TheClockworkMan

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Janos Sitting in the Rain by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Janos Sitting in the Rain

In my dream I saw him sitting on an old stump of a tree that grew across the street. I never bothered to count the rings and now I wonder how old it was when it rotted out. “What are you doing?” I asked. He looked at me with smiling eyes and flat lips, “Waiting for the Winnebago to turn to dust,” I wanted to tell him it was raining and a Winnebago won’t wash away in the rain, it’s too smart. He’s shivering, but not from the cold. You have to know heat in order to feel cold all he’s ever touched is cold like this except for her, burning hotter than anything he’s ever felt before, or may

Capital Y You Poems by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Capital Y You Poems

I used to hate poems like these: melodramatic ravings over Her, that is, until I met You, smiling from across the hall who’s overwhelming beauty crushed my confidence but not my desire; taunting, teasing games of spite and snobbish disgust turn to flirtatious advances and arrogant boasts—plans laying out exactly how I would make You mine and oddly, I succeeded. In just two weeks You broke my heart: “You’ve been perfect, but I can’t do this any more.” What? “It would be better if we were just friends again.” You held my hand, tears streaming down Your perfect eyes, Your rosy cheeks Your sof

Ten Word Stories by TheClockworkMan, literature

Nineteen Years as an Uppermiddleclass White Male by TheClockworkMan, literature

Three Months After a Two Week Lover by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Three Months After a Two Week Lover

Anger. Soft lips. Your lips. My lips. A body so warm and so soft Not even my bony body could Be uncomfortable against yours. Choke. Inspiration. My muse. My motivation. A purpose in life I had never known With the knowledge it wouldn’t last I hoped for a brighter outcome. Burn. Fear. Don’t be afraid. Too late, for it was doomed To fail before it even started And I just had to fall in Love. That saturation of being in your presence The universe was still in turmoil, but you Made my little island a sanctuary. I let you hug and kiss and smile at Whoever you wished, because I Knew there was no love behind those. I was your singu

To be Read Aloud by TheClockworkMan, literature

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To be Read Aloud

Love is not a candle. It is the flame that burns atop the candle. The candle is only the time we have left Don’t burn too softly, or the wind will snuff the flame. Don’t burn too passionately, because the hotter our love, The faster the candle melts. Sometimes the candle is not a candle at all, Love can burn in an oil lamp, fit to last forever. But we will never know if we burn wax or oil Until the wax has run out.

Litany Against Hope by TheClockworkMan, literature

The Romantic Tragedy by TheClockworkMan, literature

The Colors of Snow by TheClockworkMan, literature

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The Colors of Snow

In its purest form, the soft ice is white. The land lies in a colorless blanket. And adds its own, after flight. Grey snow flows down the river And freezes overhead, creating A mesh-like web over water From grit, the snow turns black. And blue from salt and chem. Yellow is the oldest trick. “It tastes just like lemons!” His favorite snow, my friend, had said But I have to say my favorite color snow Is when it’s colored red.

Tenacity by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Tenacity

A goal to give direction, A path to follow to the end, It weaves and winds, As if bent on stopping you Enemies block the way Rocks that will not be moved Vines tangle, monkeys howl Squirrels throw their acorns But continue on that hard fought path till you reach your destination The path ends, surrounded by dark forest, But the goal is not here. Double back and find a new path? A better one, for the experience here, Will make this journey all the easier Return to the beginning and start again, More prepared for enemies and obstacles The paths always end before the goal Is this even possible? Again and again and again the paths end.

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Janos Sitting in the Rain by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Janos Sitting in the Rain

Capital Y You Poems by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Capital Y You Poems

Ten Word Stories by TheClockworkMan, literature

Nineteen Years as an Uppermiddleclass White Male by TheClockworkMan, literature

Three Months After a Two Week Lover by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Three Months After a Two Week Lover

To be Read Aloud by TheClockworkMan, literature

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To be Read Aloud

Litany Against Hope by TheClockworkMan, literature

The Romantic Tragedy by TheClockworkMan, literature

The Colors of Snow by TheClockworkMan, literature

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The Colors of Snow

Tenacity by TheClockworkMan, literature

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Tenacity

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instead by angelenroute, literature

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instead

The place between sleep and awake, where footsteps land and sorrows take my conscious world for mem'ry's sake. Dreamed a place of sweet seduction drizzled with a glaze reduction: tender kisses, lips in suction. Smiled when he saw me coming, pulled my hand beside his tummy, blushed when I said "Hello honey". He asked me if my day was free, we both knew though, was not to be til later on that night we'd see. When in that place of kissing fun, devouring each the other's tongue in passion's dance the friction won. And from that place of awesome bliss, where every breath a gentle kiss, my dream too-soon ceased to exist. A chime beside me by

My Final Goodbye (Poem) by Tigueron, literature

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My Final Goodbye (Poem)

I sit here thinking of time that's past Wondering why love never lasts I could read books and countless sources And all I find is theories & pointless courses On what to expect and how it works How it gets better and how it gets worse Love is a lot of things, except easy to find I was fooled into thinking that you were mine Love is beautiful, but only when it's true But you may think it evil, when you rush into it like fools I thought the world of you But I was truly wrong You had me feeling blue Like a bitter ending in the saddest song How many I love yous were really real? How many times did you say what you really feel? A relationship as

I Know How You Feel by QuixoticApricot, literature

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Mar 18
United States
Deviant for 12 years
www.bringVictory.net
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I write things. Sometimes draw.

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I don't like artists, I like individual pieces.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Same thing for musicians.

Favourite Books

Game of Thrones and things similar to that

Favourite Writers

Same as musicians.

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Yes

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Yes

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Pencil. Paper. More pencil.

Other Interests

...squirrels?

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TheClockworkMan

Nov 13, 2013

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Well if ~Lambocoon (https://www.deviantart.com/lambocoon) is doing it then I have to too! >:C 1. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? See I want to say I want a girlfriend, but I find myself more and more hesitant, Like maybe I'm not cut out for it right now. I still remember what it's like to be in one, and how great it was. I'm always happier with someone it seems, but that someone isn't always the best for me, you know? 2. When did your last hug take place? I hugged Madison before charging at the Humans in their last stand during HvZ. 3. Are you a jealous person? Perhaps only passively. I recognize that some people are better than me, but I don't really act on i