Doctor-SV-Moosenberg

Doctor Ser Von Moosenberg

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The Remains of A Burning Phoenix Fire [Revisited] by Doctor-SV-Moosenberg, literature

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The Remains of A Burning Phoenix Fire [Revisited]

Frustration overwhelms me; I'm caught in a psychosomatic cycle of push and pull. The light flickers for it has faulty wiring causing it to be a poor circuit. My mind resembles the danger of bare wires alive yet frayed, having been damaged as like that of a light bulb with a broken filament. There are hard wood floors that stretch across the entirety of this building, feeling cold beneath my bare feet yet welcoming with its cradling touch. I remember a time when I was happy, a time when things would flow eloquently together as if meant. The outlets spark and cause a need for cautious alertness when plugging things in or pulling plugs out. My c

Too Much Drinking, Maybe? by Doctor-SV-Moosenberg, literature

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Too Much Drinking, Maybe?

I spend the days drinking away My riches and what I desire I'm so drunk, don't give a fuck Because Sunday has been a liar Monday came and so I lay A headache in this hour Dazed and confused, nothing to do Besides a daughter who needs deflowered I'm flawed and sick Twisted and ill Born of a jackal Raised by wolves You, my darling, look quaint; delicious I hope for my bite not to be too vicious Though at times I can be absent; oblivious I'll eat your core and make you do dishes I'm an animal.

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I look at my life and I question why did I allow myself to become subject to a situation in which I could’ve completely prevented? They keep quiet as I walk by or stand in their presence. It is a choice for me to have the inoculation of my being being contorted into the perfect and ideal version of what is expected of me. It’s easier to sweep under the rug and push away rather than embrace and understand. I’m left here dumb struck and completely sunken in by the pressures of those who deem me less worthy or unimportant. I found myself floating in this lawless area of unknown where I’m elevated and aerial in likeness. T

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Soft songs of sorrow chorus the melancholy sounds of starving children. It infects the ears of anxious parents as they scream for mercy; begging for their lives. The bombs dropped so suddenly as though meant, leaving their homes vanquished; having all that's left of their memories turned to ash and ruin without recognition. Bodies lay in the streets as the screams of children echo to no prevail. There are pools of blood soaking into the concrete slowly, then bubbling down stream like a rushing river towards a drainage grate. Those physically unaffected by the blast scurry in the act of taking cover. What was once a quiet neighborhood is now t

October 1st, 2020 by Doctor-SV-Moosenberg, literature

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October 1st, 2020

The leaves change; colours become vibrant. My lack of enthusiasm is apparent. The moment is now, my time is just. My eyes look beyond their focus; I haven't any depth perception and can't tell how far I've come. There is an obstruction in my view looking forward. I wanted this, I tell myself. The heartbreak and missing pieces. An oddity of sorts; lost in the ether I am. High on anxiety; pushing forcibly into a wall. Cornered in my own mind, I find comfort in the absence of others. I question if the pain will be absolved without action taken. But, my psyche is in need of dopamine. Yet, I overdosed on the colour scheme of the day. Oh, how pleas

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The sky refracted colors of a pleasing spectrum. The sun bright and unaffected by our size. I feel something out of the ordinary typing this to you. I don't know quite of what it is but I'm left uneasy; unsettled. I feel a force pushing me back as like that of a violent wind. I woke up all discombobulated as if having gone through a twister. I also woke up in a different place than I had accidently fallen asleep. I was missing a sock. I don't know who you are or any of your intentions really. I haven't a clue as to your purpose here or of how you came to find such a wretched rabbit hole. But I do know this much, I foretold your coming. I have

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Like the steam off my coffee, I hover. Misspoken and misconstrued misunderstandings mistakenly ministered to be miss used and rejected as false data, I’ve repeated repetitively this back-and-forth motion I carry. Standing stalling states of steel thoughts upright in the forward facing position, I question this inquiry to the fullest extent. Quite often I find myself daydreaming and I begin to wonder if this is my coping mechanism; I withdrawal in an evasively defensive act of self preservation and find myself becoming less affected by the world around me. The taste of bitter liquid stains my teeth as I overindulge in a luxury that fuels

The Father Inside - An Original Song by Doctor-SV-Moosenberg, literature

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The Father Inside - An Original Song

It's never that easy, to lay it all down It's never that easy, to turn it around But let me tell you, how this ain't real Just let me tell you, your pain will heal We build these walls just to tear them down We push and shove but never really get out Yet buried deep within our hearts that sound and beat Resides the fire of God; it's the bliss within me So throw your fists to the sky and echo your voice To live is to fight and to survive is a choice We breathe just to die yet we still should rejoice For it's the Father inside who gives us the noise (x2) It's never that easy, to let it all go It's never that easy, but you already know That w

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Artist // Literature

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Deviant for 8 years

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My art doesn't define who you are but can be used to help you to define yourself. Art is the tool I use to reveal myself to myself and the world alike. What I create is of my own creation for I am a creator. The pieces I have here are some of the many works I have done over the course of my life and are uploaded in real time. I am a free spirit, who is usually lost in free thought. As life goes on and I age closer to my death, I've come to realize that those free thoughts seem to be all I truly have. My story is all I am. My truth is all I know. My life is the only one I'll live. I hope you find what you're looking for. And if not, keep looking. You'll find the answers you seek.

Favourite Visual Artist

God

Favourite Movies

ABC's of Death/V for Vendetta/Jesus

Favourite TV Shows

Adventure Time/Rocko's Modern Life

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Gerard Way/Kurt Cobain/Janis Joplin

Favourite Books

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland/Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Favourite Games

Fullmetal Alchemist

Favourite Gaming Platform

PlayStation

Tools of the Trade

The Collective Consciousness

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Doctor-SV-Moosenberg

Jan 6, 2021

I may outlive the devil himself.

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Doctor-SV-Moosenberg

Dec 9, 2020

Tired and awake; rested and asleep. The devil yawns as God creeps. Turn tables have become tables turned; a victim becomes a survivor while the survivor regresses to hurt. Who are they and we are who? Good and evil have better things to do. Walls bac...