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See for Miles.

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227th. how hollow is comparison?
undefined numbers
measure how much gravity wants you
to balance out in death.
collapsing windpipe whistling wheeze
but at least the corpse will be
better looking.

the worst of the best
avoiding Atlanta heat
in skyways looking down on
Xernona Clayton Way.

buzz in, fade away jump shot
spin the rim zero points on the bonus.

antisocial boys group in fours
comfortable in what they know
but not in the skin we all see.

acne scaring, transfixed by geography
the toss up earthquakes frail frames,
who have won; who wins trivial glory?

a battle fought sitting, the means are the ends
and the kisses of histor227th. by *claytonwoolery

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the sun is never gone but a season. fearful breakout worms a-wriggling
maggots pockmark brittle aspen trees—!
when the weave of winter rattling apart does take up broken wind
and wing breaking scant begins before the last damned song

your lips keep leaning on

the thrushes bleeding out

what taxidermy is the night?

what stuffing fills your lungs before you die....?

the cut of coldest glasses of water in the shade of sorrow
fill the brim the divits in the rudded road
beneath the heavy swing of icy telephone poles

I miscommunicated to myself
a correspondent word of detail;
it was your name
as an adjective
describing the kind of days I was having

I the sun is never gone but a season. by *claytonwoolery

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The Gardener My flowers were dying.

I was told he could help
and found him in his greenhouse
with a water-gun,
soaking a row of African Violets.

The old man seemed to be expecting me,
he walked me to a small campfire
that had spent the afternoon
collecting shadows in a forest field
and now cast the darkness back at us
through the sparse trees
like long black ghosts.

We broke warm bread by the firelight,
I could see his teeth
sat in shadows of their own
but his eyes laughed through both cycles of breath,
he squatted by the coals, looked at me:

flowers don't grow because you water them,

The Gardener

by *brassteeth

Hello there, First of all I'd like to compliment your ability to create a mood of somber exploration that mirrors quite effectively (a...

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Maybe I Need You You are my lightning.
No thunderous warning, just swift and silent.
Set me on fire and burn me alive,
Leaving my bones exposed, blackened and burned.
There are bruises in my arm, and my veins are spread like angel wings,
But the only thing I've been shooting is stars since I met you.
You're tracing electricity across my skin,
I can feel you in the tips of my
Toes hair fingers spine.
Love me, I begged, palms wide open.
Just love me.

I'm a coin set on edge,
Sent spinning madly across the table.
But I'm running out of turn,
Juddering, clattering, in my electric chair,
Finally going flat.
Heads or tails?

I swear you can hear my h

Maybe I Need You

by *IndigoSkyes

You have a lot of questions so I'll get straight to answering them: I do like it. There are some very silly things you do, which you s...

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Bayonet Throne A crown of bayonets laurel his head, filled
With misgivings and dreams- puffy little clouds
Drifting him higher, brushing a throne of solitude
A love to lose; a lifetime to love
Pretty muse with blushed cheeks and crimson lips
Wavy mahogany caressing along her chin
Her sad piercing blues and shattered heart
Fragmented by pieces of his bayonet throne
And, he, scarred by her heart
She remains at bay- pawn advances.
Rook takes bishop. She catches his eyes, begging
He shifts, realigning circlet, rubbing chin's whiskers
No, his muse will not balk, silently hovering at hand
Pride raising, his dreams collapse as she saunters off the

Bayonet Throne

by ~ndris970

Hello, This piece is quite the charmer and does very well to further what goals you seem to have underlined. I will answer your questi...

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What is it now? What is it that keeps us going?
What engine keeps the race amongst its prime?
What reason do we have to keep walking?
Love?
That's affable.
Too complex and overridden with holes and variations

No, something more along the lines of strength seems right.

Something that leads to a person being able to do anything.
Something that leads to a person standing after a beating.
Something that stays and holds.

A solid foundation, something to build upon.

Yeah, that seems right.
We don't run on love.
Running on love is like an engine running on diamonds.

It's a retarded waste of a valuable resource.

No, strength determines a persons place

What is it now?

by *deathbysuture

Hello! I just realized you had asked me to look at this and I never followed through... So here it is, my critique of this piece. I'd...

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*claytonwoolery

Clayton
Artist | Student | Varied

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Living life out of focus.

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Favourite photographer: veronica24 | deszcz718 | panicprone
Favourite style of art: innovative
Operating System: My Brain (It's still on windows 95)
MP3 player of choice: iPhone 3G S
Shell of choice: Elephant Shell - Tokyo Police Club
Wallpaper of choice: Who needs wallpaper when they can paint?
Skin of choice: soft
Favourite cartoon character: FLAPJACK!
Personal Quote: Goo, goo, goo, lil swin-fef

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new URL, fall to your knees & hear the angel v

Journal Entry: Wed May 16, 2012, 6:46 PM

thank GOD

no longer will my literature experiences from middle school beleaguer me.

in honor of killing my old URL, a brief history of the username p-a-r-i-a-h

1. The book The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain mentions pariah dogs

2. pariah means outsider -- something every 14 year old thinks he is

3. the url 'pariah' is taken by a name waster on this site >.<

4. i was once solicited by a nice lady from Pakistan who told me that the word 'pariah' closely resembles the Pakistani name for female angels, which is a very literary and beautiful detail

my new URL is nice and simple: my name. I hope that I can brand myself to my art in the way a true artist does and not a teenager who likes hyphens

THANK YOU DEVIANTART

THANK YOU

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Mood: Euphoric
Listening to: Endless Rain - How to Dress Well
Reading: Their Eyes Were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston
Watching: Dr. Drew / kill me
Playing: Zelda and the Ocarina of Time
Eating: brussel sprouts
Drinking: V8 fusion

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*beeinthebottle May 17, 2012 Writer

Welcome to your new home (i.e., name!).

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My muse has returned. I think I'll kill her.

*claytonwoolery May 17, 2012 Student General Artist

thanks! i think it is more representative of me.

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*beeinthebottle May 13, 2012 Writer

Thanks so much for the faves.

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My muse has returned. I think I'll kill her.

*claytonwoolery May 13, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you so much for writing. I feel most egregious for not reading sooner.

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*beeinthebottle May 14, 2012 Writer

You're too kind.

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*claytonwoolery 6 days ago Student General Artist

I'm actually a terribly flaky and uncaring person. must be the communication gap that is the internet

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*Pink-Promise Apr 20, 2012

^{hey wow. i loved your gallery, your poems and words are phenomenal...you have a thing with words~
maybe you could read mine? :thumb297394046:
i'd love some feedback}

*claytonwoolery Apr 22, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you. And, your thumb did not link anywhere. I'd be happy to read your work and if you have a piece in particular you'd like read you can send me a link, okay?

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Sincerity is, quite frankly, the waxiest intonation

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*Pink-Promise Apr 22, 2012

whoops! sorry! it's the first thing on my page. thx

*claytonwoolery Apr 22, 2012 Student General Artist

It seems that you have stopped replying to comments on the piece itself, and I'd say that you have had very many people read the piece for you. I have to say you seem to put together images that you don't do as much as you could with. In the particular piece you suggested I read I felt as if very little was edited or looked at again and I cannot say that I particularly enjoyed it. I wonder from the comments I read if you are getting intelligible or intuitive critiques often, despite how much your work is viewed. If you truly want a criticism of this piece in depth and not just another compliment on your writing, note me and I'll be happy to be as real with you as I can. I hope your day is swell.

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Sincerity is, quite frankly, the waxiest intonation

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