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Loss by ChronoMCC, literature

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Loss

Pain; the first conceit, promise and consecration. Some would call it love; mayhap, and some would call it sin. And I would call it living, love; watch it begin again. Yes we are slaves to urges, broken toys, in aimless dance, to scattered tunes. Afraid; I fear; our songs are over, silenced by our failings, feeling; we falter without knowing, crying without seeing. Swallowed by the world uncaring, we tumble from embrace, oblivion waiting beyond sleep, found outwith those arms, all-encompassing, everlasting, inevitable in their coming absence

Sometimes by ChronoMCC, literature

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Sometimes

Sometimes I cannot recall, beginnings out of endings. Somethings I cannot avoid, the stumbles right before the fall. And sometimes I cannot start, to understand the pain. Othertimes I simply find, my role, my place, my part. Sometimes I find, I wonder, sometimes I fear, I know. The truth of what we've started, the face you always hide. I wish I may, I wish I might, I sometimes wish I'd never been.

Timeless Dance by ChronoMCC, literature

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Timeless Dance

I tend to ramble, rant, reflect, refrain. This time of night, the dark draws in, the cold comes down, we sing and weep, and how we dance. I wish to wither, whisper, wilt, holding you in twilight, the world falls about us, all silks and subterfuge. Do we drown in the flood? Or rise towards new light? We seem to struggle, slip, succumb. Seduced by what seems, to be about us, all encompassed, all enthralling, we bend knee, reality's court cavorts. We dance. My love, we dance.

Bitter Love by ChronoMCC, literature

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Bitter Love

Paper words unfold, from lips corroded, melted through with kisses, cracked and broken, songs slip past, refract, reflect, reform. Have I lost my voice? My sentences are sand, dry over desert throat. We whisper falsehoods, framed in fickle fantasy. We try to turn the clock, back and forth, our lives... Tick. Tick. Tick. We hear the heartbeat, pounding realisation, worlds on fire with, lust insensate, pure, in its intensity, the emptiness of gales, reminds us of ourselves, hollowed, yearning. Chosen.

Lucky Ones? by ChronoMCC, literature

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Lucky Ones?

And who are we to say it. They're damned and broken, torn apart by lust supernal, rent and bloodied by desire. Who are we to call them fools, of love and death and fantasy? To say that they are doomed? Or are they the lucky ones? Passion burns with serpents, kiss, caress, are we alive? If not to feel why do we live? Why do we fight? Tell me. What is our struggle, where is our war? With ourselves, without. We tumble, desperate, frustrated with a world, so cold and faithless, spurning us to face, so many bitter ends.

A love akin to winter by ChronoMCC, literature

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A love akin to winter

She was the snow I could not feel, Just like song I could not hear. Everywhere and nowhere, Chilled flesh to shaking bone. Memories of warmth, All that hold me back. I remember summers gone, Days and nights bitter-sweet. There was love there, Free of tragedies to come. Tell me a fairytale, Tell me a story. Of princesses and pain, Of kind masters and cruel suns, Let it snow a while, If only for me to be kept warm, again

Fairy Tale Romance by ChronoMCC, literature

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Fairy Tale Romance

There was once a girl, one young lady of tragic circumstance, who wished she never knew the pain. Of life, of love, and all- together apathy, had never touched her life. And there was once a boy, too, self-involved to notice her, the sweetness in her lie. Consider then, the irony, of broken boy and empty girl, unlocking and undressing, all secrets and conceits. But still he loved her, scars and all, missing her, like pieces of himself. Completed by her smile.

Waiting by ChronoMCC, literature

Salve and Salvation by ChronoMCC, literature

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Salve and Salvation

I can't deny this, feelings uncontrolled rising. I can't control the words, slipping like serpents from lips, old spent hissed devotionals. My pain deafens, the thoughts bled to page, and paper all for you. You make it seem so easy, don't you? Hand balls to fist, clenched around this, weapon, mightier than a sword. I ask you now, bent-backed and broken, who will save us now?

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On War, A Lament by ChronoMCC, literature

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On War, A Lament

Watch children fall like Jericho, walls torn down by trumpet artillery. Watch blood stain the skies in lunatic whirls, of airstrike thunder, missile lightning. There is a sickness in the world, today, an apathy that taints the air. The morbid stench of death, the only comfort, fleeting, in this necrotic land. Watch the buildings tumble, red seas of blood and dust, rising up to meet us. Watch numbers rise, each one a symbol of failure. We have failed them Each one a warning. We walk a bloodied path Watch idiot cries of madmans vengeance, see hatred circle death in turn. A cycle brews, the cosmic balance, despair to seal di

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About ChronoMCC

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

United Kingdom
Deviant for 20 years
malkaviandelirium.blogspot.com
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THE KING IN THE NORTH

"Biting is excellent! It's like kissing except there's a winner"

I am Marc! A 25 year old Forensic Biology graduate (And Forensic Medicine & Science Postgraduate) and Biomedical Support Worker. Currently seeking fun and frolic.

I can mostly be found enjoying the comforts of Glasgow's many bars when not trying to fight crime, and enjoy the occasional (well....Frequent) moshpit, it soothes me :P

I'm a bit of a metalhead, while partial to punk, ska and rock as well, favoring Iron Maiden, Sabaton and Turisas at the moment, and a huge fan of brilliant shows like Spartacus, Game of Thrones and Sherlock

Favourite Visual Artist

Not John Blanche :P

Favourite TV Shows

Game of Thrones, Spartacus, The Walking Dead, HIMYM, Parks and Rec, Sherlock

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Sabaton, Iron Maiden, selected others

Favourite Games

WoW, TOR, Skyrim, Hearts of Iron 3

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, Xbox360, PS3, Wii, DS

Tools of the Trade

Pen n' Paper, keyboard

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ChronoMCC

May 20, 2009

Utter boredom

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Wednesdays are rueful days of nothing and fail. This is self evident in the fact that I do resoundingly little on Wednesdays compared to the rest of the week. Even writing and reading tend to take swan-dives into nothingness. I really ought to remedy this, but by the gods I have no idea how I would start. I actually thought that changing my gym habits to neglect Wednesday would break up the week and provide me with some much needed breathing room. A fool. I was a fool! Instead I'm looking forwards, plotting for my future. I'm considering doing a Postgraduate Diploma, so that I have a chance of getting into a Masters degree. At the moment I'

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Jan 10, 2009

On War, A Lament. Reprise.

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"Watch children fall like Jericho, walls torn down by trumpet artillery. Watch blood stain the skies in lunatic whirls, of airstrike thunder, missile lightning. There is a sickness in the world, today, an apathy that taints the air. The morbid stench of death, the only comfort, fleeting, in this necrotic land. Watch the buildings tumble, red seas of blood and dust, rising up to meet us. Watch numbers rise, each one a symbol of failure. We have failed them Each one a warning. We walk a bloodied path Watch idiot cries of madmans vengeance, see hatred circle death in turn. A cycle brews, the cosmic balance, despair to seal d