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Me by gluehfix, literature

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Me

Me The day passes like all before. Circling like suns around a black hole, the hands slowly move arund the clocks face. My mind slowly follows them in their spinning... stretching, like warped timespace the thoughts slow down, leaving me blank like a sheet of paper, that waits to have written something on it. Over this vast white emptiness, somwhere across the white worlds end, another emptiness refuses to fill, getting dotted...pinched...sliced by the monotonous ticking, indicating that something pretends to be happening. Pretending like my mind, converting the senses input into some weird construct named me.

Final Destination by gluehfix, literature

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Final Destination

Final Destination The tides of time gently sweep me forward, inevitably the course is set. Yet the time until arrival lays hidden deep inside my very personal book of fate. Together with me, seasons change, autum headed forward way out south, taking many birds with him and in his steps dried out crumbling dancing leaves. Drifting forward slowly, just like me, cold winter takes a peek already on the now prepared silent land. Covered in its brownish coat now this year is coming to an end, but it will renew itself by every turn of time becoming young again, and starting new the circle of life. Yet only I will be taking

another feather by gluehfix, literature

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another feather

another feather The winds of time lift the your wings, carrying you into the skies of life. Though the path is unclear, you have to follow. The strength of the currents lifting, dragging, sometimes beating... you sail regardless. Will your wings withstand? Gusts may break them... or carry you into the freezing cold of darkness... behind the bright skies. Taking up the feeling of freedom, but only to be following the desire to fly. My glances follow you in helplessness... ...and another feather falls swiftly to the ground.

Awakening Spring by gluehfix, literature

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Awakening Spring

Awakening Spring Sneaky like a thief loneliness creeps out, like roaches from their hidden nests. Painfully devouring the days exited sweetness, leaving a dull grey covering like a shroud. And with the grey comes the rain, heavy drops drumming a sad march... Wetting...soaking... drenching... draining the last bit of warmth. So far away the moments of a warm sun and woven fingers on the grassy ground. So far away the bell-bright laughter, that had come with the soft scent of fresh flowers. How far ? How long ? The green mothers have changed their clothing, letting their children dance in colourful dresses to winds whistling

The Little Bird by gluehfix, literature

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The Little Bird

The little Bird Emptiness.. Hollow and cold... Rough and dead rocks in my hands, that refuse to fit. How to build a warm home ? How can I breathe life into this llifelessness? A pile of rubble before me... There is warmth inside... somewhere... I know it! But my view is blurred and my ears are deaf, my hands are numb and clumsy. Only sound... no harmonies, no tunes. Where did that little bird fly? .. that sat on my shoulder and sung and lent its wings. When crept this emptiness out? How have I lost the me ... ? So I sit ... I weep and tears flow, ... weird ... the emptiness vanished and there is ...pain ! Sharp like

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Dancing Girl by gluehfix, literature

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Dancing Girl

Dancing Girl On a crowded place I see a girl dancing for the audience... She's laughing happily and her slender body is a pleasure to the eye The audience roots and claps, they want her to dance more, to dance more, but... I see she's dancing on shards of glass I see her shoes have no soles I see her smile is fake I see tears flow from her eyes,...and I hear her crying loudly... Why is noone seeing what I see? Why isn't anybody hearing what I hear? Why isn't anybody telling her to stop? open up your heart and LOOK DAMMNIT !!! I yell at the audience... but the audience is deaf, the audience is blind, their hearts are made

The warrior by gluehfix, literature

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The warrior

The Warrior So many battles fought So many swords broken His armor got shattered His heart got cut But having faith But having a destination To return home To find peace He went on He never gave in So burnt fields he saw So burnt houses he passed and he returns to an empty house and there is no fire welcoming him no arms wrap him no lips to kiss him war was here war took his home and so he finds and he embraces what remains what drives him on to fight his way to return home

Green Leafs by gluehfix, literature

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Green Leafs

Green Leafs Today I ponder of the past, While life itself passes so fast. Decisions made, now seem so wrong Along with guilt, the pain goes on. A stained soul, a scarred heart, so many things, that took a part. ignorance and truth were there when love and treason took a share, blinded by a dumb desire, setting my whole world on fire. Everything I held was gone, what I despised turned into home from where no way seemed me to lead back on my bright lifes crowded street But finally to my surprise tears dwelled up in my sore eyes, rinsing away, what blurred my view making me know, what I must do. and In the ashes, tiny yet a

Salty Mist by gluehfix, literature

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Salty Mist

Salty Mist I wait, I dont know why the waves swing me up and down the sea is rough and salty mist wets me I wait thats what I'm made for useless and a sore to the eye until suddenly I feel something warm on me grabbing me tight and suddenly I have a purpose and I sing I sing like I never did before fighting the waves, with all I have carrying an unkown weight I hold on until the lights come and take this warm weight from me making me light and heavy at once to be waiting once more an eternety maybe carrying the fading memory of warmth and I wait

Items by gluehfix, literature

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Items

Items Wandering the streets of my memory, passing moments like the displays of closed shops I'm feeling rich and poor at once. As I own the shops but cannot lay my hand on even one item. As I search for the key, that was all lost when the items were placed In a burst of sunlight the glass reflects like a mirror your face beside mine. and the shop opens to have placed another item ...

