StromStrider

The Starving Poet!

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Digging Through The Helix by StromStrider, literature

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Digging Through The Helix

I keep digging, Digging Into my soul, Trying to find ME. Who is ME? And what am I meant for? The darkness that seems to have taken root in my generation Does not suit me. Yet, The morbidity of my soul causes me to Cringe. Holding the door to my mind closed Tighter. Locking the key to my heart away deeper In the cold swiveling Helix that is my mind.

The Mortal, Battle Ground by StromStrider, literature

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The Mortal, Battle Ground

Mortal, The Battle Ground Between Two Gods of the Night The sky turns from gray to orange. The odd tinge reradiating from the street lamps in the city below, As I watch, Curious observer, From my window. The night has taken hold of me, And I am its slave. Electronic-techno-rock beats pulsing, Pulsing, Pulsing, Dripping forth like liquid sound from dark boxes hidden to my eyes In the corners of my darkened room. The sound

Out of Touch by StromStrider, literature

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Out of Touch

Cool gusts rush along the ground, Through the wilted blades of grass. Then bend and bow to their masters with a crunch under bare feet. Alone, He sits and shivers, On a stone bench, Cursing himself, Relentlessly confessing his misconceived sins To an unmoving skies. Unsure, As to why he feels this way, Why he is this way. He says one thing, But feels another. Out of touch with his;

Withered Vines by StromStrider, literature

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Withered Vines

Twisted withered vines spout from the mouths of those whom surround me, becoming tangled in my ears, stretching long, crunchy, wiry, leathered fingers, into my brain, slowly squishing me into suffocated confusion. Eyes and face, cold and lifeless as stone they stare into me, in petrified disbelief. do I not know truth, Because I've never seen it? Are my eyes the eyes of stone? Am I the perpetrator of the original sin?

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Deranged Puppeteer by StromStrider, literature

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Deranged Puppeteer

You twist and contort me about with your words, Like a deranged puppeteer you make me dance, For all to see. I want out, I grasp frantically at my strings to gain control, But you never want to talk. You cut the line, and plummet downwards into a Black abyss of sorrow… Until, neither of us can stand the silence, And slowly you spin strings down to me like a black widow, Gently lifting me up… And making me dance…

Black News by StromStrider, literature

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Black News

The deliverance of yet another black letter, filled with black words In the form of a mother's tears, drove him to this. Three candles burning bright, shedding their light, sharing their warmth, Slowly drift down the river on small funeral boats, paths far from him, Leaving him in darkness, cold, pulled away by the frosty current. Can't stand the pain, burning inside, chewing like a thousand rotten, half dead, Mutilated maggots swarming, chewing away at his heart. An outward expression of what lays inside, hoping to draw The inside out, to understand it. As he continues his fist begins to bleed, as it becomes batter

Anger Deep Withing by StromStrider, literature

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Anger Deep Withing

The feeling swells in my chest, with my head still spinning, the Useless fight outside my head still ensues and slowly is drowned out by the Throbbing in my head. I begin to squirm, trembling, trying to fight the feeling. It grows larger, now a large bubbling, blistery mass bulging From my chest. I chough, as a large slimly lump tries to slide up my throat. I stand up and begin to scream in fiery pain. Sweat starts to poor from my forehead and trickle down my body gathering in a Puddle, as my hands clench tightly around the mutated mass bulging From my flesh. Creature born of my own hatred and anger hidden d

Trapped by StromStrider, literature

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Trapped

I walk upon a sheet of silvery glass, picking up sticks as I go. The slick surface of the ground slides under my feet and I slip, Trip and fall… A small crack forms on the plane on which I lay, but I pay it no mind, As I quickly get back up and gather my things. As I travel, gathering more wood, the crack begins to grow thinker, Breaking down, deep below the solid ground into the dark abyss. Suddenly, the ground quacks below me and the world gives way, I fall, Into the dark cold depth below me. The ground refreezes above my head as I struggle trough the black water, Pulling me down, pulling me down… Already tired fro

Flaming Chariot by StromStrider, literature

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Flaming Chariot

A flaming chariot rides threw the sky, Pulled by golden winged horses. The earth spins, revolving in the deep chasm of space. Some where stares swirl past, And a crazed old man cackles as he rides a Giant fuzzy rabbit, hopping from asteroid to asteroid. The pure laughter of a child rings out loud over the roaring sound of the Gears of the universe grinding down as he slides down the tail of A commit and dives into the big dipper. An oak tree floats by, growing backwards, first a tree, then a sapling, Then finally, slowly crawling back into the shell of the seed it came from, a pause… and it gr

