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Story By Perception by Soulefoin, literature

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Story By Perception

I reach ahead, what do I touch? Nothing, or about as much. I lick my lips, what do I taste? Blood and tears to my distaste. I open an eye, what do I see? Darkness, laid in front of me. I turn my neck, what do I hear? A torn heart, filled with quiet fear. I inhale deep, what do I smell? The rotten depths of my own hell. I reach ahead, what do I touch? A lover's hand, a mental crutch. I lick my lips, what do I taste? An other's lips upon my face. I open an eye, what do I see? An angel's face in front of me. I turn my neck, what do I hear? A maiden's song, from very near. I inhale deep, what do I smell? A

The Wolf That Had Wings by Soulefoin, literature

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The Wolf That Had Wings

High above in heaven, a great wolf can be found, with feathered wings so wondrous, he's talked about all around. His fur is like rainbow, yet very soft and sleek. A wolf with such beauty; his presence is unique. Though he may sound boastful, this canine is not vain. A wing set of an angel; his virtues most the same. He flies down from the heavens, each and every day, so many lonely children, have one with which to play. Evil conquers many minds, and tries to clip his wings, to sunder them forever to stop the love he brings. He warms those who are cold in heart he helps those who are weak. He even gives them soft, sweet

Leviathan by Soulefoin, literature

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Leviathan

A leviathan of perfect form; with life and greatness she was born. Beneath her armored, cobalt scales her tender heart within now wails. Holy waters one would claim had washed her soul of all to blame. To holy waters now she came, in hopes to never be the same. The half-moon lights her silver eyes, and holds its beams there as she cries. She is repenting for the sins she's done, that have damned the love she had for one. An angel since her day of birth; her heart now lay upon the earth, with sin she never meant to make, that stains her soul and makes it ache. The rich plates that had formed her hide, had turned to silk beneat

Piranhas In The Sky by Soulefoin, literature

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Piranhas In The Sky

In your world where angels fly, there swim piranhas in that sky. New angels born neath'holy shrouds, the devils swim beneath their clouds. At time of rising every noon, new spirits rise on big balloons. They hit the clouds and it’s too late, the watch their hope for bliss deflate. The children wait to grow their wings, to taste, to feel, to be crowned kings! Yet as they line up at the gates, these cursed fish have picked their fates. Your world isn't heaven, it's hell.

Demons In My Mind by Soulefoin, literature

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Demons In My Mind

Twilight whispers to me from the shaded sky, while full moon reigns it’s throne on high. Not a sound occurring, or a creature stirring; yet, the same lines keep recurring. Come on Jacob, come and see! Go and hear her lovely plea. The leaves began to rustle in the wind, and again, to the ground my feet became pinned. The silence returned, and I was released from the ground, but still I braced and looked to hear that nasty sound. Come on Jacob, look and see! Go look behind that blackwood tree. It was a cry, a scream, unlike any other. Deprived, a call, soon followed by another. It will haunt your dreams forever, if yo

Free Words by Soulefoin, literature

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Free Words

Free thoughts melt upon this page, just varied thoughts that come with age. Upon the mind, upon that brink- for fuck, geeze, sake just let me think. “And because of that one wonderful thing, when heaven come I shall take wing.” Oh come on man, where have they gone? Those images as bright as dawn. This is not fair, this is just wrong. No winged muse, nor inner song. No primal chord, just born to die, Yet, how come other spirits fly? Yes, free words stray upon this page, just taunting me, invoking rage. But, how can others live this day, just taking other hearts away? To answer your thought, just read this li

Self-Appointed Advisor by Soulefoin, literature

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Self-Appointed Advisor

Through the world of wind and time there’s a question slick as slime. So slippery, it escapes the mind, to trick me so I stay confined. Within myself I dare not say in this mortal realm in disarray, how we are such slaves to fate, to love, to trust, to yearn and hate. Why is it that he said to me, “Why to me, and him with she?” His shallow mind can never touch, what matters most, what matters much. A blade has edge, an edge to rend. Flesh is cut; the wish for end. No glory held is such a sword, but those who swing end up adored. But that’s the trick, their wish you see, an illusion of reality. Do

Spirit Descent by Soulefoin, literature

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Spirit Descent

Your spirit life delightful, in heaven with your kin, but that was soon so ended, you came crashing down with sin. You struggle somewhat daily as you try to flap your wings, but hate won't let you move them for it tied them with taut strings. The pain just keeps on breeding; your parachute deployed. Slowed, but still descending into the nearing void. No love to give you comfort; your heart drained dry of joy. The ones that loved you then betrayed, they yearn to just destroy. It was your fault that this happened, yet this is not the end. Just prove that you can love me, for I might be your last friend.

