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What is this group about?

Some of our many themes are:

- artifice over nature;
- art somewhat influenced by the tradition of the Gothic novel;
- art part dark/part sarcastic/part pessimistic;
- portrayal of the horror and madness of the modern world;
- longing for isolation;
- themes that had been taboo;
- duality of order and chaos;

Do you accept visual arts?

~ Our sister group for Decadence in visual arts is

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We are the Decadents of the modern world.
We have a sophisticated taste.
We share and are looking for inspiration.

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BanishmentI don't mind
If I gone
To the La-la-la
Where lies
A too much
Of allright.

Oh please and please not -
True matter the ox -
Oh circles -
Where all the Explains
For meagre -
Roll to leave

Motoring heat wave
With shouts and shimmy
To run-run for cobs
And look 'way to see
The sadness of the quick
DisguisesBanishment by ~Bil-Sabab

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TemporizingHome is waiting
As a dream
Which named the wrong
Numb-er

Lied! -

And more:
The world posses
The Out -
As the noise
Come up like "yes"
Around the forest.
In twilight,
When halos playing
And scare the hands -
That used for ocean -
By haze and fire.Temporizing by ~Bil-Sabab

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Pretty lifeless broken

I love the way red looks against your skin,
The way you beg me to stop again,
I adore the fear in you're eyes,
The face you make as you cry,
The way you writhe in pain,
Your blood pouring down like summers rain,
Oh you look so good cowering against the floor,
So adorable when you scream 'no more',
So silly how you hope for someone one to hear,
Oh just love the way you shiver in fear,
But now the rush is rising almost done,
You're cries delicious,
You're pain so fun,
My pretty bloody broken one.
Almost gone,
So lovely is you're choke,
Breathing hard against the rope,
Your eyes grow empty full of dread,
Oh one last cry,
Pretty lifeless broken by ~XxSumieLoveNerdsxX

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When I was young...When I was young,
a little star fell down my eyes
It was you fighting for a life
in this world of roses...

I lost the core of this melody
But I remember you playing
Deep in my dreams
I knew your heart was pure

Will I found this loneliness again?
I tried to remember you
I cry,because the sun has faded
And our song is broken

Playing with the night
My beautiful love,release me
Enjoy the silence in the dark

Stream of passion,
crying tears and meaningless words
I can't fly to you,I am broken
Please,release me(because my dream is broken...) When I was young... by ~BizarreKiddo666

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finally by ~Amarum

Hopeit's been the confidence talking since something
broke along the way and made me anew
I relish the wind turning my head round
God I feel so alive after nearly falling down

tumbling rolling till I could not see the light

and damn it feels indeed fine
having creased my brow I look out for all the colour
smooth talk people overpower world with an illusion
that might this time ring true

feeling for once good in my own goddamn skin

even poetry seems to taste better
heavy vowels melting on the palate
rhymes go along well with the rush
I feel circulating all the time within my blood

and maybe there is indeed sunlight meant to smooth
the wriHope by ~Amarum

date rape by ~Amarum

procrastinatethere's not really much going on
we've been through but not really

thinking stuff out and then slowly forgetting everything once again
time after time

hey, my voice's dying but see your eyes
they're ashen white closing against the wind
of my words breath slowly echoing

echo echoing echoingly in my skull

see for yourself

there's nothing dull words mixing up
and streaming down the inside of your face

dream darling, dream with just echoes
and words never fully pronounced

here, a bow and just another round

everything going up and down lazily
agonizingly slow on a day like this one

my head's heavy onto my hand and I try not to
fall asleprocrastinate by ~Amarum

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Prose

steady breaths IIt's not as if you understand him or those things you keep getting popping into your thoughts at the most inappropriate moments, when the two of you laugh at something or there's just another loud and clear word of approval from John. Things happen only because of logical causes, like money, twisted emotions, unfinished things, deeds or, less surprisingly than it used to be to you, sex. The latter, you'll fairly sure, is one of the most common motives and yet, you still haven't got the slightest idea why. Sure, blokes can look good, ladies just as well, but… It's just a term to you. An adjective others use to describe other others. And wsteady breaths I by ~Amarum

braid me alive IXChapter IX
false names

The interview she makes with him is surprisingly quick and yet thorough. She asks him for the relationship they have (of course they're friends, who would dare to think otherwise?), Moriarty's family status or any relatives living close (he's an orphan and Sherlock is the only one close to him, it's simple as that), any drug or food related allergies and finally names of the two. Sherlock looks at her dully, he's mind already racing, thinking out a good solution.

