ThePariah

Peter Madera

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Reluctant Devil by ThePariah, literature

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Reluctant Devil

I melted the skin, That I know you're in, I took you apart from inside, Your flesh is my flesh, A fine and thin mesh, I waited within your weak hide, I've broken my seal, Behind this big wheel, And now I've got big plans for me, I'm holding on tight, For that one single night, You'll set me completely free, So don't try to fight, Or alter your sight, I'm the new boss 'round here, I won't be gone yet, On that you can bet, Everybody quake in fear.

Untitled by ThePariah, literature

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Untitled

I see them hurting and smiling, crying and laughing. I wave my hand and make a young girl a mother, a child born to replace the loss of another. I create and destroy, all just a ploy, to amuse my infinite life, I cause pain and strife. Sometimes happiness comes from me, but it all sucomes to reality, as I say I love you, I hurt you again. I tell you how much you mean to me, and I break you, and then...you pray to me, worship me, and heed my words to a precise degree, for if you dont, my wrath it comes, and you become, another victim, to the greatest of killers, and the greatest of creators. Call me

Mother Dear by ThePariah, literature

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Mother Dear

Said with a smile, hello how are you. I'm fine, I'm ok, I'm good on this day. She bursts like a bubble right in my face. An explosion of teeth, saliva and Tongue bright green. She eats the table and from her mouth comes the blue green dead sludge. All fours like an animal crawling at me with the fury. Run faster, run bastard. Run! Catching me like a cat with a mouse, I'm dead in my house, I'm gone and done and over. Game over. I'm the blue green dead sludge. I eat the floor. It's my life now. Darkness and I'm done for today, I'm not even a boy whom she named. I was her next mutated hunger satisfaction. Burp.

Another mouth to feed by ThePariah, literature

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Another mouth to feed

walking down the street. It's a normal day, like everyday. It's a normal day. My hand itches. Scratch, scratch. Ow. What's this? What the hell is this?! Another mouth to feed. The palm of my hand is a gaping wound. An open wound. Flesh wound. I've never seen a wound with so many teeth before. I've never seen a mouth so hungry before. But now my arm is itching. And boy it's hurting too. So is my leg and my stomach. My back is killing me. Where is all this blood coming from? What's happening here? Why am I not scared...? I'm too hungry to be scared. I have to feed every mouth I see. It hurts to stay hungry, so I eat. Hello kitty

Sinkholes by ThePariah, literature

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Sinkholes

It was a hot day, every day, a hot day. And before me was some salt. Just some ordinary salt. In an ordinary bar. In an ordinary Texas. Throw some salt on the skin of man and sinkholes. They melted through skin, carterized through. Sinkholes. They never noticed the burnt flesh or the pain that it should have caused. They just walked on, you gag and they walk on. Sinkholes. Then you notice that it's not just you, it's just only you. You have sinkholes. Each grain of sand is a million years, one pound a day, through your skin, melting spot, boiling point, one ton, dangerous little rocks that caused... sinkholes. Pepper me Jack,

Devil Red Suit by ThePariah, literature

Perfect, man, Perfect. by ThePariah, literature

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Perfect, man, Perfect.

Everything was fine. Everything was perfect. And the more you tried to fight it, the more they killed you. But to go with it meant you were changed forever. A pretty girl who had to hurt others when she was near a blade. Imperfect. An old drunk who like to scare kids with stories. Imperfect. That hoodlum who always liked to act tough. Imperfect. That boy who simply knew too much. Imperfect. The little curious girl. Imperfect. And the house they were put in. Perfect. You never could escape. they put you in there to let you die. Because you wouldn't be the same. Because ou wouldn't be perfect. You knew it was wrong. It was vile. It w

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The Drunken Bard's Prattle by ThePariah, literature

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The Drunken Bard's Prattle

So walked a man, whos hand held such terror, his life was known for it's causing of error, he frightened and feared, those who came near, he always held lives in a tremor, And walked this man, with blood in his eyes, his mouth and his ears covered too, It wasn't his own, but others flesh and bone, he strolled with a smile very clever, None thought to stop he, as he walked down the streets, his friendly smile, it gave free pass, he killed and destroyed, til caught by the boys, of blue garment and pistols strapped.

