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Enigma by Rooster5man, literature

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Enigma

In a Perfect World, I'd be on a dark desert highway, Racing Lambos with my soulmate, And I might be snuggled up in bed, On a cold Autumn night, With my soulmate. But did I explain these are two different soulmates? Both of which have left me. And these exist in different worlds, That I have nearly long forgotten. I ask you to show me your Book of Life, Because I want to know the story you have to share. I rarely show mine, But now my soul has been bared to them all, And all I ask in return is to read your Book of Life. Not so you can go ahead and take comfort in reading the story, And never reading more, Because I'm much more than my B

We Move Along by Rooster5man, literature

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We Move Along

I'm starting to tire, My mind runs on a clock, And I never have time to think, Or stop, And time keeps moving, Like a train without brakes, Slow through night, And zipping through day, My heart's felt better, Lest I jinx it, But my mind won't function Like it used to. Every day is a learning experience, And all I want to do is sit back, And watch the stars, And feel the warm air around me, And feel the dry sand on my feet, And feel the cool water against my hands, And feel the fire blazing in my veins and in my heart. I want to show these elements to the world, How I'm really a master of the elements on the inside, A force to be reckoned

Yukon by Rooster5man, literature

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Yukon

In a cave out West, In a frozen ravine, There lies a body, Weathered and aged, He died of cold, And his jacket tattered, Not like any of this really mattered. To pass the time in his slow death, He'd play Solitaire and conserve his breath, He'd die happy and distracted, as anyone should, He'd die thought to be a Hero as seldom could, His tattered cards in his blistered hands, Felt just like fire being made by man, He kept on playing, ignoring his demise, For soon he'd be playing in the endless skies, The Ace of Spades would keep him sharp, The Ace of Hearts would be his tarp, The Ace of Clubs would show him his past, The Ace of Diamonds

Who Watches the Watchmen? by Rooster5man, literature

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Who Watches the Watchmen?

I could stitch together songs to help you understand, Like Let it Be, Carry on, my Wayward Son, Suicide is Painless, And many other songs with beautiful lyrics, But I want to find something that calls out to all of us, While still retaining originality, And that's where my problem lies. No one watches the Watchmen, We watch ourselves and we watch you, We watch, And wait, And live, And die, And no one cares. No one cares to hear the sounds of the puddles splashing upwards after a thunderstorm, No one cares to watch the sun rise after a long walk filled with regret, No one cares to say the simple words of "I Love You" to the one they love un

The Classic Heartbreak by Rooster5man, literature

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The Classic Heartbreak

I've had the thought that the Boulevard of Broken Dreams runs deep, The size of the Vegas strip, running through my mind, Where sits the Home of the Blues, The Heartbreak Hotel on Lonely Street, And the Hotel California farther down the Strip, And all these places bind us together. We can find a dusty wedding chapel, A funeral parlor, And a long shadow casts an eternal dusk across the town. Misery loves company. And the memories dance in the courtyard, And we can never leave the Boulevard. Van Gogh has said The Sadness will last forever, But I've never believed it. The sadness doesn't last forever, The monuments dedicated to the sadness

The Little Things by Rooster5man, literature

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The Little Things

My words like fleeting memories. I talk so much about the words, And where to find them, I stay up late at night thinking over this, Getting little sleep, Feeling empty inside, And I wonder how it got to this. I see all the beauty around me, Fleeting, And soon replaced, Like my memories. How can I make sense of nonsense? That's all it is. Forrest Gump taught me, Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I'm looking for meaning in th

The Words I seek cannot be found by Rooster5man, literature

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The Words I seek cannot be found

Constant Deja Vu, A fear of waking up to the sound of a loud alarm, The constant ticking, Keeping me up until 5 AM, And thus I set off, There will hopefully be peace when I am done, But my work hasn't yet started, Call it irony when the High School bullies you think have changed, Have only worsened, and are suffering the swift fate of justice, Call it irony when their brother died for his country, And you believe them to be guided to follow his moral code, When only they become ensnared in a disgusting act of violence, And my perceptions change, That these noble men who live in the footsteps of their brother, Have only tarnished his image

Untitled Prologue: Magical Mystery Tour by Rooster5man, literature

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Untitled Prologue: Magical Mystery Tour

The incessant ticking of the clock. He drowns himself in it, and remembers. Everything. The thoughts fly by too fast, but he still remembers the dream. His left arm is at a 45 degree angle towards him, palm facing him, and the green strips of ribbon cascade in a spiral around his arm, starting from his wrist halfway down to his elbow. Inside the two border strips are purple diamonds. He can't make sense of why this image pops into his mind. The clock on the wall and his alarm clock tick simulatenously. Incessant. (The Master and his drums.) Everything else drowns out, and it always comes back to the clock. Another hour, another day, an

