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Outside the Asylum Walls: Author's Note

I wasn't always this way... A long time ago, I was a happy child with normal hopes and dreams, I slept through the night (mostly) and I was a moderate trouble maker at home as well as at school. I used to keep a journal to just write down thoughts that I seemed to be particularly interesting as a child. Over time my journal evolved into a cynical editorial on the other children in my high school, the popular culture, and of course, who gave the most amount of homework in an attempt to ruin what little social life I had. If I had to pinpoint when the switch happened, I would have to say that it came with the dawn of puberty and the l

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Unfinished Script

INT. BEDROOM - DAY The room is filthy, there's empty bottles and wrappers scattered on the floor. The walls are plastered with pin-up posters. DAVE is curled in between blankets. DAVE (V.O.) This the part of the story where I'm suppose to say something to make you care enough about me so that you'll watch the rest of my stupid TV show. Dave crawls out of bed, and falls over. He's dressed in an all white t-shirt and short-shorts. INT. WASHROOM - DAY He takes off his shirt and has a look at his black eye in the mirror. He spreads it, which makes him flinch in pain

Survival Poems

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2014

Being at work scared him anymore, as he never knew what state he would find his wife in; if she would even be alive when he got home. There had been times he had to go home on his lunch to check on her for his sanity's sake. He did not mind it, but it worried him so much. As he entered the apartment, he knew something was not right. His wife was no where to be seen, and he could hear the soft sounds of broken tears. When he found her, his heart crumbled. She was hidden in the back of the closet, unaware of his presence just outside of the door. He recognized her tears and her soft muffled cries. They were struggling together to help her; to

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The Cruel Enforcer

Time is a cruel god to the reluctant masochist. That god is one that would make the ancients blush, with poetic justice and patient attention to detail. Sadistic grace is what others would see, if not so reluctant in the processes of alteration, keeping the soul just shy of a death long wished for. Come Hell or the highest Heaven, time is an agent for all of progress in fate, and the enemy of hindrance that shakes out the sweat of withdrawal. Withdrawal from the chosen Hells that human hands have made with the devil in ear, birthing a parasite upon the glowing array of blessing and potential. Though Hell comes for all, and all inad

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Forgive Me, My Friend

Forgive Me, My Friend 25-08-18 You’re a warrior of the Xena-ilk – No battle too big to conquer, No enemy too horrendous to bring down – And like in that final battle, You’ve been taking arrows left, right, center And everywhere in between… But no samurai without honour will take your head, Because you are my Sam with a survival plan. You’re the friend who held my sobbing form After I drew my ‘first blood’ in a fight. Comforting the broken angel Whose light brought darkness when tarnished, But was quickly re-illuminated by your care, By your concern and your kindness. As my tears dried on yo

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Whisper

Tell me you care Tell me you are still there My heart feels so empty My soul so bare Needing some warmth To take the coldness away Needing whispers of love that only I can hear

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Safe Haven

Never judged and never bound Never broken or let down Each days a blessing when you find A haven of the safest kind A place of joy and endless bliss A place of love you'll always miss If ever you find you've gone away You'll come back to a friendly hey I have a place to run and hide And with friends there by my side I don't have to be afraid Of anything that comes my way Anytime I'm feeling down I find my haven and get a crown A kingdom that is always mine A place where at last I'm fine And when my day has elapsed In exhaustion I collapse To dream of Haven and what's in store When I visit one day more Never judged and

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This Deserves a Feature On Its Own

Oct 11, 2014

Because the reception it's receiving now is actually becoming really, really surprising and I'm so damn happy to see this. All of you guys are inspiring me and I thank you all for being fearless. Thank you all for being so freaking beautiful and honest and amazing in your own perfectly imperfect skin. This is why I called myself chromeantennae (https://www.deviantart.com/chromeantennae) because I want to spread my message and I never expected anyone to listen, but now that people are-- it's so humbling. This is exactly what I want to do with my time here. I want to inspire creation and right now this is exactly what is happening and I couldn't be prouder. With suggestion, I

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Forgive Me, My Friend by MagicalJoey, literature