"We went to a bar when all of this happened" the lie goes silkily past his lips, he's eyes full of doubtless sadness. "He caught himself in the middle of onebraid me alive IX by ~Amarum

braid me alive VII, part twoChapter VII, part two
"breath"

The road is bumpy and light flickers onto Sherlock's shut closed eyes, his head swaying back and forth to the rhythm of Moriarty's muffled and strained breath. It's cold in the ambulance, the high pitch of the sirens echoing against the metal doors dully, whispers of each member of the staff blending into one another, misting his head slightly. The sweater is damply heavy in his arms and Sherlock doesn't even dare to move so not to fall further down this awful path of ice like void he's been feeling build up in his chest. Even though it does sound childish and petty at best, he feels just braid me alive VII, part two by ~Amarum

braid me alive VIIIChapter eight
"chlorine"

The darkness overwhelms him and it's too frightening to open the eyes on the spot when nothing but grey after-taste of it is everything that remains. Colours are flashing blindly through his closed eyelids, whispers just above his head misting his thoughts over, blending into the dull echo of the siren or some breath, metres if not miles away from his grasp. There's something cool being pressed against the side of his chest, sticky and smelly in its fluffy roughness. Sherlock isn't sure where his body begins and where cold hands of the paramedics end. Everything is liquid in action, one second he hears a cbraid me alive VIII by ~Amarum

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Song lyrics

ORIG Lyrics: Suffocation by ~Damali-Rivera

ORIG Lyrics: Broken Home

Broken Home

(Verse)
Why even bother with false tears and goodbyes?
You broke my heart, don't even start,
With the tainted love and beautiful lies.

(Chorus)
You were the one who shattered our dreams,
Ripped the fairy tale pages right at the seams.
You were the one who left us alone,
To keep together a broken home.

(Verse)
How many times did you touch her lips?
While I waited day and night, it wasn't right,
You loved me with soiled fingertips.

(Chorus)
You were the one who shattered our dreams,
Ripped the fairy tale pages right at the seams.
You were the one who left us alone,
To keep together a broken home.

(Bridge)
You're ORIG Lyrics: Broken Home by ~Damali-Rivera

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by ~B0NDART, Feb 18, 2010, 9:02:03 AM
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The main focus of the group is a common interest - decadence, and we are here to help you find inspiration. Promoting your art is also important, but not the main objective.

Feel free to suggest submissions, join the group and suggest discussion topics.

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~JediHobbit89 Oct 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you kindly for your acceptance! I've been looking over your page for a while now, but I can't seem to find any submission procedures. What are they?

~ChainOfSorrow Aug 5, 2010

=S I think I submitted one poem to the wrong folder the when I submitted my last 3 deviations, but I'm not sure which one it is =S
Well, if I did submit anything to the wrong folder please tell me, I'll re-submit it. I'm sorry for the mistake.

~MidnightDirge Aug 5, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

No. Everything is fine... don't worry.

~ChainOfSorrow Aug 6, 2010

Great then

~O-ph-3-l-i-A Jul 9, 2010 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Can I submit draws?

~MidnightDirge Jul 9, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Drawings? No, sorry... this is a literature club.

~paper-imagination Jul 2, 2010

Thank you very much for accepting me

*Michaeldavitt Jul 1, 2010 Professional Writer

Why does the type in the gallery folders appear so large?

~B0NDART Jul 2, 2010 Professional Photographer

hmmm.. no idea. I see it in normal size.

~MidnightDirge Jul 2, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

What are you referring to exactly?

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