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Determinism by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Determinism

They talked to me today. I wanted to tell them that I wasn't there, that I had climbed out of the window or sunk beneath the floor. Not that it would have made any difference. I honestly believe that they would keep on talking even if I wasn't there. After all, how relevant am I? I cannot change the laws of physics, and what I am now is the sum totality of my experiences. I call myself me, but really if someone else had been born when I had, where I had... then they would be me too. They would still talk to them, to this other me, or maybe they would speak to the empty air. In the end, it is all the same. If I did fall through the floor or es

The Words That You Speak by CatharticDistraction, literature

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The Words That You Speak

I am the words that you speak. I blossom in the empty air. I light fireworks behind your eyes. I am plosive and I am sibilant. I am unseen, save for plumes of steam on a cold day. I am sound. I am sound. I am syllables strung in a line. I have no inherent meaning. I am what you agree me to be. I am contract. I am contract. I am addendums and codicils. I am unspoken loopholes. I am spelled out by gestures as much as by expelled air. I am speech. I am speech. I am rhetoric. I am rules and I am form. I am syntax and grammar. I am a made thing. I am a made thing. I am changing. I am in flux. I do not follow the old rules. I am an unmade thing

Jigsaw by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Jigsaw

Once, there was a man with a crooked finger. It had been broken when he was a child, and it hadn't healed properly. He couldn't straighten it fully. It didn't have the same range of motion as the others. Come to think of it, the rest of him looked crooked as well. As though he had been broken years ago, and hadn't been set properly. Oh, there was nothing specific about him that looked crooked. Besides the finger, he looked like an average person. But then, if you got to know him, you could see the great jagged tears in him. He was like fractured glass. Sharp and cold and on the verge of shattering into a thousand thousand pieces. There once

The Manifesto of a Selfish Author by CatharticDistraction, literature

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The Manifesto of a Selfish Author

To whom it may concern, I am not really writing to you. Anything you take from this, be it ideas, emotions or something else entirely is your own response. I do not write in order to instill something in you. No. I write for myself, because I am the important one. These are my ideas, and they flood through my skull and, sometimes, they end up being written. They are my ideas, my thoughts and my emotions. Whether you take the same things away from my words as I put into them means nothing to me. And, just as I am not interested in how my writing may affect you, nor am I interested in your own writing. No. I am interested in the thoughts th

Songs of a Dead Man by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Songs of a Dead Man

How many songs does a dead man know? He knows the song your mother sang as you fell asleep and the song they used to sing on your birthday and the song you sing in the shower and the song you sing to your own children and the songs they sing to you. He knows the song you hear in the wind which makes you want to wander and he knows the song you hear when your house creaks which makes you want to stay. He knows the song your doctors hear when they listen to your heart and the song you'll spin when you tell this story, and the sad song others sing in return. He knows all the songs you've ever sung and all the songs you've ever heard and whe

Robota by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Robota

"Are you a robot?" The boy asked. He'd been thinking about it for a while. He'd been watching her. She didn't ever run, or stroll, or... anything. She just walked, and every stride was the same length, her arms always swinging just so. She spoke in sentences that sounded as though every word had been pulled from some repository deep in her head, and then assembled on her tongue. There was no inflection, no change in tone. They were always flat. Every movement had a goal - there was no needless motion - and she never fidgeted. When there was nothing to be done, she did nothing. She looked at him, and her lips twisted in an approximation of a

Astra by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Astra

"I'm a star!" she declared, with all the solemn seriousness a five year old could muster. He didn't look up. He was eight, and wasn't interested in frivolities. He was far too grown up for that. "No, you're not." He could hear the pout in her voice when she adamantly protested. "Am too!" ~*~ She was riding on a motorcycle. Her blonde hair spread behind her like a curtain, and her face was buried in the jacket of the person driving. He didn't need to see it, though, to know that she would be smiling, enjoying the blur of speed. He also knew that the smile wouldn't touch her eyes. He knew nothing of the driver. He wore a helmet, making him

Beneath the Skin by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Beneath the Skin

"I don't understand you," he said to her softly."I don't... I don't understand why you're like this." "Like what?" She replied, with as negligent a tone as she could muster. Truthfully, she didn't care what he said. She would be exactly the same whether he understood her or not. She was herself, and if that was too complicated for him, then why, he could take himself elsewhere and find some nice simple girl that he could wrap his head around. "Like this," he said, waving a hand in such a way that seemed to encompass both her and the entirety of the world. "You're... different, from how you used to be. Moody. I want to know why, what happene

Caesura by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Caesura

They called her Caesura. It wasn't her name, but then she never said it was. Whenever she was introduced to someone, she always said "You can call me Caesura." It might seem odd that a woman would choose to be identified with a line break, or a pause in a line. Indeed, for those who were unfamiliar with her, it certainly seemed odd. But then, if they spent time around her, they always saw that the name fit her like a glove. Conversations tended to peter out when she was around. Not because of anything she said - she was always perfectly cordial, saying nothing more than was needed at the time. It was as though there was a great lake of sti

Individuality and Identity by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Individuality and Identity

