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cages
i.
caged water casts
       neat gentle
               little ripples
onto the polished
       tiled floor
               i see
               little cracks of
sunlight snake across my worn jeans and the
       air smells a
       little of salt
and something bitter like
       crystals of the rage
       that the little aquarium fish
       cannot express
because theyve never known more than
       glass glass glass
               and tap tap tap
       and sticky fingerprints
       that smudge their sky
and if youre a fish who lives in glass and breathes in stale molecules what  
       does it matter
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a reflection on goodbyes
Sadness and I are old friends;
her thick and heavy syllables ooze
into my ear canal and stagnate.
I can feel her wings chill
the air below my eyelids;
even when my irises
are full of sun, her feathers
flicker in and out of my vision.
They say she fears laughter, so I
laugh and laugh until my body aches but
with each convulsion I feel her grip me tighter.
No one will hold me like sadness does;
tenderly, lovingly, constantly,
no one will listen like sadness does;
with a wrinkled, broken ear and a heart
that knows me better than I know myself.
What does sadness smell like? She smells
like freshly cut golden grass, humid air, rain-soaked mud;
she smells like the people I've seen for the last time; she smells like
the places I left so long ago.
What does sadness look like? She looks
like my grandfathers in the creases around her eyes,
my long ago friends in the twist of her twitching lips, and in
her inky eyes I see the reflection of every place I laughed in,
every place I cried in, every p
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letter to cinderella
hello cinderella,
       hello my love my
sweet saccharine doll with the
acrylic smile,
        a thin red scar
that never fades, only flakes slowly away.
how neatly you sit, how gently your
fleshy scorched palms tremble in your lap
how perfectly your pliant fingers lock together
       joins inserted tightly
       between your jagged knuckles, your
wrists evenly swollen by the polished iron
       binding you
       to your dress,
how lovely you are.
i love your glassy eyes,
      your wishing well
      eyes i see myself in,
      a smooth opaque surface
circumscribed by plucked eyelash and groomed eyebrow.
how could i forget
      cinderella, you are my validation
your whitefish feet, your elastic arches
      fit neatly into all my displays
packaged in these glass slippers
   
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Spring Cleaning
a) in the bookshelf
My feather-duster, fine as
neurons, prowls across the fake wood
thats sags with
the weight of too many pages.
Clean, white pages now
grey and wavy,
weathered by greedy fingerprints seeking
words.
b) under the bed
Two socks that don't match lay limply
intertwined with fourth grade art
and last year's World War One test.
Forlorn objects, forgotten by the
cerebrum that once produced them,
condemned to slow asphyxiation
by gathering dust.
c) on the desk
My own Himalayas are formed from
line paper, graph paper, printing paper
stacked without order and without thought.
Remnants of nights full of headaches,
drooping eyes, aching wrists and
ink stains on frantic palms.
d) (stuffed) in the drawers
Like floodgates my Biology worksheets
spill from the doors holding them back,
heterotroph, spontaneous generation,
hinge joints, all come rushing back.
There are the things I was looking
for, but so much time has passed I no longer
need them,
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between
stop thinking, just feel, with that
grimy heart of yours so
murky, clouded,
twisted,
wrung from scaly hands
that squeezed the light
from your soul.
don’t pray
don’t defile the skies with your
serpent's lies and your
demon’s eyes that glow red
when you love too much.
you dangled me over the abyss,
told me to hang on,
hold me like a lifeline,
and i did i clawed
your fair arms raw i begged
until my mouth ran red but you
just smiled
flashed your fangs in the moonlight,
and dropped me.
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Empty Knives
Our princess is a warrior, the people whisper, warming their wind-worn hands by the fire. The sluggish smell of gasoline diffuses into their pores and oozes into their veins. Their clothing is hard with filth, the skin on their faces is merely a scab, their eyes are empty sockets. But deep within their pneumonic chests, the desire to hope burns bright. One young man holds a photograph in his shaking hands. There she is, their princess- bright red hair, sharp cheekbones, bright green eyes, a wolf's smile. Fight me, her eyes laugh. Fight me, and die. I am not afraid of you.
