Cerberin-Crosses

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Alexithymia by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

Sundown on Eighth Street by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Sundown on Eighth Street

It’s almost night out in the city, and the neon glow of electric signs crackling to life shines dimly against a fading sky. The sun has just fallen, and the pink-tinged clouds rolling across the horizon hang low; bloated with the promise of rain that seems, as always, to be little more than just a promise, empty words spoken from high above the matching oil-slick smear of an empty city. Buildings rise against the sky like tombstones, dotted with windows, many of which were long-since boarded up. There’s nothing green here; the only things sprouting from the endless sea of pavement are the usual relics of modern civilization; th

Last-Minute Philosophies by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

Aphasiac by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Aphasiac

She sits alone at the dusty table, collapsed against the back of her chair like a marionette that's long-since had its strings cut. Her fingers trace the burn-kissed wooden surface, pushing blindly thorough the wadded paper, cigarette butts, and ashes piled around her until they come to rest on a pen-scratched book of matches and a crumpled pack of Marlboros- a flick of motion, and the top slides open. The air is broken to pieces by her softened voice as she finds them empty. "Fuck." She casts aside the ruins and fumbles in the overflowing plastic ashtray for one of the half-smoked remains, tasting the Anointéd sting o

Autointoxication by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Autointoxication

There is beauty in the ashes and sorrow behind the shutters We could have once called eyes. There is joy to be found in Poison; light-fingered, Twisting like Hederan vines ‘round this cage of bones And spilling silver-tongued symphonies from a tarnished Chalice. Raise high your glass; play me a melody on white-washed ribs, Clinking glass against mortared teeth and singing to the sky A tale of woe.

Avarice (or, Seven Strings to Bring the End) by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Avarice (or, Seven Strings to Bring the End)

Liar- Lyre. Play me a rhythm on broken-jawed feathers, A black tar elegy symphony swarming up from the Hive of your lungs and turning to embers against an empty sky; Chasing ghosts and misspoken melodies In a voice just like the sickening break at the end of this world sentence. They say the best words were written with a shot of whiskey kept warm inside the soul but that stinging amber rush of Oblivion has now become the blackout sigh of

Birdsong From a Cage of Pens and Wires by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Birdsong From a Cage of Pens and Wires

And so it begins again, as it always does, Skimming a sea of words And resting- if possible- in the spaces between the lines, Breathing in a momentary pause that always seems too short Before it must begin again. Backlit by the electric glow of a silver screen glistening with stories written by the dead, words to read, stories to take in- experiences, Tales of life fashioned by the determined hands Of those who had to will To leave behind the burned-out drone of busywork and step outside To drink in the world. But not I. Here I sit, bound by the threatening sacraments of a mountain Of endless work. Maybe someday, maybe when it’s fin

Untitled Memories by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Untitled Memories

Night falls. Streetlights gleam in an embryonic symphony Their dirty, orange glow casting long shadows Across an expanse of crooked pavement. It is late- too late for most. The only ones still left outside are those like me- Wild, lawless, Children born from the union of darkness and never-ending wanderlust; Possessed by some feral desire to move, unhindered, Through the freedom of these empty, Harsh streets. There is a sound- loud, a crescendo of suburban decay- Wheels on pavement, a steady rush. No one speaks. Another 3am ride, exploring the cavernous ruin of this deserted, late-morning town. In this light, the sheer, silent vacancy Of t

Aspartame by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Aspartame

Today I feel nothing, and in this comforting void Of shadowed black, An oil-slick absence of emotions That were once Something great- In the wake of this ruin, I find myself thinking Of you. My darling, my deer dear, crushed Against the oncoming weight, Burning out in the singing siren-flash of headlights- my accessory. The thing I am forced to love When love itself Has no meaning. Love….. love. This empty word, this violent promise left floating in the Ether, It tells me that you are

Of Small Men And Long Shadows by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Of Small Men And Long Shadows

For too long, the people have been complacent to the greed and corruption that permeates the American government. We have allowed them to rule our lives, telling us what is right and wrong, how we should behave, what laws should be passed for our own benefit. We trusted them. And they have betrayed that trust. Finally, on the eve of a new decade, our eyes are finally beginning to open, and they fear what we will see when we finally decide to look. They fight this change, as all governments have, and they seek to keep the people afraid to further their own selfish gains. They tell us to fear the Terrorist, for he seeks to destroy your freedo

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Alexithymia by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

Sundown on Eighth Street by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Sundown on Eighth Street

Last-Minute Philosophies by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

Aphasiac by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Aphasiac

Autointoxication by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Autointoxication

Avarice (or, Seven Strings to Bring the End) by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Avarice (or, Seven Strings to Bring the End)

Birdsong From a Cage of Pens and Wires by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Birdsong From a Cage of Pens and Wires

Untitled Memories by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Untitled Memories

Aspartame by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Aspartame

Of Small Men And Long Shadows by Cerberin-Crosses, literature

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Of Small Men And Long Shadows

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Artist // Student // Literature

Mar 9
United States
Deviant for 11 years
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My Bio

I'm an English major (and psychology minor) studying writing at Humboldt State University. Most of my literary and creative works get posted here, as this is a more "professional" account for my written works (though I use that term rather loosely). I wanted an account just dedicated to my writing, since that is my main artistic focus. All my other forms of art (drawings, paintings, photography, & special effects makeup) get posted to my other account, Monsieur-nick

Favourite Visual Artist

Currently it's Faith47, but this changes on a regular basis. It's usually some form of graffiti artist though.

Favourite Movies

Sin City, Repo! The Genetic Opera, Donnie Darko, 300, Watchmen, Doomsday, The Tracey Fragments, Death Proof, The Wall, Fight Club, Kick-Ass, Natural Born Killers, Django Unchained

Favourite TV Shows

Black Lagoon, South Park, Dexter, & Family Guy

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

In Flames, Akira Yamaoka, Otep, Psyclon Nine, Andre Nickatina, Bring Me The horizon, Drop Dead Gorgeous, CocoRosie, Fear Before, Tech Nine

Favourite Books

The Child Thief, Battle Royale, Feed, Fight Club, Preacher, Alice in Wonderland, the Herion Diaries

Favourite Writers

Brom, Otep Shamaya, Jim Morrison, Allen Ginsberg, Kenneth Patchen

Favourite Games

Silent Hill, The Suffering, Left 4 Dead, God of War, Guitar Hero, Black, Castlevaina, Soul Caliber

Tools of the Trade

Anything I can write with and a decently-sized bong

Other Interests

Spinning poi, longboarding, exploring nature, and smoking bowls on the beach

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Cerberin-Crosses

Jan 30, 2013

New Account

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Hey guys, this is my new account, made solely for my writings.  The main bulk of my drawn art is over on my other one, Monsieur-nick (https://www.deviantart.com/monsieur-nick) (though a lot of it is probably going into storage soon, since most of them are rather....dated.  And I'm not too fond of my old drawing style, but, I digress). That being said, I finally decided to move over here because 1) I was sick and fucking tired of my old username, and being as broke as I am, couldn't afford to buy a premium subscription just for the sake of fixing that; and 2) I'm going to be uploading a lot of writings over the course of the next few months, because my creative writing class has