Myski

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Why Are You Here? by Myski, literature

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Why Are You Here?

Answer me Answer what I ask Not because you owe me But because I need to understand Why you're here Why you want to be back And while you guiltily say I shouldn't have You are still here. Answer me Tell me why you're here So I can tell myself Why I'll be okay There's no hope That this is because She Is gone, left you Broke you in those days interim Because it's too late It's too late for me to caress That hurt away When you brushed me away So now you wonder how I am? Now you want to know the breaks in my heart? The scars you've made? This is the habits of damage This is the psychosis of desperation This is me checking

Fifty Four Days by Myski, literature

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Fifty Four Days

What are you doing here? Like an ill advised summon You make yourself impossible to ignore Or avoid. A head on collision on a bright and perfect sunny day. I woke up today proud I didn't let the lowered inhibition of a bottle of bubbles get me to see a miss call that wasn't a dial And all it does is leave me full of questions you can't answer and want details that don't matter I don't want to let you in And let you see that this head on collision Is after a perfect, bright sunny day. One that I've spent all 54 days since we stopped talking to put together 51 days after I got out of bed half a stone less And 20 days since I got through

After Rape, Set 2 aka When My Name is Called by Myski, literature

After Rape by Myski, literature

This Body by Myski, literature

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This Body

You loved my body In a way it had never been before Admired and appreciated An artist's eye For the unique and strange You loved my body Imperfect and yet whole Under you eye And I fell in love with you through the love you showed by body The skin I was in Not the skin you hoped me to be The soul within You loved my body And when you stopped caring for me You left me in divorce With my body A stranger in the mirror That I find everywhere I look And shed fat heavy tears Everytime I try to love this body.

Under This Duvet by Myski, literature

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Under This Duvet

In painful imperfection You demand presence The unbearable criticism that rattles Against backs of eyes Useless mantras with every blink You can't tell The rattling, the rumbling rollercoaster that hits every bump Slid under the covers in the night Waking me to the raucous tin tinna tabulation of voices not my own brakes that don't work Immobile passage of time While I lie here in bed Days sneak past And you can't understand You can't hear the painful Concerto of inner discourse A rumbling overture through my stomach, Clawing up over my shoulders Prickly little feet that tap dance Around the back of my neck Stoking an anxiety that Rips squ

Silver Screens by Myski, literature

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Silver Screens

Can't sleep Because I'm afraid When these screens shutter shut That I will think of you At curtain fall And the silver screen in my head will star you. Can't sleep For fear that my mind will repeat All those idyllic scenes Of how we hadn't screwed each other up yet Or worse I'll see you now That girl I can't know That girl will star ahead In the TV screen The movie screen Every screen In my head.

Can't Quite Believe by Myski, literature

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Can't Quite Believe

Where did I lose you? In all the time that's passed I seem to have forgotten where I put you From thinking we'd be great And shine Still bright Shiny and new To finding myself now Strange Like old glue All that hurt And words I won't use To describe my past Like abuse To forgive Myself For letting go of all else That strange Dip In knowing my reflection To thinking And saying I need you near me A desperation I can't Quite believe

Secondhand Sunshine by Myski, literature

Under and Away by Myski, literature

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Why Are You Here? by Myski, literature

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Fifty Four Days by Myski, literature

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Fifty Four Days

After Rape, Set 2 aka When My Name is Called by Myski, literature

After Rape by Myski, literature

This Body by Myski, literature

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This Body

Under This Duvet by Myski, literature

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Under This Duvet

Silver Screens by Myski, literature

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Silver Screens

Can't Quite Believe by Myski, literature

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Can't Quite Believe

Secondhand Sunshine by Myski, literature

Under and Away by Myski, literature

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About Myski

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Deviant for 20 years
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"Walk by faith & not by sight/We're all tha same color when you turn out the light."

Favourite Visual Artist

Edgar Degas, Michaelangelo, Giacometti, Klee

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Sounds, Damien Rice, Tracy Chapman, Sick Puppies, Cartel, Pink, Fort Minor, Carbon Leaf, etc

Favourite Games

Ultimate Frisbee

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Myski

Feb 25, 2011

Return?

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My return here is highly unlikely.  I miss the community dA was when I first started, I can't say much for it's evolution as I have not been part of it or had real time to witness it.  I regret not having the time to develop this part of my life with the direction my life has taken.  It kills me in some ways that I am still in school, not onto a job yet.  How my friends have all but vanished into mist because I disappeared on them.  I wonder if my subconcious likes misery.

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Myski

Dec 10, 2010

A long, long time.

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Dear, dear.  It has been quite a long time since I've been here to write.  I miss it -- it's rather unfortunate I am so busy. I just flipped through the few glimpses of my life I've posted here in the past years.  March 17, 2008.  In a few months that will be 3 years ago.  So much has changed from that weekend.  I've suddenly known my friends from my last school for four years. I still miss them.  If now, more than before.

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Myski

Jun 30, 2009

Rejuvinate

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Life is clear to me when I realize that my life is solid.  Realizing that you are worthy of attention -- and not in the pretentious "everything is about me" or "I'm fishing for a compliment" kind of way.  Just a genuine confidence where it isn't necessary to shove it down everyones throat that you think you are GOD INCARNATE.  (You aren't for the record.) .... I so do hate those types of people. Right now, living the quiet life is perfect for me, cut out the drama.  i have wonderful friends who I am grateful for and minus a glitch or two, things couldn't be more nice. =) God (whichever one, whatever you believe in) bless.