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A Life of Purpose by Pyroman48, literature

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A Life of Purpose

The silence is deafening. I sit here in the dark, recapping the decisions I’ve made, people I’ve met, friends I’ve found and lost along the way and where my life has ended up. I used to be afraid of this loneliness, and to be honest, it was the only thing I ever truly feared. The idea of “living” a hollow life, a shell of a human being, without emotion or emotional attachment to anyone or anything terrified me. To avoid that fate I more than wore my heart on my sleeve, inviting anyone to show me any form of emotion, welcoming either love or pain and heartbreak, desperate to feel anything but numbness. In the end

Here Comes the Storm by Pyroman48, literature

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Here Comes the Storm

The clouds darken as they drift closer together every passing minute, making them appear ominous and driven by ill will. They roll like cresting waves through the sky, as deep and dark blue as any ocean, toward their destination. I walk below them, alone on this road to nowhere, completely oblivious to the darkness washing over me. I've been here so many times, this polar opposite of my sanctuary, that the gloom feels almost natural. This road, always void of any life, drowned in a foreboding darkness as unnatural and frightening as the storm churning above me. Torrential rain begins to pour, chilling me to the bone as I press onward, going n

Admiration by Pyroman48, literature

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Admiration

What does it mean to admire someone. To see only greatness in their future and to be so inspired by these people, that even without them knowing or doing anything, they positively affect your life. It is not necessarily rare to meet someone who is impressive enough to have an influence on you, however, to find someone who you honestly cannot fathom existing without, is an entirely different story. Their existence and your own become intertwined, two threads wrapped together so tightly in the tapestry of life that it becomes too difficult to distinguish which thread is which, or if there ever was two to begin with. These people, so influential

Memory II by Pyroman48, literature

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Memory II

In my dreams, I've returned to this island sanctuary so many times now that it's become a new home. This imaginary safe-haven, powerful beyond measure, has the ability not only to gift me peace and clarity, but allows me to bask in optimism that I would not otherwise have. I can feel this new-found hope radiate from within me, as if someone placed an orb of light within my very heart. This miniature sun warms me, guiding me with its rays towards a happier life, allowing me to see time in milliseconds. I can see the life-like pulse of rays falling from the sky, as the wind whips the treetops behind me. That splash of mist as the ocean crashes

Memory by Pyroman48, literature

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Memory

Even with my eyes closed, I can hear the breeze brushing through the palm trees. I breathe in the ocean air, as the rest of my body takes in the chorus around me. The tingling of the cool sand upon my back, and the faint spray of water that drizzles down on me from the crashing waves hitting the rocks and sandy shore. My paradise at last, laying beneath the palm trees, I finally open my eyes to stare up into the cosmic glory of the night sky. In this dream, in this world...the impossible becomes reality. Daylight meets twilight, to be able to enjoy the warmth of the sun, and cool of the shade, and yet still peer into the nearly cloudless sky

Remembering 9-11 by Pyroman48, literature

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Remembering 9-11

Nine years have passed, nine long years, but we still remember the pain. Nine long years, but we still remember the faces. Nine long years, and our heart still breaks with each image. Nine long years have passed, and while it marked a day in our history where we as a nation became one, our fortitude, dedication and resolve were redefined; I fear these are the things we risk losing now most of all. I woke up that day, a typical groggy school day. Watched the weather to make sure I was dressed appropriately, made sure my music was set to keep me sane until the morning bell. I was sitting in that class room naïve, sheltered, and then my wo

Memory of Happiness by Pyroman48, literature

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Memory of Happiness

I remember what it was like, to lay in bed staring at the ceiling imagining your warmth beside me. What it was like to smile randomly while walking to class or work at the mere thought of you. I remember those days when everything seemed turned against me, and in all my anger and frustration I damned the world for wasting my time...until you would call me. Your voice would send chills down my spine reminding me of the happiness. Reminding me of those better days, when all that mattered to me, was you. I remember vaguely the last time I smiled, it was because of you. It seems so long ago now, as if a memory spinning down the drain of mortalit

Reborn from the Ashes by Pyroman48, literature

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Reborn from the Ashes

An unusual thing has happened in my life; one that I, regardless of my passion for writing, cannot find the words to describe. I’ve found a glimpse of hope as this tangled mess that I’ve claimed as my own life has finally begun to unravel itself and show me light and happiness inside of the darkness. I’ve found love, laughter, friends, and family once again. The hope that my life will amount to something, as well as the realization that it isn’t over yet regardless of what has plagued me in the past. I’ve found strength and determination to fight back once more against whatever wishes to crush my dreams and aspiration

