Hiding-The-Truth

Robb - Soon to be World traveler

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Just to.. by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Just to..

I choke every time I see you My thoughts suddenly derail It's quite discomforting Considering I'm not sure about you Every time, a cloud of emotions empties on me I stand their soaked and confused Because If it weren’t for you I'd go on single and happy I haven’t wanted I've been quite content Until I saw you that way Until my heart decided to think on its own I have to admit If I could return my heart to the store I would, even if it's to buy another on clearance At Least then this confusion wouldn't be here But I can't not listen to my heart It would be a double negative And I would lose all my dreams And I'd be

The Kiss by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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The Kiss

It was a stale kiss.Not even the type of weak kiss you get just as you roll over in bed to go to sleep. It was the sign of a dieing relationship. A sad one. The kiss lasted possibly two, maybe three seconds. No passion passed between the lips. No exchange of thoughts, warmth, feeling. It was pathetic. As if it shouldn't have even started. It was almost enough to make one hate after. Almost. Which made it worse. It ached to never happen again. It begged to leave. But it kept on going. For some reason or another. And it still continues.

Spare Change by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Spare Change

That night was not this mans day. None of them were for this content soul(He didn't mind). Poor Sal was quite the fool. The type of fool that people loved when around, and didn't notice when he wasn't. Laughing like a clown, telling stories, listening to stories without interruption. He lent out money to those who asked, talked and was always available for people to talk to when needed. Alot did. He didn't mind. Now no one talks to Poor Sal. They just walk on buy, as if he isn't even their. He doesn't mind. He made some of their days better, even if just a little bit. He fell asleep that night, and didn't wake up. In the cardboard

An americans youth 1-18 by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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An americans youth 1-18

You make me ashamed of what I do have You make me ashamed of what I don't, And whenever I want to do something You bully me, so I won't. You judge me as if it's necessary You make me worry about my shape, You criticize the things I do You make me believe I've made mistakes. You make me ashamed of what I do not know You make me feel naive, You teach me things that scare me to hear You make me doubt my beliefs. You show me things that shock me to see Force me to witness things I don't understand, You tell me what seems wrong is right You try to force me to stand how you stand. You forced me to grow up too fast You tore me out o

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When I Die by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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When I Die

When I die, Will anyone miss me, will my parents cry and weep, and my family mourn, will my friends visit my grave, will any one remember me, probably only for 5 minutes. when I die, I know ill be forgotten, my dad would fake his sorrow, and my mom will not bother even thinking of me, my family will just forget about me, and my friends won't even care, when I die there will be no holy gates, no light to guide me to internal happiness, nor will there be the flames of hell, to engulf my soul, and torture me so, when I die, ill die, And I will be forgotten.

Family Life by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

The past is, Indistruactable by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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The past is, Indistruactable

The past is, Indistruactable, The future is, unreliable, The present is, consequensel, The past, Haunting me, Killing me, Reminding me, Of past deeds done, I'd like to stab myself, 50 times, for every person ive hurt, for ever soul ive crushed, for every heart ive broken, But i can even count that high, im hurting inside, my mind crushing, every hope i have of letting go of my past, im afraid of my past. The past is, Indistruactable, The future is, unreliable, The present is, consequensel, My Future, is undeturmend, the path i walk on, is now i piller, surrounded by emptyness, i want to know my path, be able to lay

Untitled by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Untitled

To have the urge to kill, is not the greatist feeling, But to kill, Is what makes the feeling great, Too see the pain and suffering, Of your enemy, Just makes life, All the more reason to live, To end thier life, Is all you need, To make things, Better for you, So who cares, If there gone, All you need to do is, Rid of the people that make you, Unhappy, With every enemy gone, the better life will get, You'll still have those, who love you, and wont have to worry about those who hate you, once there gone, so, kill while you can, And be happy with life, when your killing spree, Ends.

People by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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People

People, are loads of shit, they lie, cheat, love, fake who they are, and are hyporits, i probaaly am all of those things..., im a hypocrit, i lie, i fake my care for most people, and i am not my self, like the rest, no one shows themselves, we all live lies, tell stories that some say are true, then find out its a lie, your heart crushed, like i did once, people, are idiots, can never find who they really are, and so they act on what the others around them act, i am all these things, and just like the people around me, i know they are too.

