Ivorytones

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Barrens by Ivorytones, literature

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Barrens

shaken earth, the trembling ground. or is it my legs gone weak from the sound of the dying. the loss that I feel, when I see the world crumble and kneel. the songs and the lyrics warp together we all sing the words, scream them loudly, we abandon true creativity and do it proudly.echos of greatness is all that there is, so i've left the dry world, and gone to the abyss, to find myself roaming down once darkened hallways, to find myself lost in twice darkened corridors, trapped in a darkness, but i won't go away, because nothing remains but barrens anymore.statues with popped collars stand tall in dust, a music television nation, driven by ...

Broken Tie by Ivorytones, literature

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Broken Tie

I fear I may have ruined you. I let you go, a thought so wrong, that caused you pain undue, and leads this remorseful song. A mistake that lead to pain, a pain that led you away, back to love strong again, but to another, his day.I take the blame upon myself, knowing full well your culpability, but I just can't help myself, I broke your sensibility. A wrong I cannot seem to mend, the begining of your downward trend, and the showing of my fault, forever will be my failing in your endeavor.All he brings is pain, true, but all i bring is the memory of the one pain I caused you. My broken sense of chivalry wishes to tear myself apart, and try ...

Lost and Found by Ivorytones, literature

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Lost and Found

i am lost again in this strange darkness. it surrounds me with feelings of memories of others and dim lights like flickering candles light my skin and warm my inner self. Lost, though i am, in the dark i am not alone, never alone, never. She is near me, nearer still in the dark, closer than our skin allows. Ourselves combined in the soul.i feel her hand on my arm, warm and soft, it knows my shape, my scars, my strength. her eyes, closed, still somehow searches my heart. Within it she finds something i could not find myself she finds the whole inside me. A whole, which she is a part of, just as I am in hers.i am somehow found. i know it, be...

Rafterman Chapter 6 by Ivorytones, literature

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Rafterman Chapter 6

Rafterman Chapter 6: "The Deep"The forests of North Georgia can feel empty and alive at the same time. Without seeing a single animal, the sound of birds, the wind through the pines, the walls of dense undergrowth, and the canopy above can make someone feel very cramped when they're the only person for miles. Almost like the world had a collar and this was the top button or at least it felt that way while you were there? The night didn't help. Darkness has a way of playing on the mind: it makes all things look the opposite of the way they should. Distant object seem closer than they are, close objects seem out of reach and to those who spe...

all together by Ivorytones, literature

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all together

What is life, if not an experience to be shared? The search for purpose, the search for meaning, the search for total happiness: These are mere illusions we create for ourselves, trying to fill the void in our lives which should be filled with something more meaningful than ourselves or our own wishes. There are holes in you, just as there are holes in me. Together, we come together, and the peices fit, like thousands of simple peices of yarn being woven together by unseen hands. We become an intricate tapestry that has it's own meaning, it's own purpose, it's own happiness. We are whole alone, yet only together, are we even remotely compl...

Filled Up Trashcans by Ivorytones, literature

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Filled Up Trashcans

A sweet dream of a child's laughter, of flowered fields and a happy after. Here in the dark, so close I can't miss the mark, what kind of life has such a spark?Her childish ways seem so deceiving. Without deep questions she finds meaning. Yet there are, in her tears, still some childish fears, or maybe she's lost something truely dear.Trashcans, filled up trashcans, filled with all of the things that made her feel at home Trashcans, filling transhcans, filled with all the things that brings her spirits home, her spirits home.I used to think of her as shallow, but now i know, she's on the narrow. She's just like me, lost as can be, missing ...

Waking Nightmare by Ivorytones, literature

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Waking Nightmare

My room is dark and alone. I sit in it, but my mind is elsewhere. It has no stationed throne, instead it wanders everywhere. It sees things that may have been and things may may be now, but they are only visions in this world I sit in now. I daydream before I sleep, an akward begining to my night, for my waking dreams are deep, and they often seem more right.For my dreams at sleep are fantasy, and crazy notions of my mind, but my dreams, while waking, are reality and much, much more less kind. Cruel twists of fate wrap round with care, as my mind plays tricks unfair, for my waking dreams are nightmares, and they use a tempting snare. Possi...

