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The Longing by jimmymakesart, literature

Literature

The Longing

I long to be something much more than I am. I am much more than a boy, much less than a man. I am perfectly imperfect and purely impure. I know my life has purpose, but I want to be sure. I long to be so much more than I am. Yet I still want every one to know who I am. Raw, real and unrealistic. Mysterious, simple and frustratingly complex. I exist existentially. Other times I exist merely for the sake of existence. Nevertheless here for a purpose, a passion, a plan. Oh how I long to be more than I am. Today the world seemed so vast. Yesterday it felt so small. Ever wondering what tomorrow holds, if anything at all. Tomorrow is no

untitled by jimmymakesart, literature

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i miss you friend, come back to me? oaths sworn to be brothers now forgotten as time and distance have both grown so much. did the friendship wither and die or was it never there in the first place? should I blame you or blame myself? The phone works both ways. fake! liar! judgmental, closed minded fool! stop pointing at what i am doing and take a look at yourself for once. oh wait, maybe i should do the same.. fight me with your words a battle ground where you know you can win. i've never done so well with works spoken on the spot. words you speak so confidently behind my back, yet never to the face. i'll sit back and laugh as words poin

liquid motions by jimmymakesart, literature

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liquid motions

soft, lightly bronzed skin becoking to touch calling to come together let us meet, let the sparks fly enchanting dark eyes captured once at a glance "come hither" stares enticing connections break the hold or linger? elegant ebony hair falling effortlessly into place hanging in the eyes just right, tossing in seduction you've done this before haven't you? plump, crimson lips a smile only second to one pouted into a perfect snare begging to come have a taste come, drink from me let us get get drunk with lust and excite the mind with passions come, for these eyes are fixed on you oh how elegant the kiss! but alas, a kiss of

shatter hearts like glass by jimmymakesart, literature

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shatter hearts like glass

live and let die break hearts like window panes shattered glass from the rocks we threw living never felt more like dying and death never sounded so sweet sleep little child close those heavy eyelids rest for the weary, hope for the hopeless strength for the weak, riches for the poor this I find in You found treasure in a field burrying it and walking away this is the point at which it all went wrong foolishly treating syptoms of a disease incurable never once attacking the problem at it's root living in misery all these things that feel good, crush my spirit acts done in secret eating away nobody else knowing doesn't make i

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sweet wayward child by jimmymakesart, literature

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sweet wayward child

O, sweet wayward child. Lost sheep wandering out in the dark forest, so far from the comfort of the green pasture. How scared you must me. O, the way you blindly wander off. How enticing the the unexplored forest must have seemed. Now night has fallen on the land and you wander cold and alone. You find no nourishment in the forest and there is hunger in your belly. Alas, the wandering wolf has come along and injured you. O, the pain you must feel. Little lost sheep, I see your pain and hear your cries. So sad that you still stray deeper into the forest. Have you not seen there is no comfort out there for you? O, sweet wayward child I will co

chasing my own tail by jimmymakesart, literature

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chasing my own tail

I asked to see God move, but I ran in another direction. Like drinking sand instead of water, I tried to satisfy my desires - Only to choke and becore more thristy. I asked God to build me up, but I pulled out the nails. I pleaded for answers, but I asked all the wrong questions. This cup, I want taken from me, but keep sneaking sips from it. I tempted fate without thought, touched fire thinking it wouldn't burn With open arms I welcomed disaster, but never expected it. Now watch me blame everyone else for this mess. Comfort waited quietly for me outside my door. But I locked it, snuck out a window and met up with the unkown. Afrai

The Missing Piece by jimmymakesart, literature

Literature

The Missing Piece

As I planted myself into my lazy chair Thought about how I'd like to do my hair and I Wondered what I would have to eat and drink Then gave thought to just what clothes to wear I wasted time pondering useless things Never once realizing it was all in vain Til I made it through my day with all my plans And at the end I was as empty as I began Then I cried How quickly I forget that my life is nothing In comparison to the grand scheme of eternity Filling an empty hole in my chest with anything Everything but the missing piece

genocide by jimmymakesart, literature

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genocide

Genocide, genocide! Is now declared on everything that made me feel so alive. Now hold me close and tell me lies. And I will never side, never side With anyone who won't tell me what I wanna hear. These hands, these damned missguided hands. Are soaked with blood again. Blood runs so crimson red. Blood dripping off of them. Where can I wash these hands? This is suicide, suicide! I drain my life with everything I hold inside. Eating me away is everything I try to hide. Now even I start to believe my own lies. I can't find someone to tell me what I wanna hear.

the widowers redemption by jimmymakesart, literature

Literature

the widowers redemption

she's a woman and I'm still a boy but I'm more of man than you'll ever be tonight I'm digging a six foot hole, but it's not for what you think I'm not checking my baggage at the door I set it on fire, I watched it burn to the ground tonight in this grave, I'll burry the ashes along with my anomocity towards you you can't hurt me anymore if I don't let you my heart will NEVER heal unless I let it my path is clear. destination unkown. but I like the idea of taking the backseat for a change I gotta start looking up, instead of looking back so let this opening be my last insult to you I can't preach and not practice I can't talk wi

shatter hearts like glass by jimmymakesart, literature

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shatter hearts like glass

liquid motions by jimmymakesart, literature

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liquid motions

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Bottled Innocense by ames1029, literature

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Bottled Innocense

Let’s go back to where we were Back to the late night laughter about nothing And the guitars in the basement When we could dance like everyone was watching - Pretend to be something we’re not. The innocence is fleeting Capture the rest of it before it’s too late. A year from now we’ll all be wondering What we could’ve done to save ourselves. We’re one prayer request too late And life has taken us under - We’re suffocating. When I’ve perfected time travel I’ll give you a call, you’ll be my first passenger. Kids again and it’s 3am Holes in the walls instead of our hearts. A

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United States
Deviant for 14 years
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Hi, I'm Jimmy and I make art. Whether is shotty jpegs made in paint on the laptop, words poured from the heart and mind into an empty document, pictures drawn by hand with pens and pencils or paint brushed unto a canvas the concept is simply - I make art. I've always had a creative mind and spirit so that's basically why I'm here and what I do. I create and what's the point of art if it is never seen? I hope you can like what I do, but if not it's okay because the main reason for what I do is for myself.

Current Residence: South Jordan, Utah.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL
Favourite genre of music: metal, hardcore, punk, acoustic, indie
Favourite style of art: anthing a person puts the heart and soul into creating
Operating System: Vista
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: wolverine

Favourite Visual Artist

vincent van gogh

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

too many to list

Favourite Games

pretty much the resident evil series

Favourite Gaming Platform

nintendo

Tools of the Trade

my mind, paper, pens, pencils, paint, canvas, computer

Other Interests

art, music, writing, drawing, painting, guitar, singing, screaming, friends, family, God

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ames1029

Feb 1, 2010

I fail for not knowing you made a new account.

MythGuy

Jul 1, 2009

I remember I commented on a poem of yours, so I decided to crawl your gallery. I'm still working on it, but I definitly need to DevWatch you. You've got talent on a large scale, from the two poems I've read so far.

jimmymakesart

Jul 2, 2009

Hey, thanks a lot I really appreciate it.

A1ucards4nge1

Jun 29, 2009

thanks for the watch