Her brightness and her ferocity straighten their aching spines. They will fly her face on their flags, they will sing her songs as they march into war. She is fearless, they think. Those who have seen her wave from balconies say they can see her eyes shining from miles away. Her wolf-smile fills their hearts with an inexplicable pride. The young man's cracked lips part in a smile and he tucks her portrai
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The Crocodile's Tears
You’re crying again. You’re in your room in the corner with the cobwebs and your bottles on the floor. You’re on your knees and you’re rocking back and forth. Your makeup falls in clumps from your face. Your white dress is smeared with red and no one can tell if the stains are from the wine or the glass shards forming a mosaic on the floor.
We know why you cry. We can all see the red in your eyes and the paleness of your cheeks. We can all see how your fingernails are flayed like paper. We know that you don’t eat and sleep and you just stare out of your window, wasting your years and your life because your ghost doesn’t stay.
They tell you he’s not worth it but to you he’s everything. He comes for a month and he fills your world with sun and gold and jewels. He spirits you away to Paris and he takes you to London. You stand with him at the tip of the world and smile as you realize he smells like rain. His baritone laugh fills your heart a
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they only spare the gentle ones
his chrysalis hangs around
his waist, green tongue
fastened tight, his eyes
drowning in the chlorophyll
(he wishes it was chloroform).
he the cancerous, he the
carcinogen likes to hold
the nuclei and crush
them in his meaty palms
scatter the cytosol in droplets
(cytosol or cyanide?).
he did not like artemis,
her blood cells pulsed
to the antithesis of his heart
with membrane, he fastened her
to his ankles but she
bit him, refused to let go so
one by one he plucked her teeth,
strung them on her polymers,
and hammered them into her vertebrae.
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Love Letters II
iv.
who was i but a
delicate girl, fresh and ripe
for your picking, hanging by
my bony ankles from the
apple trees, soft thighs bronzed
and gently cooked in the
sun’s hungry, lurid rays.
v.
they promised you would love me,
an exquisite wildflower, a diamond shining
through stone, a proud face with
good cheekbones, strong jaw, fierce eyes,
warrior’s eyes shining like embers against
rich tan skin, a supple figure,
lean, petite, a rose petal in
the wind and they painted me,
gave me curves and put teasing
wickedness in my eyes, slimmed my
cheeks, took the slouch and pout
from my face, made me a
regal, queenly beauty so that you
vulture among men, would grin.
vi.
you wanted a woman, you got a
girl, a nature spirit who loved to
make daisy laurels and drape them over
gargoyles, an empty-headed dreamer, a child
who named the stars, who grabbed your
icy hands and tried to twirl you
in a graceless dance, but my joy
confused you, my innocence startled you, my
love and childish devotio
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Love Letters for an Empty Grave
i.
three roses
for three
pairs of
little hands
one rose
for every
gravestone.
ii.
i still have
your photograph sewn
into the lining
under my palm
even though it
burns me.
iii.
all your mourners, they
dress in night but
with you i wore
shadows all the time
so now i wear
blinding red, painful red,
like i am your
artery, destined always to
work and fail and
bleed for you.
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don't wait for me at heaven's gates
don't wait for me at heaven's gates
don't take that yearning look back
i won't follow, my wings will melt
like icarus
and i will fall, laughing
into the earth's dark heart.
oh you fool yourself in life and death holding
onto some wispy hope that i
with my murky soul and
demon's eyes could find
myself in a kingdom of gold.
oh what do you think of me what gems
do you see glittering in the shadowy
cavern of my heart, the acidic
pit where all love burns and all
kindness shrivels up what do
you see?
oh you must be blind, you must have
scars over your eyes to think that
i with my angel's wings made of lizard skin
could soar softly into the blue sky
mingle with the gentle clouds
feel the wind kiss my cheeks and the
spirits guide my hands.
