DB-Raphael

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Volition by DB-Raphael, literature

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Volition

I played to the light, but It wasn’t listening; there was not A soul in sight save for you And I do not know for sure That you are even real Today is the last of these Visions portending closure But I could wish for you and me To subject these preposterous notions To the annihilation of the rational And the condemnation of the faithful But then, what would we have But the despairing shell of an illusion Of a dream of contented freedom When all else is no more I never imagined that it would Come to this final resting place For the trinkets of our childish minds And the old photographs we Couldn’t keep because the

Midsummer Morn by DB-Raphael, literature

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Midsummer Morn

I awoke to the ghost of the alarm clock Sighing, for I found the school year Had come and gone The morning light was distant and Somehow empty without a reason To get out of bed this early I sought that sleep of the dead So that I might continue dreaming But that persistent nagging was Never to grant me peace Reluctantly, I awoke and rolled From my sheets onto The floor, groaning quietly As I wondered what surprises the day Might yet hold for me now In the middle of the summer As time seems to stand suspended By the fear of transition and Supersonic speeds of this phantasm We call life Funny, I just wanted to dream

In Wishing by DB-Raphael, literature

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In Wishing

Seeking, I wandered unto the precipice of the way The way into a place beyond all Beyond the fickle dreams and slighted hearts Where there resided little more now Than the dying wishes of jaded men Fickle like the broken voice of one Shouting at the wind for days Waiting for an answer of the powers That never cared, never loved, never spoke Slighted as were the soldiers of battles past And long transpired as are the wishes Of silenced fools and bitter adolescents alike For there was never something more Than what I see; there is a shore Beyond the waves is eternity, by god Or so they say. But I see nothing There are only dream

School at the End of the World by DB-Raphael, literature

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School at the End of the World

Like a great temple of some obscure archaic faith, the tenebrous artificial behemoth rose against the bleak landscape of the void. In awe of the massive expanse of the building, the girl moved slowly toward it, as though enthralled by the building blocks thereof. Initially, the building was merely an alluring enigma of no apparent significance. As she moved closer, however, the structure seemed to shrink, as its appearance revealed itself as something familiar. It had been quite a while since the girl had thought of school. In fact, given her overabundance of less than desirable memories of grade school, she preferred not to ruminate on the

Chapel of Empty Dreams by DB-Raphael, literature

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Chapel of Empty Dreams

In sight of the Chapel of Empty Dreams, the boy hid and shut his eyes. Ensconced in his protective delusion, he shut out the radiant darkness around him, imagining for a moment that all was well. As long as he kept his soul deployed in the nether regions of some distant plane, he knew he would remain untroubled, ignored by the passage of time and woes. In this solitude, it was easy for him to believe that all his sins were forgiven, and all vengeance was forgotten. This notion coaxed a smile from his youthful visage, and his cold, abstracted eyes radiated with apocryphal hope and belief. An astringent wind tumbled against his flesh. He shiv

God is Her Antithesis 4 by DB-Raphael, literature

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God is Her Antithesis 4

Chronicles of Falling Stars—God is Her Antithesis I remember when she began to effloresce into who she eventually became. She was lonelier then, with a much greater propensity for introspection than ever before. She did not smile as she used to; rather, she would cry often in lament for much that was and all that could have been. Nevertheless, I say this period defined her, for it was through this painstakingly arduous evolution that she attained, eventually, entelechy. After high school, Persephone Sholtz moved west in search of better things. She had hopes and dreams like the rest of us, and she earnestly wanted to believe they were possi

Resolution in Piety by DB-Raphael, literature

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Resolution in Piety

I remember you as I stared upon the stoic face Of your new dwelling; you ignore me as thoroughly As ever you did when you despised me. I smile despite The stigmata you left me with. I remember us We dreamed merrily and we laughed once Before there was nothing left to smile about And I remember the greater joys we kept In our hearts to sustain our fickle souls You were never there for me; I delude myself But I imagine that you loved me once Albeit ages ago, before time itself shed its curse On us and forsook us; we were bereft of passion But I dare remember that time when you smiled At me and I took you into my arms warmly, procl

