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Ethan Kelley

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The longer I stay in water, the more dissolved I'll be. If life is an ocean, then society is a puddle. If growth is the solution, then why is the surface so green? Why is the water so bleak? This made me think. If god is a light, And humanity is in the dark, Then is nature Satan? Or am I stuck in some sort of dogmatic irony? The longer I stay in water, the more isotonic I'll be. If life is an ocean, then society is a puddle. If growth is the solution, then why is the surface so green? Why is the water so bleak? Acclimated or saturated, My heart is the victim of an acerbic necrosis. Adulated is love and my chest cavity burns fro

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In each motion I do It seems to be Those shades of you It is supposed That the true color of love is green. Twice many nights shine as singular days dim. For all that is known, is drafty wind. For all that you are, is infinitely a whim. Grotesque is the sun that shines too tall. The deafening sound of blinding flames. And cool is the moon that glows so big. The warm illumination of perpetual bliss. Where love is demanded, so is heart. Why my conductor guides, is where I fall. Euphoric sounds of muffled breath, where we are not forced to live till death. For blue is the color of the sky, No matter what day, No matter wha

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I really hope you choke, when his lips touch yours. Because playing it in my mind, I die every time. Perhaps there isn't rationality, behind all the words I say. But I don't know what to do, confidentially that's where my cards lay. I really hope he hits, Where my embrace missed. Praying isn't my thing, but cross my fingers, I hope he wraps too hard around you. If you really meant, A single word you said. You'd still be sitting, with me at the foot of my bed. If I really was great, you would have all of me. You say you're unique, but you forget, that's what every one before you, said.

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Fiberglass

Look around and you'll find letters, sentences from the past. Try to grasp, emotions once bubbling from them, they'll slip away. The meanings are now just memories, behind museum glass. People move on, people grow up, but words last forever. I think they should, Let them burden me, With a sense of lasting melancholy. Let them soothe me, with the taste of sweet honey nostalgia. See my views pointed out in text, Watch them pop up Lightning fast On a computer screen Never resting, or stopping for a break, Just flying, flying For the next person to rate. Take what I say to heart That without the fiberglass tubes Shin

The Eveley Chronicles Remnants 4 by Rowankell, literature

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The Eveley Chronicles Remnants 4

March 11th, 2014 "Today is my fif birthdey. Im so happy. Im a big boy now. Mom and dad are taeking me to chuckecheese with my frends tomorrow. Jade and mikey will be there. Im going to have fun. There was a crazy man in the forest when we went by mom said. She said he livd there away from his family and his frends. I wanna no how he has eny fun with no mom or dad or eny friends to make him laf." - Excerpt from an assignment in kindergarten.

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The Eveley Chronicles Remnants 3

March 18th, 2020 Remember when I was five? And I had never been surrounded by beach before My old homes always had, but one shore I remember that Sitting in the back seat With a bucket made of plastic And goggles strapped with elastic Pretending my bucket was a hat Dad running up and down our alleyway As I pedaled on my training-wheel bike Sharing failures and feats alike He gave me an earned pat When we moved across the street They fought over nothing My eyes started glistening So I walked away to pet the alley cat The nights she was too drunk To feed me breakfast, lunch, or dinner To talk to me in nothing, but a raw chunk

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The Eveley Chronicles Remnants 2

June 23rd, 2021 6 hour shifts Of long division and learning to spell 9 months a year Sitting content in hell I went alone every day Sometimes with my bike Sometimes not I sat alone every day At the base community center Pretending to be busy Only the occasional drifts of familiar faces and distant friends Comfort me I pedaled alone most days At 6 or 7 o'clock When the sun was beginning to hit Purple dusk I went home today To see your purple face again And even when it didn't happen that way You'd come home after me From the job you hate And fall asleep in some narcoleptic dream Then sob when you wake With every step u

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The Livid Life by Rowankell, literature

