BeatNickBarney

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Your Memory Holds My Pen by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Your Memory Holds My Pen

After years, loves Losses and Heartbreak. I still think of you. Dearest A. Dearest soul Dearest heart Dearest pen. Your memory still Writes the words I call My own. Still captures my Heart And loves me into A crying clamor Of poetic Nonsense. Through these miles My heart grows Restless. My pen heats Like the sun on My back. My heart bleeds Torrents of devotion Downpours of love Washing away this

Just Breathe by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Just Breathe

The rain pads softly On the leaves above My head. The air is cold; My heart is heavy My life flashing Before my Very eyes. Just breathe, Staring out the window. Breathe Edging my car down Neighborhood streets. Cruising across puddles And pools and power and Peace. Recovering through living, Loving through life. Living through you. Just breathe, you know. All will align, all will Work out. The universe has a funny way Of righting itself. So just breathe, Count the shadows and Look into the light. Stand up and walk through,

Falling Moons by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Falling Moons

Broken afternoons Give way to darkness, That give way to forced words And four by four blocks Leading into the Ether. These broken afternoons Leave me tired and forgotten, While I wish to be loved, The loved have wishes. What I have taken for granted Is the only thing keeping me Where I am, when I am. But as this silver moon Falls across the sky, My heart fades. My stomach turns and I am left sitting alone In the dark, wondering What the fuck happened. Whether I really like Who I am, or what I've Become, or what I will Be. But as this fading moon Falls through the sky, I am reminded of my past; What I have been through

Divine Cacophony by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Divine Cacophony

A wondrous collectious Cacophony of love. The feeling once the beat Begins to kick, Lulls me into a wondrous Collection of bobbing Bop Bops Of my head. Stop, Listen to this Beating heart, whose Beats beat through The speakers. O, the song sings soulful through My ears, Brain, Heart. Silence is the soul and yet Music is heaven. Or hell, Depending on the song. And that is beautiful, The fact, That Music can take me through Paradise Or hell. Here the trees are green, The grass is golden, And the sky precious A

Sunlit Insecurities by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Sunlit Insecurities

Insecurities in the sun, Inside and out Caffeinated cacophony of Love and life and hate and words. Mostly my own. Living in my own head Will be the death of me. But how, oh how Can I visit without attachment? Public spaces scare me They open my heart, to wear On my sleeve, to be torn By lovers and strangers Alike. The setting sun shines brightest, Reflecting any and all Lifting smoke from the earth Cleansing the ground and air And mind. Helicopter mountaintops reach Into the very soul of man. Encroaching madness Madness for life; For lo

Death Vally 001 by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Death Vally 001

The desert sun blared onto the desolate landscape. Swanny wandered in and out of what he lacked any word to describe. He tripped and staggered through the golden sand, left footprints in what he saw as carpet. Swanny looks to the sun, saw every color in the rainbow, and it left him reeling. His mouth was dry, he had been breathing through his mouth for the past few hours. He mumbled to himself, as the colors danced in front of his eyes. He needed water. Only now was Swanny sure of the importance of that liquid. “This is one hell of a trip,” Swanny mumbled to himself. “I need to go to that reservation more o

LipCut Daydreams by BeatNickBarney, literature

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LipCut Daydreams

Lipcut daydreams Bleed through the page, Pockmark my hands as it Drips, Drips, Drips. Oozing from every pore My love for you is Drip Drip Dripping Thru the cloth and paper Drip Drip Dripping Across page After page Leaving me, Lost for words. Loving me Speechless. The blood escaping my Lipcut daydreams Thick and thin Thru pockets and posies and roses And rain. Drip Drip Dripping Down the sidewalk I Wander. And this lipcut daydream Has left me Starkraving in love. Because the blood from my lip Drip Dri

Gunpowder Candles by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Gunpowder Candles

A candle burns Caked in gunpowder Flashes in the night Illuminate what I thought To be good and well, This red and orange Flame in my eyes hasn't Left me. I pray it never does. One more year under the Belt I can't take my eyes off, Leaving me blinded behind A shroud of smoke. The Lights in the hall are brighter Than I once thought. A reflection Of my feet float across Tile. The bass and violin Float through my ears. Illuminating this candle caked In gunpowder burning Twice as bright but four Times as long. Twice I've fallen, But four times I've Risen from the ashes. Once I was a rocket, Flying head first into The st