Devious Beauty and The Beast by Pyroman48, literature

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Devious Beauty and The Beast

There lingers deep within with my mind, a piece of myself lost I dare not find, that eludes me in the darkness. All these nights, sleepless they’ve been, wondering what fake reality I’ve been drawn in, trying to find myself…I search for memories, those fleeting moments of my life once so clear, now merely a blur in my past. Nothing, no one…to help me find my way back home, back to my previous glory, back to my sanity. I see now I’ve been lost, in this hopeless delusion that this woman could possibly care for me. Lies, every last one of them, just lies like everyone else I’ve cared for. Amazing how it only comes i

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Here Comes the Storm by Pyroman48, literature

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Here Comes the Storm

Admiration by Pyroman48, literature

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Admiration

Memory II by Pyroman48, literature

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Memory II

Memory by Pyroman48, literature

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Memory

Remembering 9-11 by Pyroman48, literature

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Remembering 9-11

Memory of Happiness by Pyroman48, literature

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Memory of Happiness

Reborn from the Ashes by Pyroman48, literature

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Reborn from the Ashes

Devious Beauty and The Beast by Pyroman48, literature

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Devious Beauty and The Beast

Echo of Loneliness by Pyroman48, literature

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Echo of Loneliness

Laying here in the dark, wondering what tomorrow may bring, I find myself feeling more alone than ever before. I know not where I am going, or where exactly I have been these few years of life, but I feel somewhere within myself an aching, a longing for something...someone...more. Years of loneliness, not knowing what my life held for me, or what it was worth, created a realm of depression and heartache. My dreams, and hopes kept me alive this long, hoping that, perhaps, things would change. So far there has been no hint of the light I wished would come. I've been in the dark so long, my eyes have adjusted, and I can see my own shadow now...

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Inner Me by Pyroman48, visual art

Inner Me

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

May 11
United States
Deviant for 19 years
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I aspire to change the way people think. I want to find the greatest parts of our humanity, the essence of what human decency really is, and spread it across the world. In order for people to truly cherish it, however, I believe they must come to see the heartache and pain that many who do not experience the common courtesy, faith and love that unfortunately much of this world fails to show others.

I've spent much of my life sacrificing my own joy, to stand outside the box, and be a mere spectator. Trying to see the entire image, both the good and the bad and how they influence each other. There's so much beauty in this world, sometimes inspiring, sometimes tragic, but always influential and beautiful in it's own way. They are both worthy of being recognized and appreciated...for to those that fall and fail, nothing is more satisfying than to come back from the depths and triumph.

Favourite Visual Artist

Steve Augulis

Favourite Movies

Lord of War, Inception, Wall-E, Taken

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Type O Negative, Alice in Chains, Tool, NIN, A Perfect Circle

Favourite Games

League of Legends, The Witcher, Deus Ex

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Pyroman48

Apr 10, 2014

Self-Realization

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I've always fancied myself a thinker. I can spend hours just sitting down by myself and contemplate both the choices I've made and yet to make, look back on the past, and to do my best to anticipate the future and what I want from it. I was always so content with sitting alone in the side-lane, while life flew past me, watching everyone else enjoy it and find their love and happiness, work through their problems and failures to get back up and succeed. I lived vicariously through my friends and family, always on the outside looking in, never quite realizing just what I might have been missing, or honestly perhaps just not caring. I always mad

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Pyroman48

Jun 10, 2010

Cluster Headaches, The Nightmare

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A sudden spark of pain, my temple throbs, my eyes wince. The only hint of what is about to be anywhere from thirty minutes to possibly hours of torture. Suddenly jolts of pain shoot through my brain, as if someone is repeatedly hammering a red-hot nail through my skull in random spots. My body goes rigid, my fist clench in reaction to the onslaught of violent pain through my brain, where I cannot reach it, cannot put pressure, or comfort of any sort. Sweat forms above my brow, I breathe in shallow gasps as it gets worse, the pain multiplying exponentially by the second. My skin feels clammy, turning deathly white. Even with my eyes tightly cl

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Pyroman48

Apr 15, 2010

Peter Steele's Death - Type O Negative Lead Singer

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I came to love Type O Negative at a young age, and have listened and lived to your music ever since. No one else in this world can claim to have made such an impact on my life, and helped me cope with traumas of surgeries, tumor, and so much more in my life than Type O. The loss of Peter Steele to me isn't just the loss of a singer to my favorite band...it's a loss of one of four, who helped me through everything I've been through. The music from this day forth will be only more solemn and hold more meaning to me now. You will live forever in my memories. Everyone I Love is Dead. P.S Don't forget to tell Jesus, he looks like you.