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The Livid Life

First a point, on the tip of my pencil, on the top of my mind, an idea to dilate in time It was the year of an approaching new age My closest companion was in love He speaks, I can't think of anybody like her, so powerful She makes me weak I know you don't understand, but just wait my friend You'll taste the wine, like I almost did You'll know her like the sheet of your bed Perhaps I was blind, to the sight in front of me, For I had not felt the skin of serenity For I had only heard the name A word so particular, it stuck in my brain A year passed and as far as the stars stretched My mind wandered too I was weak with regret,

Counting the Days II by Rowankell, literature

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Counting the Days II

II The hallway leading from my bedroom to the living room was jet black. Standing and bracing against the shadows jumping and dashing throughout the corridor. I felt as if I were planted on a jagged outcropping facing the sea. Except that instead of mist and foam licking at me, I was enveloped in only dread. I sent a signal to my legs to move down the hall, but they didn't listen. All that moved was wood and concrete, elongating and taunting me. Stretching my awareness over miles, until the slightest clap of thunder woke me from my dreams. As I opened my eyes, a rush of adrenaline slapped me too. My lungs flustered for oxygen. I

Casi mi Amor by Rowankell, literature

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Casi mi Amor

Casi mi Amor I've split in two for you, my mind is prolonged. I kept some of it in her even though I knew it was wrong. Though, you knew it was wrong too. What that man did to you. Didn't you? I'm so confused, so distraught You wouldn't believe what kind of illness that's ailing me I've caught Still yet, Still on, life moves until it's gone Don't tell me what rights are right for my own I knew, Antes de tú, y tus complejidades llegaron.

Groggy Nights in Norman by Rowankell, literature

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Groggy Nights in Norman

Right now I'm trying to decide Whether or not I can't or won't fall asleep My head is peeling off from the backside And I can't confide in anything but the April breeze I'd hate to paint a sappy scene but my eyes are red and I can still see everything My heart, my morals, are shattering in seams An awful stagnant taste is roaming my mouth It's filling my nostrils Ringing my ears It's tearing down my soul I'm used to it all The aching and wheezing It's not as bad as it appears I still want you here

King Ego the III by Rowankell, literature

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King Ego the III

If foreigners were to peer into my brain The audience would be greeted by a bleak mist and pillars of light standing high They would see a network of scenes The brightest of the warmest memories Those of flirtatious figures and extending lips The dank of the lot, Occupying most of the plain Filled with psychotic wails Covered with rot In the center of my head, where my mind is split would reside blank pages, controversial images On the throne in the bullseye's epicenter Is my ego, the horrible king Ruler of all, he builds these walls Smashing and pounding, bombing bunkers and nuking towns Ego the III, is breaking me down.

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Counting the Days I by Rowankell, literature

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Counting the Days I

I "We mustn't make too much noise. For we may awake our guests." an old film about colonial America droned on. While it was speaking though, I was witnessing. Witnessing the enthralling dance of water pellets drooping on the window sill and colliding against pavement. A liquid symphony that cushioned the harsh loneliness within my room. I looked upwards, towards the clouds and found comfort in the thought of her. "Despite how troubled you and I are, You could be only a few miles away and enjoying the refreshing spring rain too," I mouthed to myself. s I could hear heavy, continuous, and

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After a solid hour of practice, I stepped into the now dark living room and pressed a switch on the remote. The television screen flicked on and lit up the room with an intense glow. A news reporter was running a story about a young boy with an extraordinary talent. The screen cut to a scene with a young boy playing blues improv. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Suddenly the boy was displayed on a stage, a concert just for him, as he finished his piece the crowd rose and clapped and screamed. As whistling began to fill the concert hall I shut off the television and sank to the couch. Nobody wants a late blooming pianist

Leave me alone already by Rowankell, literature

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Leave me alone already

Leave me alone already I'm cold, yet i'm sweating You arrange the situations to seem like I've been wrong You cause me feel to feel so heavy Remember that day when you admitted to me Sweet words about how you feel That you adored me, admired me, look at me I didn't believe you at first But I couldn't help but burst into tears When you said that your boyfriend was near When you told me to disappear and leave you alone "Leave me alone already" You said as you made it steady "Leave me alone already" I chanted towards you You crazed fool Leave me to myself I know what to do Let me down from here Drop me by the pier I'll find