The Dawn Surrounds Me by BeatNickBarney, literature

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The Dawn Surrounds Me

The dawn surrounds me A cloud of smoke on my breath, Warmth I so desperately need. The cold wet ground is my saviour While the fire inside me Is all embered. These bird calls in the morning A wakeup from my slumber Not a slumber of rest, But a slumber of change. My neck is sore, My body aches and paines And snores and breathes. A breath on the wind I so Desired; A breath of change I so Need. I close my eyes to this slumbering Wasteland and open New eyes to the rising sun. This dawn the spawn of a New year; rises in me, While I awake from this dream. The birds sing the song of change, My heart sings the song of change,

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Your Memory Holds My Pen by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Your Memory Holds My Pen

Just Breathe by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Just Breathe

Falling Moons by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Falling Moons

Divine Cacophony by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Divine Cacophony

Sunlit Insecurities by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Sunlit Insecurities

Death Vally 001 by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Death Vally 001

LipCut Daydreams by BeatNickBarney, literature

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LipCut Daydreams

Gunpowder Candles by BeatNickBarney, literature

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Gunpowder Candles

The Dawn Surrounds Me by BeatNickBarney, literature

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The Dawn Surrounds Me

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Cracked by StarlightComet, literature

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Cracked

Selfish, you whisper, the word hissing from the crevices of your slightly yellowed teeth. I don’t understand. So selfish. I think you’re repeating because you have nothing else to say. Please explain. The most selfish I have ever met. You’re wrong. For I am not the one that owns the mirror. Always thinking of yourself. I disagree. I think about you, too. Had everyone fooled. Nobody sees me; only you. Why are you yelling at me? Do you realize what you’ve done? I realize you’re angry at me. And I’ve no idea why. They saw you! Hands rise to twist desperately with tangled hair. They all saw you! N

Run Away With Me by DrunkAnt, literature

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Run Away With Me

Run Away With Me To the mountains far and the oceans wide. Take my hand. Down winding paths, a road; unpaved. It doesn’t have to mean much… With an engine roaring in our ears, summer’s breeze blowing our hair. Look at me. Smile. Leaving the past so far behind I forgot to ask directions— Your hand meets mine as I shift First gear; gets us running Second gear; gets us going Third gear; don’t think now Fourth gear; down the on-ramp fifth; look at me. smile. What do I look like now an adventure? am I fun? Close your eyes if only for a moment Listen.

there's always a fine line by Entitaria, literature

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there's always a fine line

-you'd like this poem to be about you or the little fragment of your lifetime that you just can't seem to remember (and I won't deny you that, but this is my exception) or maybe you're here for your perfect story to carve its way into your heart (the characters are always so perfect of course you'd fall in love with them instead of your bland reality) don't lose yourself now your fingers are still clutching the soil beneath your fingernails just like the leaves that have become your blanket (and this isn't a story you've made up yourself) somewhere in between reality and fantasy you think how you're j

Just Sometimes. by MaryItIs, literature

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Just Sometimes.

Its either black or it has to be white, There exists no color Dad told me when I was nine He told me with almost misty eyes: 'I don't know how to feel about 19 September 1995' 'Well, considering the fact that its my b'day, I think you should talk about it at least a little more radiantly than that!' 'Son, the day you were born, it was a lead sky, that was the day your mother expired.' And for the first time in my entire life; I think I saw tears roll out 'his eyes. Furthermore that was the day I realized Just sometimes, eyes bleed and wounds cry Sometimes you find yourself dead though you respire.

feral by shuckerpea, literature

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feral

I've eaten red like an Animal Who's heart is exposed through the veins which I breathe An oxygen so ripe you can only purchase in dreams. A thick taste of iron dripping down as you teethe, I've become the Thing you thought you wanted of me. Pure, rip me to down to my core; Pick my bones out your teeth and tear me apart. There are no stars in your sky And no love in your sighs, You're nothing but scars and silent goodbyes. You're scared. I can smell it. Like the blood in your hair you hoped No one would notice. Nails blackened with a false sense of purpose, Of love, of memories, of a past me unspoken. Are our lives, like our minds, destined

About that Unpopular girl by OneKnightsStand, literature

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About that Unpopular girl

Taciturn She becomes the omniscient narrator for the classroom from the desk in the back of the class [and next to the window] Her long black hair is combed Her neatness being revealing how self-conscious she really is She carries no scent not of filth or of offensive odor not of dove bodywash or perfume not even of the mark of eve When I capture your fleeting glance I see the life in your eyes the millions of explosions behind your irises that tell me You are alive. A tiny glimpse past the corporal--past the dark circles of stress--past all things average about you but you look away... you say "g-g-gomenasai" Gomenasai for