Woman's Prayer by Soulefoin, literature

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Woman's Prayer

Hide my fires, veil in night; no man shall take my heart tonight. Wish they may, wish they might; if they wish they choose to fight. Shall I die in shadow’s blight, just to find it’s theirs by right? Well, that would make me feel contrite, to find through God that its alright to let my soul, so pure and white, fall to the hand of a black knight. To see lips moisten with delight, my heart to flame it will ignite. I guess it’s just part of the fright, to fear a soul who’s shunned from light, filled full to the brim with savage spite. I pray the lord with all his might, can keep me from that one man's sight.

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Story By Perception by Soulefoin, literature

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The Birds of the Sky - Poem by Soulefoin, literature

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The Birds of the Sky - Poem

They call for me, like chimes, clinking together softly with the breeze. With a shuffle of feathers, they take their flight. Such melodious birds of the sky. They call for me, Like the tree alive, and full of life, yearning for the sun's glorious gaze. Such melodious birds of the sky. They call for me, like the sunny spot on the grass calls to the lion, so it may take it's rest. Such melodious birds of the sky. And they fly by, those gorgeous birds of the sky. Maybe one day, I may join them, and take part in their angelic cries.

Songs of Mourn - Poem by Soulefoin, literature

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Songs of Mourn - Poem

Songs of mourn my blade must sing, As blade rends flesh with tearing swing. Blade meets blade across the eye, Out in the fields lit only by the darkening sky. A duel of supremacy had left my captor to death, And I delivered the cut which left him choking for his last breath. Songs of mourn my blade must sing, As blade rends flesh with tearing swing. The sun has set across that sky, With it's final beams dancing among the rye, Which was sewn there by the captor of the fields, Where he made me a slave, to capture his yields. Songs of mourn my blade must sing, As blade rends flesh with tearing swing. A dagger was all that I had, T

Fur and Feather - Poem by Soulefoin, literature

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Fur and Feather - Poem

The shaman was still in his place, with his face, hidden by a mask of fur and feather. His body was covered with the roughest of leather, hinting only to the ritual he was still performing since the moon rose from the shore, and would still be performing for three dark nights more. Truth be told, I have never seen such a strange man before, performing a dance which I had felt down to my very core. Such power behind this man who danced for rain, some might question if he was even sane. It is undeniable however, what he was there for, he was there so that his people could live, nothing more. Waves of the tide still crashed upon the

The Devil Stands in Heaven by Soulefoin, literature

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The Devil Stands in Heaven

The devil stands in heaven, your heart is in his hand; bathing in your innocence in your promised holy land. Yet you are stuck at the gates, more deserving than them all, yet because your heart was stolen, your paradise will fall. The raven perched in heaven, your heart is in his beak; his wings so large and wondrous, yet yours so small and weak. His plumage is your innocence, the purity of your soul, he gave you earth-bound sinners wings, that was his only goal. The dragon sleeps in heaven, your heart is in her claws; inhaling every soft, sweet dream through her fatal jaws. Sinking in the softest clouds, she does get to rest, and

Heaven and Hell - Poem by Soulefoin, literature

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Heaven and Hell - Poem

From the shallows of my infant mind. To the hatred of my flaming mind. I was never the perfect man. I lied. I cheated. I stole. But who hadn't? I had no one to repent to but myself, And hope for a better future. That better future never did come. I still lied. I still cheated. I still stole. To the gallows which started death. To the tomb which held my death forever. I awoke at the gates of Heaven. I saw a man, dressed in a white robe, I could tell he held himself as almighty. I approached this man, ready to inquest his nature. We met face to face. Eye to eye. He began to speak. "There is no place for you here in the l

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About Soulefoin

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Aug 19
Canada
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: My igloo in Canada
Favourite genre of music: Don't have any
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
Shell of choice: Koopa
Skin of choice: Human
Favourite cartoon character: Basil Stag Hare
Personal Quote: Talk with me, I have the time.

Favourite Movies

Back To The Future 2

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles

Favourite Games

Super Metroid

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Gaming, Writing, Debate, Logic

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Soulefoin

Apr 18, 2008

Yays

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Hey guys! I just want to say that I am hardly on this account, but I do for check for messages. If you want to contact me, either send me a note or contact me via an instant messenger. Thanks. :P

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Soulefoin

Nov 2, 2007

Silence After Devestation

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I have a day off school tomorrow. That's good, because I'll need the three coming days to recover from what I have just heard. If you don't like serious journals, I advise you to stop reading now, as you're in for a one way trip. As some of you may have know, as of August I have entered my sixth year of training martial arts. I train both Goju Ryu and Matayoshi Kobudo, and I have Shodan (1st degree black belt) rank in each. Martial arts has been the longest voluntary commitment that I have ever followed through with my life. My five years and so of training were very powerful into morphing myself to the person I am today. It is all because o