Silky Ribbons by gluehfix, literature

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Silky Ribbons

Silky Ribbons I feel a northern wind blowing through your mind.. colouring grey your bright summers thoughts of warmth... making the flame of hope in your heart flicker, and your body shiver in warm sunlight. Let me spin my words to silky threads and let me weave my sentences to silky ribbons around your heart. Soft and tender, firm and warm... to repel the cold, creeping into your heart, like the scent of cold ashes... To hold inside this yet so tiny flame of hope like the hands of a child... holding a fledgeling fallen from its nest. Let my words mend the cracks inside your heart dulling its clear and shiny surface like bl

The symphony by gluehfix, literature

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The symphony

The Symphony The distant echoes of warm moments are drifting through my heart. The ringing strings of my feelings play again, the soft symphony your words composed. Though the words have faded so long, and the symphony, two overflowing hearts created, the wind carries no more. The tunes still are in vibrant colours, and the melody guides my steps through the shapeless grey, of anonymus and uniformus days. Guiding me towards the moment, when two hearts will sing again in tune, creating a new symphony, bright and loud, like a nova inside a galaxy, leaving a bright sun that will warm us for the rest of our life.

Lines Of Life by gluehfix, literature

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Lines Of Life

Lines Of Life The hands of time softly brush my face, its tender fingers writing the lines of my life. The counter of my life is running backwards slowly, with every beat of my heart the number decreases, a big zero at the very end. But I welcome every beat, and I love every line, because its you, who listens, its your fingers, that caress, and its your words, that softly brush my soul, tenderly writing a story of love.

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planning by spyedxher, literature

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planning

so childishly written the words had so much meaning scribbled across loose paper taken from a folded group like when you were seven and they asked you to draw pictures that described your story this picture is stick figures perfect on every meaning so brilliantly thin and long so perfectly placed in cars with re-routed exaust pipes and hoses for no air into car windows theres no way out of it then the bottle isnt childlike anymore its not the symbol of life anymore though it does bring great comfort the car is still that thing that takes you where you want to go but its not working anymore its broken from wanting, and ne

demonstration of character by spyedxher, literature

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demonstration of character

"hey, are you there? are you here? i can feel you." Tears ran down my face, almost freezing from the cold night air. "I still think about you, do you remember me?" I yelled into the treetops, and then looked down and whispered, "You still give me nightmares too, am i still part of your dream." the wind whistled through the trees, catching my shoulder length hair and mixing it with the dark shadows of the forest. the cold air bit at my face and neck, clawed at my hands and feet. My jacket rustled in the semi-silence as I bent down to take off my water soaked sneakers, the rocks had been covered in algee, too slippery to hold anything upright.

The Octopus by leviathanslover, literature

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The Octopus

Far away, turbines the size of houses are spinning. They are the glistening heart of the octopus. Millions of miles of high tension lines march across the countryside, the veins and arteries, carrying the precious blood to millions of faceless apartment buildings, crumbling brownstones, rotting wooden houses covered with vinyl, and suburban homes all exactly alike. The capillaries bring blood to the skin, smooth white walls with plenty of outlets. Listen to the hum of the octopus. The octopus wraps his tentacles around the Earth and feeds hungrily. He rips deep holes in her flesh, and sucks up her sweet essences, water and oil and gas. He pi

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Germany
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: In front of a PC-Screen... a big one ^_^
Favourite genre of music: Softer chillout tunes - Zero beat preferred.
Favourite photographer: non so far.
Favourite style of art: Art decot
Operating System: Win 2K
MP3 player of choice: NexiA or winamp 2.80
Skin of choice: My very own... quite comfy :D
Favourite cartoon character: Oggy
Personal Quote: Surf the tides of life with a smile ^_^

Favourite Visual Artist

Hayao Myazaki

Favourite Movies

Mimi wo sumaseba - Listen carefully/Whisper of the heart by GHIBLI (anime)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Vangelis

Favourite Writers

Still searching

Favourite Games

The Sims

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC + Dreamcast... and my old C64 :heart:

Tools of the Trade

Heart, Pen, Notepad, AIPTEK Graphics Tablet, My DX7i, Photoshop 5.5

Other Interests

Music... words... feelings...

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gluehfix

Jan 10, 2006

Friends

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Lately I talk a real lot with the friends I got to know here on DA. This keeps me pretty busy and leaves hardly room for being creative. Thats the reason why I havent deviated much lately... but I dont regret it. My friends are more important then my selfish drive to exhibit the oozes of my mind. And there will be a time when there will be room for creativity again. For the time being I'll excuse myself off into the vaults of deviation comments. Thanks to all who deviate, and with their hearts blood make my day. :bow: ^_~

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gluehfix

Dec 26, 2005

Self Quiz

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As you all may have noticed I've been lazy writing my Journal  but Christmas kept me busy, my friends uncle died miserably from cancer and my parents lay sick with the flu. I finished a few IRL tasks and now have a few days off work so I finally come to do some stuff here on DA abit. Hamburg has been dusted over with snow wich is to stay till tuesday, and today I'll visit my Schoolfriend ( y'know, the one where the Sushi frenzy took place ^_^ ) We will talk about his deceased Uncle and try to have a little christmas. I went around and found at : icon leviathanslover : this info sum-up that seems to be fun ladymj started the Emo guys ki

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gluehfix

Dec 2, 2005

Question-ness

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Initially Deadheart87 started this thingy to make yourself a little more common to otherDeviants, so I collect all my courage and join. I works like this : (A) First, recommend to me: 1. a movie 2. a book 3. a musical artist, song, or album (B) Second, everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. No kidding, ANYTHING ^^; , I'll give you the absolute, honest truth, to the best of my ability. (C) Last: I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything. Now this will get interesting. I'm looking forward to your suggestions ... and your questi

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NamelessNeko

Sep 1, 2011

Glue, I don't know where you went, or what happened to you. I may never know until the day I leave this life.
But I will never, EVER forget how much you meant to me as a friend, or how kind you were to me.
I'd give anything, everything just to be able to talk to you again...