I, the God by ThePariah, literature

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I, the God

If I were the God I would make your hopes and dreams a tanglable thing If I were the God I would make them soft oranges of every man and woman If I were the God I grip your hopes and dreams, soft orange rinds, and crush them all If I were the God It's not because I have a good reason, but I like to see you squirm If I were the God I'd fatten myself with your shattered, sticky insides Lucky bastards, I am a man.

Speed demon by ThePariah, literature

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Speed demon

I could run fast, as fast as the devil on speed. When my knees raised it was cloven heels and it was a sneaker pounding the pavement as I left a trail of cracking red. First the jagged cuts of hell and soon after the fires of all evil bursting in my wake. A wave of crimson and pain, I ran. I could run so fast I ran on walls, I ran on air, on ceilings, and roofs. Nothing stopped me because I was the antithesis to Pause. I was fast forward with nitro boosters. I was so fast I wasn't even known as chaos, I was the past tense. It was all they could grasp. It took all their mini minds to just realize that I was one boy, one kid, one guy who ra

The Listener's Yarn by ThePariah, literature

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The Listener's Yarn

I cut my skin, And out pours blood, I run off tears of sweat, As if it's enough, I try and try, To forget the long past, I work off memories, And this feeling still lasts, I didn't expect this road to be tough, Well travelled before, I knew well enough, But it seems I've forgotten, Every rock and small root, My path is unsteady, No place of sure foot, But I'll keep on walking, Rise from every fall, It's better to keep going, Than to not go at all, This is my story, In lyric and rhyme, For all the stories I've heard, I'm now telling mine.

Perfect, man, Perfect. by ThePariah, literature

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Perfect, man, Perfect.

Devil Red Suit by ThePariah, literature

Sinkholes by ThePariah, literature

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Sinkholes

Another mouth to feed by ThePariah, literature

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Another mouth to feed

Mother Dear by ThePariah, literature

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Mother Dear

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Acid Rain by onefourth, literature

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Acid Rain

Can't find the rythm in my life. Can't find that beat within my soul. Now I am drowning in the stream Of this cruel worlds eternal roll. With every breath I take, I'm sinking. Every move I make, I die. While there's this rain pouring down on me, Reflecting tears that I will cry. There's a hole in my umbrella. Acid rain now comes straight through. Eating peices of my memory. Killing memories of you. Wandering in the forest aimlessly, My thoughts are less than straight. Keeping up with them is hopeless, it's Like each of them can't wait. Never mentioning how great I did, Before I saw you there. Never wanted to remember you. T

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Forgotten Friends by mooseywench, literature

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Forgotten Friends

And here again we sit in silence; The words unspoken but deafeningly clear. The question hung, drawn and quartered Resurrected for your agony, my fear. I'm not able to explain my confusion, This ineffable beast that guards my heart. Teeth crush the sentiment out of its meaning Leaving you bleeding and me torn apart. No matter how many times we conclude The ring, everlasting, circles again To broken hearts and raging passion To empty words, forgotten friends

A view into my world by mooseywench, literature

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A view into my world

Nighttime is creeping, this terror is seeping. And through heavy curtains my sanities peeping. This blindness subdues me, as power eludes me, The eyes I imagine are looking right through me. I whisper a wonder to the spell I am under, This grumbling grows to the rumble of thunder. Surrounded by shivers, I quake and I quiver, My boisterous soul is starting to whither. Nightmares start taunting the horror their flaunting, Ghoulish indulgence in the show their Cavorting. This formidable sight, is engrossing this night. Till the fury of Horus diffuses in light.