Effloresce by DB-Raphael, literature

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Effloresce

Take your dreams by candlelight And fling them to the moon Take your thoughts into your heart And we shall free them soon Take your light by imagined grace And hurl it into time Take your laughter in your self And we'll find it there sublime Free your mind by wisdom's key And loose it to the night Free your fears into the deep And we shall bind them tight Free inhibitions by and by And they shall be our pyres Take all wonder in a moment And let it consume like fire Seize your demons by the horns And subjugate them to you Seize your faults one by one And we shall bid them adieu Seize your worries by the fear And toss them

Perspective by DB-Raphael, literature

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Perspective

I thought it brilliant, then But you were content to destroy it And we rebuilt something new Is it quite the same now? I think not, but you still maintain That we accomplished something great I think you mad, but I dare not say it Think me cowardly, I do not. At any rate, we took it then And vouchsafed our meager graces By which you thought we could revive The hope in it; I think you mad. Why did you pretermit the thing You created, you thoughtless child? If divinity is all in action; you are god Of hell alone; I'll tell you not. Let it revolutionize your thinking and Your outlook on this lugubrious world Your libertine habi

My Vendetta by DB-Raphael, literature

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My Vendetta

In our lifetime you said to me That we would flourish juxtaposed Our lives would be the luxury Of dreamers, or so you supposed In our heart we did believe That we would dance onto the moon Our waltz would be the lithe vanguard Of the revolution coming soon In our story there would be We thought, an egress to renaissance The panorama that I know now From that is just a slight nuance We met, together, our golden days In our youth of idealistic fervor, we Assaulted society; we would invoke For all, the resolution of the crimes The crimes against the individual The sins against the human sea Society would fall for these transgre

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Son of Infamy by DB-Raphael, literature

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Son of Infamy

Where have you gone? Now that I've finally come in search of you, my shepherd? Why do you flee from me now? When I'm finally ready you run away What have I done to deserve this? Have I disappointed you in these last times? Am I no longer worthy of the efforts of your mind? My acquiescence is fey to oblivion now… What have I done to you? My capitulation was laborious innately And now you spurn it effete. What have I done to dissatisfy you? Will I ever be good enough for anyone? Will I ever be worthy to know you… When my memories convalesce from oblivion? Am I granted pardon of perdition To run under you, old bellwether? How lo

Inner Universe by DB-Raphael, literature

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Inner Universe

Here I am standing on the outside As my own thoughts and emotions transcend my care. Before I recognize strife…I am at war Before I detect solitude….I am alone… Few answers to my inquisition sound around me So the resolution must be inside where I safeguard from corruption. My eyes; the windows to my psyche lie in mystery My thoughts; the execution of subconscious dominance hurls me into misery There's not so far to go this time; By necessity alone, I store solutions within my being In the mind where aliens seldom trod, I secure security. My intricate labyrinth builds so well it renders all exploration impossible; In my own compou

Alien Night by DB-Raphael, literature

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Alien Night

Alien emotion transcends the levels of my psyche I find myself startled by the thoughtful invasion They say the light shines within me, so I wonder; is this it? If I am the vassal of the adversary, have I not understood? How can I be righteous if I recognize no godly luminescence? Innocent benevolence falls prey to sweet seduction of shadow The somnambulist darkness births raptures within me Or in my lack of wisdom has my inherent perception corrupted? Contrawise to my development, the darkness shines in contradistinction They demand my acquiescence to let us convalesce, but I choose not to Has my greed condemned me to this perpetua

My Status Quo by DB-Raphael, literature

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My Status Quo

I see you standing out there wishing to be beside me to share this night Seeking to help me to save your world, You think you can appeal to my conscience I see you all, the wishful thinkers coming to drive out my darkness The shame is you do not see I am shadow and pain who will not bend So hold still in darkness and listen once to the macabre song of my fellows; I am the death of reason, the architect of destruction; I create nothing but art and hate, I am nothing but the art of hate. All I am is hate and you; all I see is hate in you. I exist for your suffering and trials; by your very tears I gain strength, and in the darkness

