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The Iris by nidderdude, literature

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The Iris

I realize, now, that I cannot recall The color of your eyes, And have, thus, not Looked deep into your soul. So much is hidden Within the iris of the eye, Where secrets, behind the pupil, Burst forth, in kaleidoscope color. Perhaps I may, momentarily, gaze into them, Through those dark windows of wonder, and Watch, as your soul spills out and, mine, seeps in, Swirling, together, fractured secrets, in momentary harmony.

Sunshine by nidderdude, literature

There She Goes by nidderdude, literature

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There She Goes

There she goes again, Into the blindin' ligh-igh-ight! There she goes again, Slowly, out of sight. There she goes, Steppin' through my door... There she goes. Where, I don't know, oh, I don't care! There she goes, Wind playing through her hair. There she goes... Yeah... There she goes, Slowly out of sight. There she goes, In to the blindin' ligh-igh-ight! There she goes, again, Out of my life... There she goes.

King of the World by nidderdude, literature

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The Iris by nidderdude, literature

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The Iris

Sunshine by nidderdude, literature

There She Goes by nidderdude, literature

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There She Goes

King of the World by nidderdude, literature

Distractions by nidderdude, literature

November Night by nidderdude, literature

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things I never told you. by littleblueraccoon, literature

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things I never told you.

some poems feel like water. this one is more like sand, and I'm suffocating in the maw of a desert that was better left rusting its clairvoyance. it started one night when I remembered that I've kept everything you've ever given me: roses, faces, promises. I never really understood how to let things go, and when the thought of turning the things you'd touched away from my doorstep choked the poetry from my throat, I realized why. I keep reminding myself that I should probably be nicer to you, but I think you already know that I'm only capable of being nice when I'm cornered and out of ideas. and despite what you claim, you've never been

i don't have a dog by MisfitableGrae, literature

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i don't have a dog

1. i get up at ten. this is an accomplishment. by eleven, i’m awake enough to miss you. to be honest, that part never goes away— but eleven is when the typewriter grows fangs and threatens to swallow everything i am if i don’t put a name to the feeling. even the dog’s tail does not wag. he keeps watching the door. he will not even touch his food until the sun has set as deep as possible. he is giving you every chance to come back. i try to tell him there’s no use, that you will never come back. but dogs don’t understand things like that, don’t believe in the concept of ‘never come back’

a list of things colleges don't want to know by MisfitableGrae, literature

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a list of things colleges don't want to know

1. i have a cactus named atticus that i bought on the day i thought i was going to die, and i never forget to water it, not even when i forget how it feels to breathe without my lungs rebelling against my brain. 2. sometimes talking feels like walking on gravel in a Georgian summer heat. i try to keep talking anyway, and hope that eventually my voice will lose its softness and grow calluses. 3. once, a man whistled at me outside of a grocery store from the safety of his car. four years later, i still haven’t stopped looking over my shoulder. 4. i drive too fast and i take turns too sharply and i never put enough sugar in my tea

read this when you're so angry you shake by MisfitableGrae, literature

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read this when you're so angry you shake

little drops of oil make rainbows on wet concrete and i don’t know how beautiful you find that, but sometimes you gotta learn that the littlest things are the prettiest, like the shape of your fingernails and the crinkles you get at the corner of your eyes when you laugh and when you grow old and i know i said “grow old” like it’s a temporary thing, but that’s because it is. you can think it’s forever but it’s really a split second because you don’t matter, not when the universe is still growing and speeding through a nothingness we can’t even fathom, not when color doesn’t exis

a retraction of august's horoscope by aprilwednesday, literature

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a retraction of august's horoscope

“aquarius, you have fallen in love with the storm again,” the august horoscope reads. it is almost—but not quite—correct. for the sake of astrological accuracy it might be revised to read, “aquarius, you have fallen in love—” (this part may remain) “—aquarius, you have fallen in love in the sticky heat of summer, the air as damp as your skin, heat rising from the tarmac of this flat swamp town.” or perhaps, “aquarius, it will not feel like a storm. there will be no lightning bolts, no thunder. there will be no fire under your skin.” “aquarius, your love will be

Unreliable Poet by monstroooo, literature

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Unreliable Poet

I confess I don't remember Whether you wore your hair down Or tied it back into a sort-of pony tail; Whether your dress was red with black spots Or black with red spots, Or something else entirely. But I perfectly recall your smile, Like Spring’s first sunshine Whose warmth lingers even now. I may have already forgotten, The cadence with which you spoke Your intonation and inflection; The questions you asked me And the answers I found Down amongst the butterflies. But I know that your voice Was an unchained symphony Was angelsong A spell of sweet restlessness. I cannot fo

Odds and Ends by dreamsinstatic, literature

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Odds and Ends

A cup is just a cup until it's the last cup that she touched, and a car is just a way from a to b until it's the way that she arrived at z. A picture in a frame is lovely to see, even if only ever viewed in the background, passively, but when the image locks in place the last smile on her face then your grief turns to regret for the memory trapped beneath the glass. An old pair of slippers, tucked neatly beside the door, stepping over every time you cross the threshold, until the day when you have to toss those old things away and they are as heavy as anchors and more treasured than diamond. A scent that fills your head, the comfort of a f

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Is There Only Pain Inside? by nidderdude, literature

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Is There Only Pain Inside?

Why can't I get her Out of my head? Why can't I dry These tears I shed? Why do I dream Of her when I'm in bed? Why can't I get her Out of my head? Wishing Wishing she could care Drowning Drowning in my despair Screaming Screaming Screaming without air Dreaming Dreaming Dreaming Fall Fall Fail to catch my breath Fall Fall Fall to Death Fall Nothing in my chest Beats I'm not the only one I know Not the only one This lost This cold Not the only one Praying for death Not the only one Fighting for breath Not the only one Holding screams Silently within their chest Not the only one

Is There Only Pain Inside?

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nidderdude

Jul 12, 2013

Devious Journal Entry

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This writing eases my pain Because my fingers release my thoughts So they are no longer mine And I don't have to feel them

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nidderdude

Feb 9, 2010

I actually won?

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Well, third place, but that still counts as winning, right? Here are the winners of Nicole's contest. Originally posted by Nicole. http://naoko313.deviantart.com/ "THE DREAM CONTEST HAS ITS WINNERS Once again, thank you all for participating. It was really hard to choose the winners. They were all amazing. THANK YOU ALL Well here we go Remember here were the criteria for judging. :star: Creativity :star: Connection To Theme :star: Execution and Use of Medium :bulletred: THE WINNERS FOR VISUAL ART :bulletred: I was looking for pieces that weren't that common. Something different. 3rd Place: ~Navis-Silverfox (https://www.deviantart.com/navis-silverfox) with the deviation

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nidderdude

Jan 30, 2010

Everyone Knows The Saying.....

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"A picture is worth a thousand words." But a word can paint a thousand pictures. One million words in one. Mmmm... thinking. My favourite pastime.

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Happy Birthday!

Thanks for the

I really enjoyed the massive influx of poems that came by last week. It took a while to get to them for me but they made me think a lot and the iris in particular was quite good.

It's difficult to formulate words into comments for a poem, it tends to feel that the poem speaks for itself in my eyes but I wanted to try and tell you that I very much enjoyed what you have shared and hope to see you again real soon, hopefully over the break for that job trade (or whatever that was called).

Happy Birthday!

Hey Nate, It's me, Keaton!

blubbityblub

May 1, 2013

Here bro. Have a hug, and a llama.

nidderdude

May 2, 2013

Thanks. I really needed that bro hug... and that llama. :]