I'm not the Heartbreaker by Rooster5man, literature

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I'm not the Heartbreaker

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. I'm the Heartbroken. Everytime. Even when I find there's a problem, I try to look past it, And there it goes, Sneaking up past me, Everytime. How am I supposed to come back? If you truly loved, you wouldn't let them go. If you tell them you don't love them, then they're free to go. Why should they stay? And why do I feel guilty? I'm the victim. I was given my notice. And I moved on. Sort of. I don't even know what to call what I'm doing anymore. But I know for a fact I'm not coming back. I have no reason to. Come back and watch it unfold on me a second ti

Things Better Left Unsaid by Rooster5man, literature

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Things Better Left Unsaid

I repeat the things in my head simultaneously, It's usually several things at once, And that's how I got here. I've come down with a case of humanity. It involves headaches, nausea, heart pains and sighs, Rage and memory loss, Being unable to speak. And so I write, Without knowing what to write, And I say, Without knowing what to say, And I think, Without knowing what to think. Anymore, at least. If I ever knew how to do any of these. But these things are better left unsaid, Because the blame's put on me for these things, And not anyone else. I'm given a thousand burdens and can only handle one or two at the most. Life's a great burden

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Enigma by Rooster5man, literature

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Enigma

We Move Along by Rooster5man, literature

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We Move Along

Yukon by Rooster5man, literature

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Yukon

Who Watches the Watchmen? by Rooster5man, literature

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Who Watches the Watchmen?

The Classic Heartbreak by Rooster5man, literature

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The Classic Heartbreak

The Little Things by Rooster5man, literature

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The Little Things

The Words I seek cannot be found by Rooster5man, literature

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The Words I seek cannot be found

Untitled Prologue: Magical Mystery Tour by Rooster5man, literature

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Untitled Prologue: Magical Mystery Tour

I'm not the Heartbreaker by Rooster5man, literature

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I'm not the Heartbreaker

Things Better Left Unsaid by Rooster5man, literature

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Things Better Left Unsaid

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Side by Side by LiterarySerenity, literature

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Side by Side

Two wooden swings tied with ropes hang from the branches of an oak tree that stands upon a grassy knoll beneath skies warmed by an orange glow from the sunset just above the horizon of the ocean far in the distance past a seaside town and grand lighthouse You swing on one seat while I rock on the other and in this way we are here side by side together An old breeze helps to push us back and forth while she tickles the leaves above into a windchime harmony accompanied by a quartet of doves I want… to give you this gift of a simple idea to make you smile for even a moment away from all the storm clouds-- which you can pass along to others For while you read this scene quietly to yourself . . . the two of us will

The last flight by SapphireTheLovely, literature

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The last flight

I was flying high, my sky blue wings free from bruises or abrasions for the first time in many years. A laugh escaped my lips as I turned to face the man beside me. His black wings had a red lightening bolt etched down the center of each. And there, on his left wing, dead center was a tiny blue feather. The correct feather, blood red, sat in the middle of my own deep blue wing. We had swapped that day he stole his wings back with a kiss. There was a rumbling off to my left, forewarning, a bad omen. I swooped away, he followed. We played for a while, and then the storm was upon me. Lightening and thunder crashing everywhere, I reached for him.

About Rooster5man

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Favourite genre of music: Most, if not all
Favourite style of art: I like all of them
Shell of choice: Conch - Lord of the Flies
Personal Quote: "It's what you do here that changes someone forever"

Favourite Movies

Back to the Future

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles

Favourite Books

Watchmen, Green Lantern/Green Arrow, Superman: Red Son, Batman: Year One, the list goes on

Favourite Games

Monopoly

Favourite Gaming Platform

N/A

Tools of the Trade

Pen, Paper, Keyboard

Other Interests

I would say Chess, but Writing's first and foremost

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Rooster5man

Sep 14, 2013

I haven't forgotten

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I haven't forgotten about you guys, just real life as always. Everytime I want to write, I just don't feel the energy to do so. Maybe I'm content "finally," so I don't feel an urge to let out my feelings when I don't really have any...? If that makes any sense. So yeah, hope you've all been doing well. Holidays are just around the corner (or so it seems), so I might be back then. Good night and good luck.

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Rooster5man

Aug 17, 2013

dA Changes

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One question: WHY?! I assume I'll regret asking this later, but...If there's a petition to get the old-but-not-so-old dA back, please put my name on it. This has been a Public Service Announcement.

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Rooster5man

Aug 14, 2013

99 Watchers

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Well, it only took me a couple years to start posting my work here, but 99 Watchers...It really means a lot to me for those of you who Watch me and comment and fave (you know who you are.) I should give a big thank you to you all (even though you all missed my birthday *cough* *cough*) =P And I'm sorry to those of you whose work I haven't commented/faved/seen lately, the weekends are really my only time of leisure now, I only come on to dA for an hour during the week, and I spend my Saturdays with friends, so hopefully you'll understand (that is, if you're even reading this.) Thanks again, Rooster5man.