Death of Innocence by DB-Raphael, literature

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Death of Innocence

Meager and solitary; a child misunderstood A taciturn youth, aloof in seclusion of world affairs. Hiding his real self behind the masked mirror, Always faking smile and mirth for your distraught amusement. Funny how he sees you beyond even you can see yourself He cannot find his self, but how can you, deluded moppet? Like a withering flame he consumes only his worth But his very existence is an insult to you; evidence of your expendability Why trouble yourself with affairs unworthy of you, if Such affairs as his life are beneath you and your delusions of grandeur. Stalking the fine line between madness and reason, Finding all too o

Invisible Fool by DB-Raphael, literature

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Invisible Fool

Tell me, old master, how I have become so empty before you, How you've left me here alone, lovelorn, and pitiful. The louvers of my cloak of darkness have cut me off from life In my lassitude I find no will to find my hope. Hear me, old bellwether, and wake me up inside; Save me from the door of the darkness that raptures me Pull me back in your grace from the threshold of chaos Call on light to free me from the arms of oblivion. Here I lie now, fallen at the feet of darkness I'm so invisible, only the arms of perdition reach for me now. You let me lie here, taciturn and forlorn as you walked away, Giving hell your tacit consent to

Jacket of Death by DB-Raphael, literature

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Jacket of Death

Sliding upon you, choking you off The darkness you created has come to finish you off Cover of malice, jacket of strife The evil you delivered returns to force you astray. It knows where you live, knows who you are This night you ushered knows the quick routes to the depths of your demise. Run all you might, you cannot get away This dark child of yours follows you till the end of your dying days. You cannot ever escape, for this is your doing, This is your jacket of death, now wear it and be strangled in your own snares You cannot run from that evil thing you birthed of your own malevolent mind What is of you, is of you; knows you,

Ice Moon by DB-Raphael, literature

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Ice Moon

Listen to flowers blooming in Spring Blossoming softly in physical beauty Holding their own against approaching dark; Empty shells struggling for life. It's Fall now, hear the season of death The flowers die now in the coming cold Empty shells now breaking down Thus ends their struggle for life. The red rain comes and covers all in winter The finale of death as life is swallowed whole Beneath sheets of treacherous ice and frost Which smile at your folly in trusting them. I am no exception, but I've paid my dues The spell of the Ice Moon has already come for me You need not worry for my salvation, Find warmth for your soul, lest

Fools Fire by DB-Raphael, literature

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Fools Fire

I am a fleeting soul Fey and oblivious I can't last long or Risk ruining the balance In truth my flame is evanescence My spark is fey And my heart lukewarm The truth is I'm a fool For loving you, girl. To want what can't be had Only leads to destruction Pain of souls is unbearable So why evoke condemnation? I know now I need you More than you wanted me So suddenly now I'm such a fool. I won't come after you Not anymore, nor ever again. It's been a long time And it's taken much longer But I know now I want What I can never have. It's truly a shame to me Things had to be this way 'cause we could've been happy but not no

Window by DB-Raphael, literature

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Window

I walk to the window And I look outside all around me The air blows by, the sky clears The storms come, the leaves flow The rain falls. You come up my window And we talk awhile People and cars go by Time passes, things change And you stay with me And I love you. We talk at my window And sit by your door We lie on your bed and be tranquil. At my window I see you, pretty girl, Smiling up at me, wishing me out I want to come to you, but first I must break the spell of my dripping window I'll come to you and we'll go away; Wet from the rain, cold from the air Hot from the sun, sore from the earth. Come to my window and we'll

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Introspection of a Lost Angel by DB-Raphael, literature

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Introspection of a Lost Angel

It was not possible to ignore the static That screamed silent tension through the streets As I walked with jaded eyes and darkened heart Through these very streets I hated. Yet she was here; the one I sought Could only be found within this city Where every soul suffocated with the weight Of the burden that could destroy us all. I was not part of the struggle beneath I cannot lay claim to the conflict within I know not of the history of this hollow alley But I am infused into its tapestry. And the bizarre fabrication unwinds Around me and reshapes to encompass My input, but my soul does not wish to know Any part of this horrid s