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Message to a Boy

Message to a Boy Dear Boy, I'm sending you this message, with a gift included I know you may not want it Maybe you'll say it's a burden I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but I don't have a choice I've sent my heart to you Wrapped up tight in layers of love It'll be shaken, maybe a little rattled But just treat it nice The scars have names printed across them My heart tries not to forget The bruises are new and soon will fade There's no need to worry about those Dear Boy My heart is not fragile; it's not made of china But please, please try not to drop it I have only one, so should you break this one There is no spare Do you

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About ThePariah

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: My house
Favourite genre of music: Life in all it's forms is my favorite music.
Favourite style of art: The one that Jacky or Sophia do
Operating System: WIN XP...don't laugh, I know, I know.
MP3 player of choice: You know, I actually had one of these. I lost it.
Shell of choice: Two turtles glued together.
Wallpaper of choice: Right now it shows a map of Niger and a location marker that says "Please" Funny, no?!
Skin of choice: A nice tough exoskeleton would be nice but I'm not picky.
Favourite cartoon character: Naota from FLCL

Favourite Visual Artist

Kylie Bergam.

Favourite Movies

Any zombie movie regardless of how cheap and stupid.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Kidneythieves. Oh, but they broke up now.

Favourite Writers

Me. Har har.

Favourite Games

The one I play on people everyday

Favourite Gaming Platform

The towering plateu of Leng

Tools of the Trade

Fists of justice, baby

Other Interests

Fighting and gardening

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ThePariah

May 27, 2008

Friends, dearest friends

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It has been six months... no, about seven, close to eight months since I've last written. But do not think that I forgot you, oh friends. You have forgotten, haven't you? I wag my finger sir/madam. I have not left, but rather I played the part of a striking poet. Leaving my work and hiding behind the shrubbery, poised and ready to launch myself into a brief, but thoroughly complete explanation of what I was feeling at the moment to the passers-by who happen to glance at some wall scrawlings they undoubtedly thought were only mere graffiti. No, I haven't really don't that either, I'm afraid. I've just been working and working some more. Li

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ThePariah

Nov 29, 2007

It is 2007, do you know where the end of your worl

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It has been nearly six or seven months since I have visited this place. In six months more than fifty people visited this little bit of waste and found nothing, NOTHING! How could fifty or so people be that interested in me, I ask. How could anyone find me more than a passing fad? I do not know and you're all mad. But I digress, I hope you are doing well. And that thing you were having trouble with earlier? I hope it smooths out. Do you remember that time you and I wasted our lives on video games? Haha I do not think I could forget. Or do you remember those stories you told me? Or the odd feelings we shared? I remember it all. -Pete

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ThePariah

Apr 1, 2007

Dear everyone,

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It seems that no matter how inactive I become, I am constantly getting more visits... so, who's looking? Now, I'm not saying I'm some popular part of the dA website, but even so, I still collect my small share. 692, to be exact. If you were all wondering, that is... So I ask a small favor, everyone, I would like you to tell me if you are one of the six hundred some odd people who's supposedly visited this ghost-site. No pressure, of course... I'm just curious. Leave a comment, if you please. I promise I'll give you something... but that's subject to availability. Sincerely, Pete

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RRHood

Mar 21, 2007

How are you and when will you update, Oniji?

ThePariah

Apr 25, 2007

Oh my, I've taken so long to reply! I may never submit this lovely site to my horrible poetry ever again! But that may chance...

But how are you?

RedRidingHoodie66

Jul 21, 2006

Actually, I do remember you.
How could I forget, Oniji?

Lady-X

Jun 25, 2006

so, apparently, I've forgotten my password to LOM3...I wanted to play it, but the download corrupted and I needed to redownload....so here I am, spending hours (~2) redownloading the game to try to get into playing again. yes, I'm that lame.

you should come play sometime

for old time's sake

is this peter?

whoa, that guy totally splatted on you. i'd kick his ass if i were you

onefourth

Dec 17, 2005

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Haha! Got you with a DA snow ball!

It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2005-2006 !!!!
One rule to this game....
You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you!