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Creak, snap, pop The melody of an old man's joints Bonded by calcium But bound by no soul A sigh, but a groan Shall no person ever know The cry from within their marrow? Crinkled and cracked His skin, a tone so low Dirty pores and a face bathed in dirt But shining ever so light, in the moonbeam's might That any creature's eyes would hurt An old boy A dying man They should have seen this specimen in his twenties His spouse too, oh how she was lovely He, the old geezer Ever so fond of repeating "Oh, cry me a river." Soon he too Would surrender

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 11, 1994
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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Current Residence: Norman, Oklahoma.
Favourite genre of music: Folk, indie, blues, classical.
Operating System: Ubuntu & Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: Samsung Nexus S 4G

Favourite Movies

Merry Christmas Mr.Lawrence, Milo and Otis, Lo, Heartless.

Favourite TV Shows

Scrubs, King of the Hill, Six Feet Under, Arrested Development.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Ben Folds, Queen, Pink Floyd, Ben Kweller, Thomas Newman, David Sylvian, Peter Gabriel, Daft Punk, Jarred Mees and the Grown Children, Penny Hill, Magnificent Bird, George Winston, Massive Attack, and Choice Product.

Favourite Books

Fahrenheit 451, Witch and Wizard, Tao Te Ching, Tao of Pooh

Favourite Writers

James Patterson, Ray Bradbury, Scout Stanford, Robert Frost, Lao Tzu,

Favourite Games

The Elder Scrolls Series, The Halo Series, Minecraft, Dead Island, Risen.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox360

Tools of the Trade

Kodak z981, charcoal, and notepad

Other Interests

Poetry, graphic design, piano, and photography.

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Rowankell

Feb 11, 2012

100 Themes Progress

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I've decided to steal this idea from ~Furuba-Fan-Kyo (https://www.deviantart.com/furuba-fan-kyo). Basically I'm going to be crossing off the themes as I go along and put a link by the crossed off ones. 1.  Introduction  http://fav.me/d4p3rhh 2.  Love  http://fav.me/d4p7508 3.  Light  http://fav.me/d4pd4rv 4. Dark  http://fav.me/d4peew8 5. Rot 6. Break 7. Heaven 8. Away 9. Cut 10. Breathe 11. Memory 12. Insanity 13. Misfortune 14. Smile 15. Silence 16. Spit 17. Blood 18. Under 19. Gray 20. Fortitude 21. War 22. Mother 23. Distastefull 24. Want 25. Lurking 26. Europe 27. Foreign 28. Sorrow 29. Urban 30. Rain 31. Flower 32. Night 33. Wrath 34. Moon

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Rowankell

Feb 9, 2012

100 Themes Challenge!

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Instead of sitting here all day and doing nothing, but stressing out over pointless things I've decided to take up the 100 themes challenge. After carefully pontificating each variation for the perfect one to choose, I ended up with #2. http://100themeschallenge.deviantart.com/journal/Variation-2-225271833 This seems like a good opportunity to challenge myself and hopefully become a better writer from it. Maybe it'll even be therapeutic. :3

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Rowankell

Feb 8, 2012

What's this? Ethan is doing a journal?!

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Why, yes I am. Partly because I need somewhere to vent, partly just because it's been way too long. I should probably fill you in on my life recently. I don't live in Hawaii anymore. I think I moved around three years ago to live in Italy. Of course, now I don't live in Italy. I stayed there for 7 months until my parents split up. Now I'm smack in the middle of Oklahoma all the way on the mainland. Things are certainly stranger here, so many cultural references and history lessons I never got on the islands. I've had a handful of romances since I moved to Oklahoma. One of them fairly recent, was the most heart-wrenching thing I've ever gone