Absolution by Ivorytones, literature

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Absolution

I woke up again this morning, this was much to my surprise. My life from me was draining, long before the sun did rise. Still, here I do empty lay, trying to figure out my mind, struggling to figure out why I woke up for, caught in a bind.A purpose, lost, or never had, is my sad, and upheld part. I question even the sad rythms of my beating heart. I wonder, constantly, if I'm too quick or, by bad chance, to late, I wonder when I will fall too sick or death will come and my soul take.A dark possibility, to be sure, but it is one none the less. We must see life has no cure, or else life is mere excess. Perhaps that is the cause. Yes! That is...

Rafterman Part 5 by Ivorytones, literature

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Rafterman Part 5

"Chasing Shadows"Derek Felbook pulled out his cellphone, almost praying if it didn't seem so pointless now. No service. "Dammit." He turned to look at Alice and Jasmine, still holding onto each other. He then looked at David, who was looking back at him, "We need a plan." David nodded, "Damn straight." Derek looked at the floor, trying not to look at the body of the young man swinging slowly next to him, "We need something to fight with." Derek looked over at Jasmine and Alice, "Take Jasmine with you, Alice is in no condition to be out wandering. I'll take her back to G1 and lock the door. Take two flashlights and go back to the office, th...

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puppet by Ivorytones, literature

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puppet

sometimes i wish i had never gone down this path i wish that life had never made me face this wrath. this anger that fills me up, makes me cold makes me wish for days when i'm grown and old so that way i won't have to face the nightmares and horrors of the truth, it's homes and lairs. Strange that i fear death less than i fear what you hold inside your mind, the thoughts that were once, to me, gold. the kind, loving words that once could have turned back my heart still do, but they are the ones in which i want no part. set me free, let me go, end this terrible test of where and on what my heart should finally rest.

Rant on pure competition by Ivorytones, literature

sparks by Ivorytones, literature

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sparks

i always enjoyed the feeling of cold air. especially that first breath you take, the one that forces your soft hair to stand on end, and make a tiny shake. that same feeling comes when we try something new or something bold or something that might hurt and make us cry but we still have no idea what the future can hold. it's the cold, the unknown and dark, those things that touch the spot under our skin. the place where sparks of life come and go as thought. the snow under our feet, the dry air, all those things that become romantic, but we only notice them when we're there, the things that warm our heart in this arctic. i feed those flames...

Don't Speak by Ivorytones, literature

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Don't Speak

dark chordes are all that fill my ears, using them to flush out all my fears. walking down these hallways looking at empty faces each person caught up in their own "important" cases. sometimes i listen to them and all their problems. soak them up i do that's my sacrifice for them.and now i feel closer to you. because i know nothing of you, because we've never a word spoken. don't speak, our silence is our token.saying nothing you seem to say too much. your clothes, your slouch, the way that you clutch your fists near me. saying nothing, or is it everything? but right now i'm too content to even start caring. let us leave it here, no words,...

On Lifetyles Based Off Music by Ivorytones, literature

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On Lifetyles Based Off Music

Can a man philosophize while listening to popular music? I was always under the assumption that the greatest powets and writers listened to something out of the "ordinary": jazz, classical, digeredoos. I, unlike these great people, cannot discuss the merits and downfalls of such music because, simply, it's already been done. That leaves only the modern forms of music which have often been characterized as being rather shallow. While this is often true, the efffects of this music can be rather interesting. I think that the true value of popular music lies within the people who hear it. Let's start with a look at the genre "country". Wh...