You are individual. There is no one like you, not even your identical twin. The collection of thoughts and feelings that make you yourself are unique to you. In all of history, they have occurred only once, and they will never come around again. And yet, you still conform. You wish you could be just a little different, a bit more like so-and-so - in short, you wish that you could be different from what you are and more like everyone else. Many of you will have, at some point, wished you were someone else, or that you had the latest symbol of status, or the approval of your peers. You wish to trade away your individuality and swap it for an i

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Determinism by CatharticDistraction, literature

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The Words That You Speak by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Jigsaw by CatharticDistraction, literature

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The Manifesto of a Selfish Author by CatharticDistraction, literature

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The Manifesto of a Selfish Author

Songs of a Dead Man by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Songs of a Dead Man

Robota by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Robota

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Astra

Beneath the Skin by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Beneath the Skin

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The Sylvia Plath Effect

The electro-shocks of strange That pulsed through your brain Now pulses through ours: We the mad, we lonely women, Who cannot write with our real names, Nor cry with our own eyes, But must curse our crazed fate in verse, Until an asylum’s hearse carries us Away in the thickening of night. No breath, no light for our words and thoughts, Which lie orphaned in our dresser drawers. Unless. Unless we refuse to dance in an electric trance, And claw our way out of the grave That you dug for us in days of yore.

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Don't become an artist

For you will look at love as abstract art. You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry. You will draw curves out of straight lines You will make sense out of slant rhyme Call empty space, a place to contemplate And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories You will inject beats in your veins And get high on good music You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain and sing of melancholy and pain You will taste ink in your first kiss After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions. You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations You had on your first date. You will see de

Hope Is Glue by KittySib, literature

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Hope Is Glue

I was being consumed by sorrow, and was saved by my blade. The void decreased to a manageable level, and now I don't feel like I need to end everything. Cautiously I reach out beyond my scope of vision. The world is cloaked in shadows, but for the first time in ages I feel hope. Will shattering always end like this? I'm not sure how to think of myself. I mean, the voices are always saying things I don't want to hear. Other people worry and try to change me. Maybe they are right, but I think I am more than they realize. I have been remade yet again. Stronger I hope. Shattered pieces don't always fit, but the glue of hope helps keep it all t

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Layers

There are multiple versions of yourself living soundly inside. A different psyche in altered perceptions, with rules you will abide. Life somehow implies that we’re strangers; even to ourselves. A visitor turned host –– they don’t tend to stay themselves. We must choose adventure, and roam through surging worlds. A journey to the unknown, where imagination unfurls. We don’t know much for sure, why pretend we do? Lying to ourselves to fill the void. Who’s really who? © Rocio Belinda Mendez

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June 2
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Don't thank me for favourites or the like.

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Yayoi Kusama, Tove Jansson, Peter Cross

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Old movies, new movies, anything but crap movies.

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A fair amount of things, but then again, not most things other people watch.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

All things Classical. Saint-Saens, Beethoven, Shostakovich, many more.

Favourite Books

Johnathan Strange & Mr. Norrel. There are others, but that's my favourite.

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Jane Austen. See above.

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A pen, some paper, some music.

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Reading, writing, doodling, listening to classical, walking... Think I covered it all.

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CatharticDistraction

Sep 27, 2014

Saturday Scenes

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Greetings, citizens of deviantART! All stand for the Right Honourable- No. Wait. Forget that. Anyway. It occurs to me that I have watchers. I'm not quite sure why. Except that I've got a Daily Deviation, several Daily Literature Deviations and placed in a few writing competitions... yeah, I'm amazing. In any case, before I get completely overrun by immodesty, I wanted to do something with my watchers. Given that I rarely reply to peoples' comments and only occasionally give my own, I thought that I should do something to prove that I'm not an amazing talented writing robot. Also someone mentioned to me that I should probably try and talk t

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CatharticDistraction

Feb 12, 2014

Literature Commissions

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So, I enjoy writing, and people seem to enjoy my work. To that end, I have decided to take literature commissions. My points scheme is pretty simple. It differs between poetry and prose due to the fact I'm primarily a poet. All prices are low and negotiable. I am doing this to improve, raise points and for recreational purposes, and to stretch myself, so don't be afraid to set me a challenging topic. Note me with the details of your commission. I would like to be paid when I confirm I'm doing your request. If you are not satisfied with the final draft, I will re-write your request for free up to three times or give you a full refund. If I f

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Feb 10, 2015

Manic Monday Musings #2For many of us, Monday's can be a very dreary day that we must make it through to survive. I want to help break up the manic Monday's that drive us insane. Here, I present to you some of my favorites from the last week or so. Enjoy, process, relax and forget about the world racing around your a million miles and hour. It won't take much of your time, but I think we all need a way to unwind and just forget about everything else for just a few minutes.
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Always such wonderful and intriguing poetry, even if you are not one who understands it well, they are still such beautiful reads.

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Fascinating thought and processes go into each piece, making them all true pleasures.

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Short and sweet often does the trick, and these definitely
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May 24, 2012

Thank you for adding 'It's Only Love' [link] to your collection!

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Er I know in your ID you said not to thank you for faves, but I wanted to let you know that I appreciate it!