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Circles by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Circles

The house on the hill, Where jack and Jill, Went to play, That fateful day. Fifteen red roses all in rows, And crazy cracked stones, Pave the way down the drive, Where Jack and Jill played seek and hide. Jack and Jill had heard about the house, But their friends had said "are you man or mouse?" Youth and the pack, They would not be thought cowards, So they skipped down the drive as the house glowered. A house of dark red brick from cobble, With an off pink door like a tongue poised to slobber, And eyes filthy and clouded with cataracts, Looking at Jack and Jill like tasty snacks. A leaf blew down the desolate drive, As the ch

Tango by FirstAndLastMen, literature

Dinner by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Dinner

A child in the street, Tears on his cheeks, Body at his feet, Stinking in the heat. Dust in the air, Chaos everywhere. People run in scare, No-one seems to care. War - torn and troubled, Reducing itself to rubble, Ready to burst our bubble, And only ruled by stubble. This is their playground, Gliding through the streets, Explosions are their sound, And giblets their sweets. Tears are their lemonade, Rotted flesh their steak, Bullets are their teeth, And their waiter is Hate. A feast for Death and Despair, Where Anarchy reigns and Ignorance shames, All sat on their thrones, And the Chaos begins again.

October by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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October

Grey towers Line grey blocks, While grey people walk Beneath grey clocks. Grey homes Make grey men, Thought left alone To their grey pen. And their grey sky, Gives no cause for hope, And a sure way, To the end of a rope. They live like mice, Scurrying beneath, The steel-capped boots Of misguided feet. Constantly turning, To avoid the red glare Of narrow-eyed men Taking more than their share. Who cover their chests With honours not won, Thinking the heavier their breasts, The higher they become. But all the while, Being dragged to the mud, Mixed with tears and bile, And sticky with blood. Their shining leader,

Still in Waiting by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Still in Waiting

I am waiting for you. On platform 8. While the early morning light Floats through, feeling late. Motes hang on the breeze, Drifting through the halls. Announcements draw louder As they echo around the walls. The sun looked so young, As I stepped out the door this morn. A child with rosy cheeks, Glowing, pink and fair. Warmth at my back, As I leave the red bricks. Breath cracked On steely midnight air. Frosted road shone beneath the tires, As the man with the low cap Drove me miles, To a house of cosy nights. Now in the open I stand, As murmurs pass me by, While fresh pine blows off the land, As the hard floor gleams gol

Goodbye Finn. by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Goodbye Finn.

Finn. I have to go now. I don't want this, But I hear the Cosmic Owl call. That you are my brother, Never think to doubt. You are a buddy like no-other, Who can make me laugh and shout. But my voice is now stopped, And my hand begins to shake, But before I go to Glob, There are amends that I must make. I am sorry i will not be there, To see you anymore, To adventure without a care, To settle distant scores, And to be a helpful guide, Well, the best guide I can, And to travel at your side, Through this strange and magic land. A land of wonders and danger, That holds riches for the brave, And where every single stranger H

Rising Star by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Rising Star

My baby. My child. I have worked. I am tired. Though I don't suppose For you to know The work I have done To see you grow Tireless nights Spent at your side Attending your need Soothing your cry. A step at a time I coax forwards Till you alone Cross the floorboards And walk Across sand As you start to run I no longer hold your hand You speed up. As you grow and grow I no longer make choices Your mind is your own. As you run through streets You start to bound Your fleeting feet Need no longer touch the ground You have ascended from home Far from the hearth Growing farther away From my worn out heart. One of subt

Power to Move by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Power to Move

A wordsmith's flourish Is a word on a page A dot on a line A constructed place and time A painter's flourish Is a certain shade A coloured swerve A careful curve The musician's flourish Is a melodic tune A heavy beat A soft repeat The Artist's flourish Is moving emotion Without which The art is undone The power of a peice Comes from feeling Be it love, hate, The obvious choice But without which It has no voice. Genuine is power Fake will break A hollow thing That none can mistake.

Unraveling Designs by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Unraveling Designs

Looping swooping Tricks of the mind Are a dire affliction Of many of my kind An infinite mess Of ideas and plans That end in nothing Tattered by life's hand They have a funny way Of convincing you That all will go well Fruit will bear soon But understand That to understand Is to have peeked life's hand Which is true of no Man. Rambling on Like a broken record I sing a song Of It's strange accord Long winded and dull With no point to crack the skull I ramble on But I have great fun I ramble on Though the path is gone You ramble on Following my tread We ramble on Having already lost the thread.

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Circles by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Tango by FirstAndLastMen, literature

Dinner by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Dinner

October by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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October

Still in Waiting by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Still in Waiting

Goodbye Finn. by FirstAndLastMen, literature

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Goodbye Finn.

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Rising Star

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Power to Move

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Journey: The Mountain by FirstAndLastMen, visual art

Journey: The Mountain

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

United Kingdom
Deviant for 11 years

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i am a guy who has found he enjoys writing and being creative. I have submitted to Deviantart as a way of getting my pieces out there in hope of people seeing my art. I also want to share my ideas with people who don't know me, and to craft my own image and place in the DeviantART community.

Favourite Movies

A.I, Vanilla Sky, Chronicle, Anonymous,

Favourite TV Shows

Sherlock, Brian Cox's Wonders of the Universe

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Two Door Cinema club, The Black Keys, Coldplay, The Killers, Bee Gees, Led Zeppelin,

Favourite Books

The Mortal Engines series, Skulduggery Pleasant, First and Last Men, Star Maker

Favourite Games

Borderlands 2, Mass effect 2 + 3, COD Black Ops, Battlefield 3

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS3

Tools of the Trade

words and reading books

Other Interests

Reading, writing, playing games, Hockey, Drama, Knowing how stuff works

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FirstAndLastMen

Dec 15, 2012

I haven't been on DA much...

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i just felt like an update, and i was getting sick of seeing all those icons on the previous journal. i haven't been on DA much because of exams, and i've been pouring all my creative energy into the beginning of a little something something...

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FirstAndLastMen

Nov 10, 2012

So, one month has passed.

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In one month i have seen loads of incredible things on deviant art. : I have written poems about self discovery, the significance of art, pressure and expectation, death (what poet doesn't?), the freedom of the hunt, the fucked up state of the world, insanity, writers block, the creation of a poem, the death of one of my favourite Tv characters, abandonment and crushed dreams, oppression, more death and a rogue agent on the run. ~imdarkplz (https://www.deviantart.com/imdarkplz) It's been a bit of a rollercoaster ride :iconcryingplz: from a huge high when a piece just flows, :iconrlytearplz: to the uncertainty and the bitter disappointment in yourself when you know you have

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FirstAndLastMen

Nov 1, 2012

Back.

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I'm back from Russia, and it was a very interesting trip. We went to Moscow and St.Petersburg and saw the kremlin, red square, Catherine palace, and a bunch of other things I can't be bothered to name. I have literally just gotten back so i'm really tired, but can't wait for tomorrow because I'll get my first taste of AC III. I've also written another piece called October. I hope you like it.

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Nov 4, 2012

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