IllColorURED

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Salt preserving words 3.0 by IllColorURED, literature

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Salt preserving words 3.0

Amidst conquest, traveling by sea the taste of salted fish is somber turning drunk men to face in the direction of home in houses children sit beside the door awaiting their return each pray to the Holy Ghost, yearing for more filling hearts not whole but time confides uniquely to those who grow old yet aspire to do more I kept you there at bay with an anchor to keep the distance from growing docked and wading, wavering compare me to others who searched for new land my map was marked to only one spot I avoided purchases of new plots by pointing a double barrel towards this rabbit hole what fiend would set up a program where tomatoes are

Alumni 3.0 by IllColorURED, literature

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Alumni 3.0

wander into the fray drown out the crowd as I draw you closer to my sound lost and found never fought for my return in a institution of knaves and nuns packed with knives and gauze a tower stood, fixated on escaping hearts inside were stow aways carrying precious rings with memories to chime to better things as a rebel to my imperfection I reved and roared with a tucked shirt and collar, somewhat conformed against ruffians who carried sticks but had tongues for swords I never made easy prey teaching my fellow outcast how to outlast a verbal beating and return with praise the class became a discourse for low brow joes and to the perceived co

The Way 3.0 by IllColorURED, literature

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The Way 3.0

I gaze into the sky as my peripheral discovers your eyes search for a response but I have none to give I’ve pondered while looking up praying for it to rain buying time, looking for a way to win at the end of the month I will be in the clear protected by winter’s raze in a home constructed as a domain under my watchful law the groundskeeper and watch dog see me for who I really am I've planted my feelings along the land allowing them to grow rampant corrupting veins and vines alike poorly suited for a suit and tie but still dressed to rehearse accompanied by local florist and funeral service in the way I kill it dig my own gra

Potluck next time round by IllColorURED, literature

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Potluck next time round

Incite a riot in the heart of every sleeping giant text and hit their cell break their minds out of their day to day jail open up the freeway ramps and classroom doors welcome any willing to take the floor my plan, to congregate a meeting filled with many a power house let each one speak and express their own strength on how they think, giving knowledge and a burning spirit to the newly enlisted the young, low, the lone, stray, aloof and the nins who tend to disappear with a poof.. without so much as chuting goodbye this is Ted talks without the balk a lecture without chalk (My part) this is a prep for "The Heart of Battle" that starts from

Interrogation Room by IllColorURED, literature

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Interrogation Room

I hear an outcry of banshees crossing the bridge beside my abode attracted to the heart of a crime committed moments ago its victims unaware their perpetrators live a fingers width away going home to watch the news, plastered with mugs pasted in front of the screen to which their door is kicked in and they face several sheriffs aiming barrels one criminal flips, the other attempts to split like hares the feeling of a halloween fright on a friday night, I suppose Iron out the irony caught by a choice of flair the anchor says the masked used were on sale they step out to air out the neighborly affair a pair of wives consider the event as bad

shoulder to shoulder (Edited) by IllColorURED, literature

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shoulder to shoulder (Edited)

I've served, swerved and have often left in the middle of battle with no word, if I'd return by no affiliation or reason to bleed with a contract's side I'd pick up my backpack, recall my men, and call in an evac my team’s efforts were only to tip the scale and their weight in skills and good company was of no worth, if wasted it discerned me to remove them from death’s chasing grip and it's variant forms but I would never ask them to surrender not even to a comfortable floor I've kept quite the group (and to name a few) I've drank and shared victories with a Viking, an exiled monk, a modern knight, a half blood Saiyan, an

. by IllColorURED, literature

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kept to myself thoughts eventually snuck out and yelled placing me on the map for everyone to yelp write a review, sing to my lu, or bookmark me as a loon but I don't mind being alone as a vagabond I stand by no argonaut or astronaut at the surface my verses serve to disperse my search for purpose often leading to an end to which I must travel once again but really Im just venting venti, heated either I cool down or fall into a rivers stream of mournful morning wakes I have mastered spacing an ability to evade and elude despite good nature, I stand against a decision to develop my penmanship under an anonymous frame not much has been done Im

Just another day by IllColorURED, literature

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Just another day

[The Dream] In a cop car during a chase scene, I was in pursuit of my heart it escaped in a hearse I asked it to pull over but it cursed refusing to return to me [The Daydream] Kept things in order while studying and developing my own disorders, distorted she made out with my minds layout, filling my memories map with post traumatic stimulations of shared pain interrogate me in your own discreet search for the one who loved you the most from your past and at that present moment, within classroom tinted windows fumbled in front of your driveway drop off on a Friday- they told you my feelings were a knock off of a fairy tale fictional hero and

Morning Marauder (w/ epilogue) by IllColorURED, literature

Worth/Wild (Edited) by IllColorURED, literature

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Worth/Wild (Edited)

The less words, the more profound as varied minds fill in the lines To each they're shown a different heart, a different goal a different path, a different stroll --------------------------- Make the most out of your howl With fur and controlled fury, lure your audience to the slaughter! Critiques are astounded by topics, a sundered Like wolves breaking bread (pulling its readers apart) distinguishing between pack and foliage (or sheep) Do not be the impractical hunter self imposed to a short spear dulled by habit and sport The tip of the spear is behind baring teeth, transcribed to pen Keep in mind, when you sit at the table to write it

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Salt preserving words 3.0 by IllColorURED, literature

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Salt preserving words 3.0

Alumni 3.0 by IllColorURED, literature

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Alumni 3.0

The Way 3.0 by IllColorURED, literature

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The Way 3.0

Potluck next time round by IllColorURED, literature

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Potluck next time round

Interrogation Room by IllColorURED, literature

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Interrogation Room

shoulder to shoulder (Edited) by IllColorURED, literature

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shoulder to shoulder (Edited)

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Just another day by IllColorURED, literature

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Just another day

Morning Marauder (w/ epilogue) by IllColorURED, literature

Worth/Wild (Edited) by IllColorURED, literature

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Worth/Wild (Edited)

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Entropy by oliviacolomar, literature

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Entropy

the resistant does clatter its ends against the machinery, it does so clunk and rattle against the current which runs through to the chosen one, the Brother of Entropy, his unwavering foot-heel in the doorway between Insanity, and Stability. He does, however, take some time away from his breathing, amounting to a few moment’s silence. In this cold night, he holds no name or title. Not yet. The world is not ready for his being, and his being remains underdeveloped enough that its energy is just shy of a sunlight’s beam and so he sings to the empty halls, the resistant current, the rusted gears, “Where do the old souls go? Here? There? Or inbetween? Do we matter to matter? Are we warm and foreboding enough to bear resistance to the dark?” The dark dances between candlelight. Brother, father, creator: it means nothing to that

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Jan 5, 1994
United States
Deviant for 9 years
He / Him

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My Bio

I enjoy writing poetry and am inspired whenever I read other peoples work. I used to draw but poetry has become my new creative outlet.

Favourite Movies

The Signal, Edge of Tomorrow, Oblivion, The Fault in Our Stars, Divergent, Moonrise Kingdom, Let the Right One In, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Man from Nowhere, Silver Linings Playbook, etc.

Favourite TV Shows

Diners, Drive-Ins and Dive/ Ed, Edd 'n Eddy/Steven Universe, etc.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Lupe Fiasco, Childish Gambino, CHVRCHES, Michael Christmas, Skizzy Mars, etc.

Favourite Books

Maniac Magee, The Runner, etc.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox One, gamertag: Color you R3D

Other Interests

competitive gaming, reading manga, etc.