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Forgive Me, My Friend

Forgive Me, My Friend by MagicalJoey, literature

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Forgive Me, My Friend

Pleading with the Fates by MagicalJoey, literature

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Pleading with the Fates

Pleading with the Fates 8-08-18 Ten years’ worth of goals and dreams, Time enough to plot and scheme; Time to love, to live and be alive, Instead of just the normal – survive The day, the second or hour – Ten years is enough to grow in power. To grow, now therein lies the root of all Evil, good, and potential falls. Ten years’ worth of love and lies, Of slacking, procrastinating and sorrow’s sighs. Time to dream, to maybe hope… And if not, there’s time to noose that rope… But no! Now’s not the time to think of that, I’ll draw another card from life’s mad hat – Maybe o

Boy, Lost (Tanka) by MagicalJoey, literature

Hung and Framed by MagicalJoey, literature

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Hung and Framed

Hung and Framed 4-08-18 “The man in the mirror was framed and hung,” For he had committed no crime But was guilty of not doing everything he had done. The man in the mirror is no man at all; He is a she who loves words, Writing ropes of them To braid into her hair. Turning them into daisy chains That shackle her to the world she lives in. The (wo)man in the mirror was framed By a box of wooded words. Hung by a hessian rope Made from the daisy chains binding her heart. She prattles in poetry; Copious words leaving her lips half-formed, Falling to the floor With the finality of a dropped egg. It’s no yolk…joke…

I Never Knew His Smile by MagicalJoey, literature

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I Never Knew His Smile

I Never Knew His Smile 15-07-18 I never knew his smile, His laugh or even the colour of his eyes, But I’d like to think he would have smiled more often than I do. That he would have laughed at grandpa’s nonsense jokes – The ones we’ve all heard at every family gathering For the last thirty years, The ones we think are lame and boring and beg him not to tell in company – I think he would have laughed at those; Even if just so grandpa didn’t feel bad or stupid, Or unloved – Because God forbid anyone ever feel unloved like mummy did all her life; I love you mommy, With all my little heart that beat i

On an Island - I am Not Alone by MagicalJoey, literature

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On an Island - I am Not Alone

On an Island I am Not Alone 22-06-18 But here I'm no one, a Cosmic Castaway, Left alone to deal or die…so I’ll Lose my head to the chemical freeway, Enjoy the ride, the view; Have the sun rise upon me one more morning – Smile and sing with the lurking larks – And set behind the mountains of my molehills. Purify and sanctify me, Cleanse me down deep into my soiled soul until it squeaks, Until it glistens and gleams with glamour; I must be holy for you, An angel without wings – There when needed to prop you up As you propped me – My feathers fell off and my wings bent and broke… …because, at

You Are Loved, Dear Heart, You Are Loved by MagicalJoey, literature

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You Are Loved, Dear Heart, You Are Loved

You Are Loved, Dear Heart, You Are Loved 21-06-18 You’ve got a secret pocket Hiding deep within your soul. In it you hide emotions; Buried alive in the deepest hole. They bubble and they brew inside, They fester and they rot… …until up they come and out they explode, Whether you want them to or not. You are a natural ‘carer’, A person who is kind at heart. You overflow with love and compassion, And that is just the start. You’ve been ‘through hell and back again,’ And baby – you’ve survived! So I’ll shout it from the rooftops: I am glad you are alive! You not only hear, yo

How He is Represented by MagicalJoey, literature

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How He is Represented

How He is Represented 30-05-18 If He cares not about my colour, My gender or my weight, Or about my physicality Or my mental state… …why is it that His people, See these things shining bright? Holding them as reasons overhead, To cast me out into the night. Why am I forgotten? Why am I ignored? Why am I treated like an enemy, As if we are at war? They’re His representatives, His emissaries on this earth. Showing folks His love and light, And how each one is worth More to Him than precious silver, More than gold or gems – Reality is we’re worthless scum To those who represent. If we are not like all the oth

Clutch It Close - Don't Let It Escape by MagicalJoey, literature

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Clutch It Close - Don't Let It Escape

Clutch It Close Don't Let It Escape 14-06-18 Clutch it close, least it depart, This fragile, broken, hardened heart. Once beating ‘neath ribs’ protecting cage, It’s come loose over time; worn away with age. Your chest is hollow, empty, broken Into jagged shards by those words spoken. Though they claim, “’T’was all a joke,” They’re the ones now pulling a lynching rope. Clutch it in arms too thin and boney, To hold up a heart gone cold and stoney. Its solid mass now weighing more than your head; Though it does not beat…you’re not…yet dead? Worry etches brows in frown, And tur

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