does this have to do with any fucking form of art!!!
How long have I... What's... Huh?... Wow, I've been gone a while... even Gary has a DA now... I'm so unhip... Oh well... does anyone wanna see more writing?.. No?.. Mkay... Then can someone please give me a flyer, because I need direction right now.
I just want to apologies for my massive orgy of fuck from my previous entry, and conceal it with a new one, even though I know you don't care about this:
Justine, my girlfriend, and I have broken up and gotten back together twice now...
Interested yet?
Yeah, I honestly don't care for profanity so best be mindfull of that...
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