Arachnalizard

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Breaking The Seal by Arachnalizard, literature

The Journal of Itchy (Prologue) by Arachnalizard, literature

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The Journal of Itchy (Prologue)

It's what looks like a normal journal. It is bounded with a dark brown leather. The book is perhaps four inches tall and three across at best. The thickness is just shy of an inch and a half. It doesn't seem to be anything fancy; there are no ornate designs in the cover. All that can be seen in the front is one word. Scratched into the leather to reveal a lighter brown color--as neatly as one can manage to write with some sharp object or claw--is the word, "Itchy." If one were to open up the journal, they would find a story written with graphite. Though the style of paw-writing shows the potential of wonderful and beautiful

The Journal of Itchy (Chapter 1) by Arachnalizard, literature

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The Journal of Itchy (Chapter 3) by Arachnalizard, literature

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My Anchor by Arachnalizard, literature

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My Anchor

I think a lot about what you say; You want to be my ticket home. I'm sorry I never enjoyed my stay, Before I was called to roam. I tossed my anchor out to sea, And let the chain slip away; Still the memory does haunt me, It plagues me night and day. My future shines so brightly, My life is all brand new; You think I'd throw it all away, Just to come running home To you... I have regrets that I'll admit. I left my past an empty shell. Will I ever come back again? I guess that only time will tell. Sometimes I feel so empty; Sometimes-- I mourn for what I knew. You have no need to forgive me, It was the thing I had to do. I

Wretchedness Of Your Pride by Arachnalizard, literature

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Wretchedness Of Your Pride

For so long I have been sleeping, Ever so deep beneath the ground. Felt great to be revived once more, Until that moment I looked around. I could see how you have handled this, Tainting everything with your bloody kiss; Living it up in all of your lies, and now How you have trampled my little garden of bliss And it is hard to believe this could all be true, That every day the soil had cried! How did you think this was given to you? For whoever said it has surely lied. You've left nothing else for me to do, To have faith--well--you know I've tried. How did you think this was given to you-- For this is the wretchedness of your pr

Death From Exposure by Arachnalizard, literature

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Death From Exposure

Here it comes now. Ah... No one drempt of this. In Your utopia Something Went terribly awry. Nothing to question. Lord, no -- Noone to ask why. The sheep have been divided From the swine, And the blood separated From all the wine. Perfection is Your way -- As defined by You! Whatever you say; Now isn't that true? Uh-huh See how they dance Every one of them In Your hand. That's if -- And only if -- You allow them to stand. Screaming slaves ever So eager to please. See how they hail You From their hands and knees? There is only You Who can make it all fine. No one else to Keep the sheep from the swine. It is quite impressive -- If I must hu

Awaken Inferno by Arachnalizard, literature

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Awaken Inferno

Awaken Inferno How long has it been, Since my restless night reached dawn; When I was still awake, In time to watch the rising sun? A far and distant dream-- I recall the words that flow so well. Much like today-- Would you not say there is more to tell? Oh my; What could this new feeling be? What has awakened inside of me? Just yesterday, I was lost and I felt so cold. Never could imagine, That today I would be this bold. Why the... The darkness has slipped away. Something within me wants to play. Now that I Have stumbled upon the crest; I will to wonder, If this is really all for the best. See how the stars, They are

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Tiger's Demise by KunoichiVixen, literature

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Tiger's Demise

♦ TIGER'S DEMISE ♦ Tiger is the very last Free from bars in a jungle once vast Destroyed by the same kind of men who now hunt him Hoping with evil intent to confront him With majestic stealth he follows their trail Camoflaged from them, nose to tail His stripes a treasure to both him and men The enemy to Tiger but also his friend One false move and now he is seen Movement (out of place in future jungle scenes) A gunshot is heard - A snarl ripping out From Tiger's throat - The men start to shout Without hesitation, to Tiger they run These destructive men with their knives and their guns They finish poor Tiger and let

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Mr. Number by Arachnalizard, literature

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Mr. Number

Hey, There used to be this place. You know I liked to Call it home. It seems I've passed it by a million times, And still I never Made it my own. There always was that dream. I could have sworn it was real. It stood for something Beautiful. That dream used to make me feel... Something. Can it be that hard to see? Everything you lost back then Had been given up for free. No reason to be burdened, No, not for the right. You just couldn't be bothered, To put up a fight. Hey, Doesn't it kind of feel... Feel like something's gone askew? Are you still just a number? Did we forget to name you? Now, It seems I'm so out of place, In this wilder

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Jan 14
Australia
Deviant for 19 years

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Current Residence: Sydney, NSW
Favourite genre of music: Industrial
Operating System: Windows XP
Favourite cartoon character: Cosmo

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nine Inch Nails

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

Zelda

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Pen, paper, computer

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Keyboards, poetry, games

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Arachnalizard

Sep 1, 2010

I think I'm alone now (alone now...)

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There doesn't seem to be any one ah-rou...ound...

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Arachnalizard

Mar 6, 2010

Rawr!

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Yep, so I'm sitting here tonight at 2:20 in the morning and unable to sleep--this seems to be the norm for me lately.  I either sleep too much, or not at all; I'm at the not at all phase. I've been a little more creative, though not in a direction that's worthwhile or meaningful.  In this burst of new life, I've created a whole 1 poem (which I'm not even happy with) and a whole lot of Furc alts.     My response to this is to kill all of my alts (not really, but they're decomissioned) and bring back one of my classics to toy with.  So, welcome Ageravarias back to life.  Along with her, I'll link to my poetry just like in the old days.  And w

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Arachnalizard

Apr 15, 2009

checks pulse, respirations, bp Vitals stable

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*waves to people* So, yea, life has been pretty good as of late.  I made it out to sunny Australia, and find it to be bloody fantastic.  Still wake up in the morning, walk down the road, and find that it dawns on me that I'm 10,000 miles away from the United States. I've been here for eight months now.  Taking a course to become an AIN (nursing).  School is going well indeed, me and my 100% average! ^.^ After this, I think I might pursue becoming an EN, and even an RN after a few years. Poetry...poetry, I've heard poetry is dead.  Mine feels like it's on it's last legs, admittedly.  Inspiration comes when I'm in no position to record it.  I