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Spookpaint Avatar3 months ago in Surreal
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Self-Portrait 2/2012 6 months ago in Conceptual
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hangover doodles4 months ago in Macabre & Horror
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Alchemy over Tricycle 6 months ago in Conceptual
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Torn slowly2 weeks ago in Drawings
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[Free] Green Fairy Icon6 months ago in deviantART
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Hell3 months ago in Landscapes & Scenery
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WorthDo you have a best to offer?Worth2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you give yourself to me?
Is there anything inside of you that I would like to see?
Can you do what I desire?
Can you give until it hurts?
And will you bleed metallic paper in giant, painful spurts?
Or are you of no use to me,
A toxically vague misfortune?
I am the one who deems your worth and you've received it: broken.
Little Lost BoyLittle Lost Boy2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little lost boy,
Gone so far from home,
Kicking at the dirt and stones,
Forced to walk and roam.
Little lost boy,
Sauntering down the road.
You always had the option child,
You could have done as you were told.
Where are you going child?
Where do you plan to stay?
You know that you are dead to them,
It did not have to be this way.
Little lost boy,
Pretending that you're fine,
But when the lights turn off,
You'll realize that you're lying.
Little lost boy,
Still-burning with you're anger.
Your chance to feel a guardian's love,
You tossed away to feel desire.
Where are you going child?
Where do you plan to stay?
You know t
Sail 1 2 months ago in Transportation
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Mistyrose 2 months ago in Other
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Charon the FerrymanCharon the Ferryman2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I.
Oars in,
Oars out.
Oars in,
Oars out.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
The boat approaches
The grey shoreline.
The glass beneath you,
Soft against your feet.
You stand in wait and watch.
Oars in,
Oars out.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Oars in,
Breathe out.
Breathe in,
Oars out.
The ominous figure stands in stone
Holding out his hand.
As he approaches the shore,
To fetch his reward,
You stay on uneven sand.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Muscles tighten from anticipation.
The man shows no pity,
No compassion.
His hand outstretched towards you
As the oars dip into the water
An
Enemies Everywhere! Run SheppardEnemies Everywhere! Run Sheppard! Just Run!Enemies Everywhere! Run Sheppard2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
HymnI.Hymn2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My parents never took me to church. Maybe that’s why my eyes lit up when you asked me to join you last Christmas Eve. After that first sermon, I realized why my parents never went. I only kept going back because you kept asking and I just couldn’t bear to see your smile falter.
II.
Your family has never painted eggs for Easter morning. They consider it a mockery of God. Instead, you painted yourself in a dress of white lace and me in a new pinstripe suit so that we could hide among the congregation. The way you see it, the devil cannot consume what he cannot ever find.
III.
Easter is a holiday for losing yourself to int
Forest Faerie Tale - Another Night for the FaeriesRunning around the forest, screaming and spitting.Forest Faerie Tale - Another Night for the Faeries2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holes in the neck, tears in the sides, blood on the sheets.
Fear in the eyes and terror in the heart, covering the shame - for now.
Shoes and laughter following behind, stumbling after the trail of tatters.
Sweat and snot and blood and blood, mud and rocks and roots and dark.
Despair and hate and humor and blood, soaked in blood, and out for blood.
Moon rays leading and stars helping along, sounds of traffic making the footsteps fall faster.
Squirrels are frozen and birds all watching but the footsteps only pound harder.
Thud, thud, gasp, tumble, scream, screech, laugh, kick,
Clouded mind 2 months ago in Abstract
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Trapecista del circo In process3 months ago in Drawings
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Ink Portrait3 months ago in Vector
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Spring3 months ago in Fantasy
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Served Nude3 months ago in Scraps
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Look at MeSuppressed childhood tragediesLook at Me3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dull morning hangovers
can make mirrors become silver puzzles --
meant for palm prints and fingertips
to trace shivers through the spine
because crystal blue valleys
are worth more when explored
in saltwater reflections
of decaying tooth enamel
than in the eyes of someone else
No matter what you believe,
I know this can’t be me
stairway4 months ago in Surreal
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tiha noc4 months ago in Landscapes & Scenery
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madness4 months ago in Surreal
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