Given Paths by Ivorytones, literature

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Given Paths

so easily we fall apart so willingly we give our heart our blind and unforgiving games of shifting off and changing blames.how crudely we do deliver back our gifts to their giver and turn away wishing to be without debt, to not be truewhy do we turn from our lot and try to write, then, a new plot which we then think is better than if we followed to the letter.then how sad we become when all the things we've bgun turn out to be imperfect. is that from our divergence?our paths our set, make note. and doomed are those who dote on how best to live their lives, For truth they fail to recognize.our lives are planned but not straight. Therefore i...

pastime of tears by Ivorytones, literature

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pastime of tears

i heard of her today. i heard about the way he treats her, about what he says behind her back. and i don't know if i should be glad or taken aback. i don't know, she might go right back to him. she's done it before. there's nothing i can do then. the only thing i can honestly do is wipe away her tears that seems to never really go away. nothing i can do, or say.it seems to me that she, like many of her peers, has chosen to make a pastime of her tears. she changed her life so that she's always at the end of the bat taking the hit, and taking the pain forcing herself to cry tear like rain. and for what? does it make her feel happy to return ...

i love what i hate by Ivorytones, literature

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i love what i hate

what a joy it is to be 18. espeically to have voted in the election year... for the loser... in a state in which nearly everyone doesn't agree with you, and all on a campus where the person you voted for only got a meager 15% of the votes in a poll. yes, what a joy. why a joy? shouldn't i be miserable that my ideals, morals, and concepts lost? who knows, but i actually enjoy being here. now why would a liberal, pinko-commie, saddam loving, french person like me enjoy being in a place filled with wonderful conservatives and evangelical christians? simple, to be different. for one, i, little old same as everyone else "i", stand out. i'm...

Generation 'S': The Slackers by Ivorytones, literature

Thorn by Ivorytones, literature

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Thorn

She was sharp, I never forgot the stings of pain she caused When she pricked, prodded, poked, even protected Me, sometimes.Her words, Caused even the bravest of men and others, Even the boldest, most powerful orators, To cringe.a blessing and a curse she was to me, as she was to all she met. i’d speak with others who knew her to see if they’d get the same from her.sometimes my memories of her are fondest when she was attacking, when she was at her best, when she was in total lacking of compassion.my pains do run deep, but for some reason I hate them not and sometimes i take comfort in the hurt I feel. The humiliation unwinds like a bandage...

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OH NOES by Ivorytones, visual art

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Ivorytones

About Ivorytones

United States
Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: some shithole in middle georgia
Favourite genre of music: anything but country
Favourite photographer: don't know any really...
Favourite style of art: anime and 3-d
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: winamp baby
Shell of choice: ...conch?
Wallpaper of choice: Currently looking for one
Skin of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede; The Humanoid Typhoon
Personal Quote: "KAFIVE!?"

Favourite Visual Artist

escher

Favourite Movies

Fight Club

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Outkast, The Roots, David Banner, MSI, System of a Down, Gorillaz, Black Eyed Peas, F.I.F.

Favourite Writers

frost and yeats

Favourite Games

Chrono Trigger, Final Fantasy 6, Halo

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, but XBOX is growing on me

Tools of the Trade

keyboard, pencils, pens, paper, and computer

Other Interests

ech, who knows, i dabble

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Ivorytones

Feb 24, 2009

A Long Silence

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Been gone a while. I honestly thought they'd close this page due to nearly a year of complete inactivity. However, since I have returned to find it still functional, I think I may start back, but not in the same fashion as I have been.My life has gone through a few changes, what with my graduation from college and my moving into a Grad School program, I won't say for what and where, but I am busy as hell, so any deviations I create will be severely delayed.I also have officially given up on all visual arts, sad to say. I never had the artistic ability to match my visions to my creations, so I am sticking to words as my brush. I am thinking...

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Ivorytones

Apr 15, 2007

Tru to def' gangsta shit?

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My challenges in the past have gone mostly unanswered, but I present a new one to you all. It's simple, and it shouldn't take you more than 5 minutes.Write an eight line segment of a gangsta rap session, for you. Trust me, you'll be surprised at how much better or equal to some of the crap they play on a radio. It's an ego boost. Here's mine:Poppa T here and I'm ridin clean! Listen to me closely and you'll know what I mean, countdown time, two, one, zero, CLICK IT, If you're telling me to stop, then you're just a bigot. Don't ever tell this white boy that he can't rap, my rhymes are hotter than the popular crap that you all be dancing to, ...