Corners by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Corners

Corners and corners, I'm always turning, Never going in a circle, But always ending up, Where I began, I keep looking, For any one, And anything, I turn corners, And run into walls, With mirrors, Hanging from them, There mocking me, I stand up and run, Another corner turned, And at the other end, Of the hall way, I see myself, I smile then run away, My mind race, Have I finally found it? The end to this maze of pain and suffering, I turn the corner, And I am gone, I look out over the staircase, I have before me, To see an even bigger field, Of corners and mazes, I see my self running, All ready at the other end,

Just when by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Just when

Just when you think everything is great, Just when the one you find, Finds you as well, Just when your happy, They leave, There love is fake, the happiness they show to you at times is nothing but lies, They just walk away, Just when the one for you brightens the dark room, Just when they raise you to your feet, They drop you further, and the light is gone, There love is fake, the happiness they show to you at times is nothing but lies, They just walk away, Just when you belive you have found friends, after so many years of pain, Just when you feel happy, There taken away, There love is fake, the happiness they show to you

running by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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running

Rooms upon rooms, your running in an out, but cant find the way out, searching for an answer, but answered with only more qestions, your head raceing, you scream in pain, my dear, my dear, this is only the start, to find yourself, pain must be brought, and death sought, only you can help your self, no one to give you a hand, run, keep running, always youll run, never a door with light underneath it, youll cry, and ill laugh, i am your face now, i have one thing, of advice to give you, stay away from the mirrors, never face them, youll only fin your self in a box, and youll die there, lose your self there, and begin

Mind by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Mind

I lay in this bed watching the chaotic darknesss cover my body i try to close my mind and slip away to my soul where my bloody past mixes with my torminted present and where my unknown and clouded future comes into vision yet as far as i can see it is all just what i expected and what i want to see the darkness blinds me in that spot i lay in this bed and i know nothing more that i already knew and my vision dark and no moon or candellight can brighten up my eyes the chaotic darkness now fills my eyes and my mind

Dark Dreams by Hiding-The-Truth, literature

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Dark Dreams

the darkest of dreams are those we hold close to our heart... in these hollow places we hide our pain... for once in a while a dream expires... under the crushing weight of possibilities... and in the space it leaves a corpse... of half forgotten fancies... our hearts are graveyards for broken dreams... and fate has made us walking tombs... and we bury ourselves alive inside...

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You Were Her by Scipio-the-elder, literature

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You Were Her

who are you this woman of my dreams came just in time or so in now seems as a child i longed for a friend like you someone to play with until late but life had something else in store for me so like trooper i accepted my lonely fate dreamed of you while i laid beside all the rest they never seemed to be just right one by one they all left and i gave up without so much as a fight tired of going through the motions doing it for the tempory pleasure it brought now i needed someone i could feel for so you became the lover that i sought you were now more than my best friend as childish like turned to mature love you were the hope

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Shelburne Falls, Mass
Favourite genre of music: All
Favourite photographer: Chad Champoux. <,< Rawr.
Favourite style of art: Fractal Art
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: I somehow wond up with an Ipod shuffel. I dont really listen to it.
Shell of choice: Blue spiked ones.
Wallpaper of choice: Hmm, personally, I'd have some sort of fractal as my wallpaper but this isn't my computer.
Skin of choice: I'm just ging to assume i've been an idiot sense I joined DA.
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: Those of us with no destination can draw our own maps.

Favourite Visual Artist

Hmm can't pick my favorite atm.

Favourite Movies

Hmm, i've lost my favorite.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Cake

Favourite Writers

Jack. Good old Jack.

Favourite Games

TF2/Portal/Sonic/Guitar hero...I admit it, I love it.

Favourite Gaming Platform

hmm RTS/FPS/all?

Tools of the Trade

pencil and paper to write and write

Other Interests

Music, Paintball, writeing and reading poetry, Music, Gameing, modeling, traveling.

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Hiding-The-Truth

Sep 21, 2009

Hows it gonna be

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Well heyo all!! I decided I should just, pop in you know, over a year later. Waiting on a Fractal to finish rendering, 27 minutes left. You should all say hi and let me know how you all have been =D -Robb