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DB-Raphael

About DB-Raphael

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Current Residence: New Haven, CT
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, Tokyopop, Techno, Lullaby
Favourite photographer: Lipglossfetish, Luna Nite, Fate-of-a-Dreamer
Favourite style of art: Dark surreal, Spiritual
Wallpaper of choice: A Softer World, 227
Favourite cartoon character: Ed Elric, Rurouni Kenshin, Hohenheim of Light, Abel Nightroad, Huey Freeman, Light Yagami
Personal Quote: I know all sorts of things that I don't believe

Favourite Visual Artist

Michelangelo, Raphael, MoonPrincessSerenity

Favourite Movies

Gladiator, 300, Underworld, Pincess Mononoke, Lord of the Rings, Dead Poets Society

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Evanescence, The Fray, Senses Fail, 30 Seconds to Mars, The Killers, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Favourite Writers

Luna Nite, E. Dickenson, L'Engle, M. Z. Bradley, O. S. Card, ThousandthPaperCrane, Zekio

Favourite Games

Super Smash Bros., Halo 3, Driv3r, Timesplitters 2, Dirge of Cerberus

Tools of the Trade

Thoughts, Dreams, Pencil, Pen, Paper, Computer, Music

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Music, Philosophy, Anime, Manga, Sports, Literature, Art, Thinking, Dreaming...

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DB-Raphael

Mar 23, 2008

March 2008

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So I'm just coming off of Spring Break and have recently celebrated the first of two useless birthdays between 18 and 21. I'm back at school and feeling good. This morning, I woke up in New Jersey, where I had been staying for the weekend. This afternoon, I ate lunch in New York City, where I've been shopping around with family for the weekend. This evening, I'm sitting in a friend's common room one entryway over from my own back at school ignoring my academic obligations, as usual. I wasn't initially supposed to be here yet, but a change of plans brought be back to school a day early, and so I got to spend the evening of my nineteenth birthd

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DB-Raphael

Feb 2, 2008

Return (Again...)

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So after a hiatus of almost half a year, I have returned to DeviantArt, although I'm not really sure why. I haven't been writing anything lately, and I don't even have time to work on my novel now that I'm away at a really tough college taking really tough courses and thus having too much stuff to do, but nevertheless I'm back. For anyone still watching me, I hope to come out with some new stuff at some point, perhaps celebrating the markedly different person I have become since graduating from high school last year. However, I make no promises. I'll try to keep track of those I'm watching, though. I realize that I may have given the impressi

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DB-Raphael

Aug 3, 2007

The Hells of Human Religion

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The Hells of Human Religion          June 2007 "What is Good...and what is not Good? Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?"  Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance As of late, I've been reading a book entitled, "Mere Christianity" by C.S. Lewis. In this work, Lewis, a Christian apologist, endeavors to persuade those who might be Christian if only they didn't ask so many damned questions and think so goddamned much to take the plunge into Christianity. This book was given to me by a friend through a close friend, both of whom fear for my salvation. Out of respect for their loving endeavor (and a desire to test my a

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XxInnachkaxX

Feb 26, 2008

haii ^_^
thank you for the watch

and i love all of your work...mostly all of it is just so beautifully written

Thank you

Hey, thanks for watching meee!

DB-Raphael

Jul 31, 2007

No prob. You remain one of my favorite writers, although I was breifly thrown off by the name-change (I'd forgotten the journal you posted to that effect). Will be waiting for more wondrous works of the brilliance of ThousandthPaperCrane (whose name lives on in my heart

) lol

NearerSadismDaily

Aug 1, 2007

Haha! Thanks

And thanks for more faves too!

cosmicbound

Jul 26, 2007

Many thanks.

May I ask what your novel is about?

DB-Raphael

Jul 31, 2007

It's a bit complicated. The simple version is that it's a supernatural fictional piece concerning a group of kids raised to be perfect weapons for different factions of a continual war in another world. I've been working on it (this version, which is the third rewrite) for more than 15 months now. There are bits and pieces of the story posted throughout my gallery as short stories.