Endless Waltz by StromStrider, literature

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Endless Waltz

Sail upon a ship in the sky, high above the sea Of green, where the schools of fish roam. How lucky to be a cloud, to slowly roll threw the air, Swallowed in robs of white, Blue skies swirls around. The sun tickles them with his long arms of golden light. The sun slowly swims along the sky, then dips under The edge of the sea to cool its self. The curtain of night is drawn across the sky by the moon, Wrapped in her silvery yellow dress, her face painted in white kabuki. Her finger gracefully begin to dance upon the strings of her golden harp, Her lips still, singing a sweet lullaby, Voice of soft,

Zanshin by StromStrider, literature

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Zanshin

His eyes close, and the darkness swirls around him, With his eyes closed, he sees, Sees everything in intricate charcoal sketched gray and white. The wind flows gently over his hakama, Gracefully dancing agents his legs. He takes in a breath and holds it in, a breath full of honor and pride, 500 years of honor and pride. His mind clean and clear as a crystalline reflecting pool, as deep as the great sea, Filled with the knowledge he takes from the place of the way. He wears his soul at his side for all to see, as strong as steel, and stronger still. His future carefully balanced on it's sharp edge. Inscribed up

Ultimate Potential by StromStrider, literature

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Ultimate Potential

They have a lot The potential of infinity, They've followed the path to the point of change, To the place where the polymorphic blobs take shape And become their own. They begin to learn, Chaotically make chooses. No reasoning behind the decisions they make, but a need to survive, Mixed with the pure chaotic insanity of forced rapid growth. They scrape flesh from their bones and watch the blood flow, Trying to release the torment inside. Others fight, fight with their fist, fight with knifes, Slight others open, fest on their insides. Some drink until their insides turn out, then once the room stops spinni

The Conclusion of all Chaos by StromStrider, literature

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The Conclusion of all Chaos

The Conclusion of all Chaos What is this I feel, The chaos of a thousand worlds. The sky breaks in half and crumbles to dust, The sea bubbles and boils red in my soul, Churning to thick ooze. The trees in the forest splinter and burst into flames. A torrent of wind sluggishly trudges along the ground, Ripping up earth and smashing the land with it. The cold steel points of the buildings that once Scraped the blue from the sky, now melt And trickle down, under the heat of the sun. All swirling in a single tear that slides down my face and fills the ocean.

Woodlen Walk by StromStrider, literature

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Woodlen Walk

The smell of wet grass a damp leaves fill my nose, My feet crunch along the pebble pathway threw the woods. The moon shins brightly overhead dancing slowly, twirling in the night sky. A lone wolf lets out a sad cry at the silvery moon, I call back to her in a soft cry cutting threw the fog. The path twist downwards along the slope, the wind blows gently and a pair of Leaves, red and orange, begin to waltz down the path with me. Swinging slowly to the soft, unheard beat of nature. The low babble of a broke calls to my ears, and speaks with a flowing voice Of the land it flows threw. Its ice cool water

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Out of Touch by StromStrider, literature

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United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: a small town in the middle of no where that doesn't apear on the map...
Favourite genre of music: JRock, sound tracks to anime, rock, classic rock
Favourite style of art: anime
Operating System: Windows Xp home (wanted profesional)
MP3 player of choice: Real One
Favourite cartoon character: Kenshin,
Personal Quote: "I'm not obsessed... I'm overly passionet..." "Now lets be a little le

Favourite Movies

LOTR, SW, Kill Bill, Seven Samurai, (anything kung fo, or Samurai related), The End of Eva, RENT,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Pillows, Maroon 5, The Killers

Favourite Writers

J.R.R. Tolken, Robert Frost, E.A. Poe,

Favourite Games

Anything RPG, Final Fanticy 10, 7,

Favourite Gaming Platform

Game Cube, PS2

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My sacread pen of writeing...

Other Interests

Anime, writeing, reading, SW, LOTR, computers, ect.

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StromStrider

Feb 15, 2009

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I really miss my life...

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StromStrider

May 30, 2007

Moving Day...

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Hey everybody, guess what? ....... OK, so I've been out of touch lately, so none of you know what's going on...  well... I'm moving out! I'm so so nervous...  Terrified really.  And yet, bountifully excited!  I'm hoping that this summer will be awesome.  Mostly because I need it to be. I'm moving out for a variety of reasons.  Main reason, above the fact that my parents drive me crazy and I'm sick of being a disappointment...  The main reason is that I've decided that it's finally time for me to be happy...  And seeing as I don't have the money to live in Europe for a few years... So instead I'm moving out. Rent wont be to bad, and dur

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StromStrider

Dec 31, 2006

Happy New Year

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Well, I hope you all had a fantastic year.  I personally can't wait for this one to leave me. lost two girl-friends my best friend moved away my friends went to college while I stayed home my best friend hates me I failed a class in school I hate myself I've lost three friends my grandfather died my great uncle died my aunt developed Alzheimer's I always feel alone I flew half way around the world I got out of high school high school drama followed me This year has just not been a good year.  I hope that I can make next year a little better.  If not, well then I'll just roll with the punches like I always do. Happy New Year al