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I triedI tried to count my scars,More Like This
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was pulled from my eyes by gravity.
By this invisible force that makes me
Oh, so, miserable.
during high school: junior year.skylerMore Like This
i cry every time i realize that i had to say "i'm sorry"
more often than "i love you";
i hope you knew i meant both.
we were in pre-cal and i was going through your journal
while you made paper flowers to put in my hair.
we both failed the test from last week,
but those returned papers just became more roses.
your beret was on the floor, near my foot, and i apologized fifteen and a half times
for accidentally stepping on it;
you put tape over my mouth to shut me up.
you always talked about art museums,
even more than me.
your favorite painting is in new york,
and mine is in brussels.
you wanted to lay in swirling blue wind,
and i wanted to kiss marat.
i remember you would always get mad at me
for not liking da vinci very much.
he was a revolution, as far as you were concerned,
and in that battle you were both fighting against me;
i didn't care that he wasn't even your favorite,
i just loved the passion that burned your crystal eyes.
do you remember sitting in the m
October, 2012The sky was full of stars that nightMore Like This
Twinkling just like jewels
I took a stroll
Around the knoll
And the thing behind awoke
The trees made song with rustling leaves
Dancing in the wind
A perfect night
Felt not quite right
And the thing behind gave pause
Out from my flask I took a sip
To warm me just a touch
I turned around
What was that sound?
But the thing behind had hid
The dew rested on the flowers
They knelt down in repose
I knelt down too
To tie my shoe
And the thing behind gave chase
Open Letter from a SurvivalistAsk if I love youMore Like This
Shiver as if I am cold
Maybe I am, but
You don't know all of it
I can't blame you
I say it in so few words
"I love you too"
Four words, Ambassadors
For the leviathan:
If you left, maybe I'd be happy, but only
After some time,
I'd go drinking with my friends
As the door to my room, It is there at night I'll remember
As the small silver cables vibrate under my fingers sped
By the rum I keep saved
For concerts to the dark
here's to losing youhey, wow,More Like This
great! you do!
are you happy?
no, but here, have my
see me turn myself
upside down when we run
into each other.
while you are shaking hands
and kissing babies
still smiling for smiling's sake,
I've seen the real you
crying into wine. I've felt you
stain my shirt black-streaked
with hidden away things
creased things, folded
and in the process, you
soaked my soul in
spooning your vulnerability
was better than
in one blind night,
better than the electric jolts
you sent burning up my arms
when you grabbed my hand
one day, out of the clear blue,
better than that first kiss
when both our tensions
dissolved into each other
like butter in a hot pan.
nothing has quite matched the night
when I saw you naked, saw you
emotionally undress for the first time:
Untitledmaybe i truly am insaneMore Like This
i know that i don't want to speak to you but
i don't ever want to be left alone
haunted by the ghost of your naked body
the memory of the nights you spent
without any tangible reminder
any one physical remnant to keep me satiated
stave off the loneliness that fills the hole you'd leave
i never want to be without
the sweetness in your sea glass eyes
the self conscious and small sound that rings
when you force laughter at a joke you know
you should have found funny, but
you didn't because you aren't quite the same
not quite like the rest we know
and the way it makes my spine tingle with pride and hate
i'm not sure it should be possible
for me to be two such polar opposites
but then i remember how you know so much and so little
and i think maybe we're both insane
and maybe we've been made for each other
So You Want to Join an RP GroupMore Like This
So You Want to Join an RP Group
A Guide to Creating and Playing Original Group RP Characters
Disclaimer: People have different styles of roleplaying. This centers around the style that I and my friends use. When reading instructional manuals for creative endeavors, always take suggestions with the knowledge that everyone likes different things.
RP groups are a lot of fun. After having exclusively done single one on one roleplays for the last nine or ten years, I only recently discovered the world of the deviantArt RP group. Many -- sometimes even hundreds! -- people gather in one location, all interested in the same base concept, and all hungry for roleplaying! It sounds like a writer's fantasy.
You almost always end up hitting it off with a couple of people whose style of writing compliments yours. The bonds you forge and the friendships that come with them are immensely strong, and you'll find people there for