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Asylum by Drifterkid, literature

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Asylum

Asylum The boy who saw creatures has since gone amiss The lost lady in red has had her last kiss The soldier from Hell has burned in his flames The man sworn to God has taken the blame The woman of love was killed in disgrace The mad doctor died with blood on his face The girl who killed to be free felt the edge of her blade The devil died with the girl that angels had made The only one left, standing in all her glory Is the saffic reporter, with one hell of a story.

Golems by Drifterkid, literature

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Golems

Dr Ellis shifted the heavy metal door with a sweep on his hand; it was just high enough off the operating room floor that it made no noise, leaving the sharp click, click, click of his polished shoes to sound clearly through the air. The entire room stank of disinfectant. Disinfectant that crawled its way up a person’s sinuses and slide behind their eyes and gave the brain something to focus on that wasn’t the faintest scent of dried blood that clung to the white-tiled walls. The doctor blinked away spots of light from his eyes as he walked briskly around the metal slab in the centre of the room. Its occupant was strapped down

Click here by Drifterkid, literature

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Click here

You enter a room. It’s a slightly abrupt feeling, as if you were doing something important or interesting, and then you suddenly found yourself walking into a room. However it tickles the back of your brain that you have no idea what you were doing before you entered the room - if you were doing anything at all. You try and cast your mind back to before the room and realise you can’t. You have no memory of anything directly before this room; not even the time of day, if it was day. You admit to yourself that it’s an odd sensation. There’s an animal in the room, sitting on the floor and looking directly at you. Y

With Love by Drifterkid, literature

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With Love

Some fallen angel stands on high Skeletal wings against blue skies Her shining eyes show love and trust and shapely form brings sins of lust Wrapped in black webs that cover nothing Wrapped in woven webs of lies. Through bandages I see her grief And her black and broken bones beneath But on my chest she seems so frail A porcelain doll – perfect and pale But a hollow core of dark abyss Or is that just my eye’s belief Cupid’s steady razor blades don’t miss And I yearn for a viper’s loving kiss Her stone shoulders turn my blood to ice And I’ll burn my heart to match her price The sun will roar, the moon

The Rainbow Man by Drifterkid, literature

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The Rainbow Man

Have you heard of the Rainbow Man Who sits and twirls his paints? Have you seen the Rainbow Man Who puts a smile on your face? We call this man the Rainbow Man Because of the colours that he bleeds. And there’s a flush on the face of the Rainbow Man When it comes to Gluttony or Greed. The Rainbow Man will never sleep His blue hair is in a frenzy Cause when Rainbow Man hears words of Sloth His eyes go green with Envy The Rainbow Man makes children pale But he does what he must The Rainbow Man has a Vanity chest But his lips are red with Lust The Rainbow Man is sure to die He painted his own path For when the Rainbow Man made clowns

The Man Who Carts The Dead by Drifterkid, literature

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The Man Who Carts The Dead

An old man sits and watches us, all he sees is bones He checks his watch and waits for us to lie beneath his stones. The hands of time stay freely turning And throw the aged into yearning, But the time we hold, white fingers aching Is for us to drop, but for others taking. Much like the tattooed thug who would clash fists and swear and steal, He learned too late that he ate his last and deadly meal. So, here lies a bone-white corpse, positioned on his back, Unknown to him he’s driven by a man fit in finest black. There is no malice in this old man, with his pale and thinning hair, He cares not for those beneath the ground - he merel

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Artist // Student // Literature

Feb 11
United Kingdom
Deviant for 14 years

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I've seen it: It's Coming -- Stay Tuned!

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Vincent Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

Kick-Ass, Repo! the Genetic Opera, Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Bowling For Soup

Favourite Books

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Favourite Writers

Lemony Snicket

Favourite Games

Left 4 Dead

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper, eraser, sarcasm

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Superheores, fencing, guitar playing

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Drifterkid

Apr 6, 2014

SING WITH ME NOW

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Drifterkid

Dec 3, 2013

Riddle me this

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I am naught to man's eye But I grasp his life line I take the will of the world and the world bends to mine I am alone, but all seeing I am trapped, but still free I hold no body or being but have brothers three. What am I?

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Drifterkid

Aug 20, 2013

NINJAS!

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(Update on the 'OMG-GUYS-I'M-GONNA-POST-THIS-TIME' my scanner's not working -_-) Anyway more to the point, I need your help with something. One of my characters is a martial arts based superhero, he spend 20 years isolated on a mountain learning from masters. He undertook 20 almost impossible trials to prove his worth at the end of the years (one each year). Out of those 20 trials, I have 19. This guy can balance, he can vanish from sight, he can levitate, has incredible strength and speed, he's trained in 9 types of weapon and mastered his favourite, he's taken on competitions and challenges and yes he's fought a clone of himself. I just