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'Cold Flowers' by Munificent, literature

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'Cold Flowers'

"Cold Flowers" I look ahead so blind To the light at the end. You are carried down stairs With flowers in your hair. To Earth from God, send more flowers to grow behind. And I didn't realize Every day was for you Until you were gone forever. I lacked the cunning and clever But somehow always knew Living without you is a lie. I look ahead with guilt At the mistakes and lost words Hoping you're happier now asleep. My heart is yours forever to keep For long after the cold flowers In your warm dead hair wilt.

'Chaos, USA' - Opening Acts by Munificent, literature

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'Chaos, USA' - Opening Acts

CHAOS, USA CHASE NEVEU Screenplay Summary One day, in a small Midwest suburban town, a top-secret government facility is destroyed. The inhabitants of the city all lived normal lives and worked in normal blue and white-collar jobs. That is, until today. Along with deaths attributed to the quasi-nuclear explosion are the deaths of those plagued by an unknown illness and those murdered by the insane. Some of the people you used to see at the grocery store you now see attacking your neighbors, your friends, your co-workers, and your colleagues. The town is in shambles and no one knows what to do. As dusk slides off the horizon and darkness se

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'Dandelion Bouquet' by Munificent, literature

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'Dandelion Bouquet'

"Dandelion Bouquet" something wrong with the world today when you know(or don't and can't if) you really care anymore about the world today or if even you know or care anymore about fidelity the brash decisions of beautiful life and love(blossoms on like lilacs or dead Rose stems, plucked from soft brown soil) leading up to this moment of uncertainty in the beauty of (Dozen Dead delfiniums) love, you were in love with the world, didn't really care about your brash decisions. The infidel sent a bouquet saying sorry I loved you.

'Always Been Someone' by Munificent, literature

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'Always Been Someone'

"Always Been Someone" there's always been someone like her beautiful and smart all of the other qualities you look for in a girl long brown hair and eyes the shine a bright blue when she cries eyes the look back at you when you stare into them mirror eyes yes, there's always been someone just like her who steals everything you have in the wink of a month, year, decade then you look into her eyes and everything is different the mirror glows bright and she leaves your gaze for adventures and instability that can be found most often with someone else her eyes then then fade into a dull blue-grey and then another wink and she's cr

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'Aoi' by Munificent, literature

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'Aoi'

Tracing your finger up the seam of your pants, you nervously gaze into great blue eyes. Blue that could wash away discarded sands from the hourglasses of times past; blue that could push away tears of the grey sky's face. The sky, whose mind was previously clouded with fear and doubt, now projects a sunny disposition and an eager persistance. His cheeks were cleansed of those sad, salty tears by those handsome blues. Now, as he fiendishly dissolves those abandoned tears with a fiercly hot gaze, a particularly similar gaze is attempting to dissolve her heart; this gaze, however, is not directed to tears long lost, but to a chillingly placid af

'Dreams' by Munificent, literature

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'Dreams'

As the fog slowly rolls across the water and makes its way onto the land, we stroll hand in hand. The cool sand sinks under every footstep, tiny rocks jab at our toes. The lighthouse flickers to life like a dusty light bulb. It blinks like a firefly, its light weaving through the thick fog. The lighthouse will die when morning comes, much like the fireflies we kept in a jar on the shelf and used as a night-light (They never did last very long, did they?). "So beautiful." I think. "This must be a dream." Alas, the night comes slowly to an end, and the dreams fades along side it. It dissolves right in front of my eyes and I know, I know that i

'Welcome to Me' by Munificent, literature

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'Welcome to Me'

Falling. Spread my wings and paint the canvas. A drop of paint barely falls free from the brush, falling slowly until it splashes down. A solitary dot, so full of life and energy, all wasted as it crashes silently, only to later be deemed as art (death can paint a beautiful picture) and sold to the highest bidder. However, art is seldom purchasable. What about the life of all of those silent paint drops? One doesn't ask what happened to them. Paint has no life, feeling, or thoughts. One cries when a dog dies (God, he meant so much to me. Why did you...), but what of the artists' feelings when he kills the paint with his brush strokes? Does

'Echolocation' by Munificent, literature

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'Echolocation'

"Echolocation" Catching a glimpse of the reverberations I trace the outlines of ghosts and shadows Silhouetting the figure in the doorway As my body tenses, I grasp for my soul I trace the outlines of ghosts and shadows Shuddering as screams pierce through the air As my body tenses, I grasp for my soul And my heartbeat brushes against the walls Shuddering as screams pierce through the air I let out a shout to light up the room And my heartbeat brushes against the walls Painting the world in black and white Catching a glimpse of the reverberations I let out a shout to light up the room Painting the furniture and walls Silhouett

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Seppuku by barnabus, literature

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Seppuku

A kitchen. MAN and WOMAN stand centre stage, in front of a counter with drawers. They are arguing as lights fade on. WOMAN. Look. It's not that hard. I kill myself, and then you kill yourself. MAN. I don't like the second part. WOMAN. It's called a double suicide pact for a reason. MAN. Do I have to kill myself? WOMAN. What the hell kind of question is that? Of course you do. MAN. I'm just not feeling it right now, is all. WOMAN. Oh, I'm sorry if I'm not setting the mood for you, crybaby. MAN. That was uncalled for. WOMAN. Well, when you stop being a crybaby I'll stop calling you a crybaby. MAN. I'm not a crybaby.

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Munificent

Feb 1, 2007

Good Bye, 'Friends'!

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Good news everyone! In the next few weeks I shall commit to the arduous task of deleting my entire friend list. I find that it won't be much of a loss to be, seeing as none of you (save for one or two) so much as leave a single comment. Due to the influx of extra-DA contact I received upon my sudden departure--none--I have little reason to believe that any of you desire to be my friends, anyway. So--Farewell, caio, sayonara, auf wiedersehen, au revoir! I know what I want and it's not an empty husk of a relationship.

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Munificent

Jan 30, 2007

Retrospect.

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In retrospect, I haven't much to do. So with a warm 'Hello', I'm here to start anew. It's been quite a while, over almost a year--almost two!-- but I'm back. Let's see how this works out.

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Munificent

Aug 17, 2005

See you, friends.

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I've been here for quite a while now, but I think I've grown out of deviantArt. I had a good run, but to tell the truth, this place is just too big for me. I've met a lot of nice people. In the long run, most of the friends I've made have gone on the become 'popular', and thus broke contact with me, save for a message or two every few months. Regardless, I'm getting little to no feedback on this page, regardless of how many comments I put out. Therefor, it is without little regret to leave the community. I know a great many here are on to bigger and better things, and I wish you all the best. I'll see you around somewhere, but we both will n