There Will Be No Doubt by BDancinJones, literature

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There Will Be No Doubt

I Will. Tomorrow is going to be the day. I am going to wake up at six, as always, dragging myself down the stairs and I will pour myself a bowl of cereal with milk and eat it a little too quickly to be healthy. It will have the same plain taste it always has, and the taste shall be chased away afterwards by the mint of my toothpaste while I brush my teeth. My breakfast shall have only just settled in my stomach by the time I head out the door, books in a bag on my back, ready to hop on a bus and head across town to get to the worn out converted warehouse that is my school. I will walk through the doors and stroll right to the

a morte. by crooked-clockwork, literature

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Artist // Student // Literature

Nov 10
United States
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I love to read,
Write,
And to listen/make music.
I'm a poet at heart, student by trade, and musician in the brain.
I'm inspired mostly by the Beat generation. It's where I get my name.
I would like to say that I'm a nice person. But I'm not one to judge.
To be completely honest, I want to love everyone.
I'd rather have good vibes all the time.
But I know that'll probably not happen, but it's fun to dream.
But I'll be there for anyone that want's someone to listen.

Favourite Visual Artist

Most people, unless they are up their own ass. Then it's hard to see their work.

Favourite Movies

Trainspotting, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and O Brother, Where Art Thou

Favourite TV Shows

Tv movies

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Dub FX, Datsik, Excision, Knife Party, Colin Meloy and Alex Turner

Favourite Books

The Plague -- Albert Camus, Picture of Dorian Gray -- Oscar Wilde, and the Dark Tower series by Stephen King

Favourite Writers

Stephen King, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Albert Camus

Favourite Games

Fallout 3

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

Pen, that shutter button, mouse, keyboard.

Other Interests

Reading, writing, photography, guitar, music

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BeatNickBarney

Feb 28, 2014

Love wrapped in enigma, loving me speechless

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My thoughts only come out in bursts.  The words in my head are tripping over the thought.  This enigmatic love spanning across time and space and reality.  I'm left in a dark room, wondering where oh where you've gone.   C'est la vie, right? Yeah, sure. I'm floating across a veranda of soundless words.  A clamor of silence.   Thoughts spilling on words and ink spilling like rain.   Second guessing myself now. I must let the madman out. (Hasn't that gotten you into too much trouble) Ah, not with a pen, it hasn't.  Not with a pen. I can't say I'm sorry because you wouldn't believe me, not now, not ever. So, sorry. I know now I won't

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BeatNickBarney

Feb 24, 2014

Ah, night.

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At night, things are different.  Light fades, emotions rise and rise and rise until the sickly embrace of sleep sweeps them away.  The light seems to play on your eyes, the shadows slide across the walls.  These feelings of loneliness craving and pain resurface again and again.  I feel pain because I crave and I crave because I love.  Living without my ocean, without my wind and current and my cannonball sinking this godforsaken ship.   "Get a drink, have a good time now.  Welcome to paradise!"  Alas, this night is not well.  This is no paradise.  It's sickness is craving, its life is the substance I swore never to touch again. And yet, I d

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BeatNickBarney

Dec 4, 2013

Fuck it, I'm back.

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Well well, it seems I frequent this site more and more nowadays.  It gives me inspiration, honestly.  I would love to have that old spark back.  And yeah, that means sifting through hundreds of amateur poetry.  But, that's what I loved about this site.  Aspiring writers, doing what they do because they love doing it.  Now that's beautiful, I must say. So, I'll be frequenting between my blog (http://blackcabconfessions.blogspot.com/) and here, mostly re-posting one poem or story from the other, and so forth.  Glad to be back.

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Thanks for the fav.

It was well deserved!

OneKnightsStand

Dec 5, 2013

Thanks for the fave and nice comeback.

Thank you!

Sorry that you're leaving

. I hope you come back someday, or at least continue writing. I'll miss you

BeatNickBarney

Feb 16, 2013

I never wanted to stop writing. But Deviantart has changed so much that I don't recognize it anymore.
You should hit up my blog, [link] I'll try to write something everyday. No promises though xD

NostalgicWasteland

Feb 27, 2013

Got you bookmarked

. And I understand. I feel kind of like that too.