no, my hands burnt in Hellfire
do you see the scabs, the red and scarlet
do you see the lines where my green veins
hardened to black obsidian, and where
my translucent skin lets the rotting bone
peek out at you?
no, my heart is a cesspool of germ and decay
t
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Where Broken Dreams Gather
Upon reflection, I realize the strangest things happen Sunday afternoons. Four Sundays ago, I saw a seagull wearing a black hat. Three Sundays ago there was a moose singing opera, and two Sundays ago my flowers wilted and regrew within the hour. Perhaps I am going insane, perhaps my mind is being lost among the dreams I so often keep away from reality. But what I saw last Sunday could not be my insanity- it rang far too true for falsehood.
That afternoon, as I strolled down the sidewalk, I came upon a rather peculiar town. The first oddity I noticed was that it had come from practically nowhere. A series of squat, rickety buildings had risen from the dusty brown soil the plain. No roads led in, and none went out- save for my sidewalk. In fact, the town line was quite clear. The shops and roads all ended abruptly as though they had been chopped off with a giant scissor.
I, having never heard of a town this near to my ordinary home before, approached cautiously. My sidewalk wound towards
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Descent
Maria had a baby. No one ever talks about it but we all know. She was full of curves and hips and dark brown skin and soft eyes. Her laugh was loose and loud, a drunk person's joy on her lips every time she smiled. She had gentle hands and she used to smell like rain. Everyone used to say she was perfect, she was the happiest girl in the world. But Maria was rotting inside. No one knew, no one could have guessed that her mind absorbed love and turned it to self-loathing. No one thought that sweet, happy Maria wanted to fall asleep one night and never wake up. No one could have imagined that she wanted to float, like an angel, down to heaven.
Maria was a caged animal. Her sadness and her fears prowled around her and backed her into a corner. So Maria tore a hole in the wall, packed her bags and left at 3:00 AM in the morning. She walked down the empty roads like a phantom and followed the trains to nowhere. She vanished into the cornfields and no one saw her for two years.
When she came
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I who silenced your goddesses
Who are you the humans ask me in quiet whispers that worry at my ears like gnats.
I do not answer and look down haughtily from my throne of stars.
Human?
No, I laugh.
Alien?
On your terms? I am not from elsewhere, I am not from anywhere, I have moved far
far
away from the lowly state of ‘belonging’, of having an anchor that ties me down.
Goddess?
No, not your type of goddess.
I know the universe ripples when I bend my fingertips, but the power in me is not
for healing
because I know that Hera gives life, Demeter grows, Artemis hunts, and Persephone laughs but
I
take life with every breath, tear with every tear, hunt to kill, destroy laughter when I smile.
Frigg gives love, Freya inspires it, but I grind love under my heel burn it in my nebulae.
I put Isis and Nekhbet in chains, I silenced Aphrodite and bound Venus to the stake.
My heart is powered by fury and hatred is the liquid fire gushing through my arteries,
resent is the power that holds my spine
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Who is Daphne Deighton?
Today is September 26th, 2016. It is a cool, crisp autumn day. School is back in session. Some people have started decorating for Halloween.
Today is September 26th, 2016, and it has been 24 days since Daphne Deighton went missing.
A young girl walks down Maple Street, hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets. Her shoulders are hunched against the wind that whips her dark hair around her head. Scarlet and orange leaves roll in waves down the street. Some cling to her legs.
She keeps walking until she reaches the intersection. Cars flash by and shower her in gutter water, but she doesn't seem to notice. Against the chaotic movement around her she stands eerily still. Her eyes are fixed on the lamppost in front of her, where a piece of faded paper is fluttering helplessly against the tape holding it down. The words are faded but the picture in the middle is frighteningly clear.
It's a standard, school yearbook photo of a teenage girl. But instead of smiling this girl peers out at the worl
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the devil showed up at your door
the devil showed up at your door
with a bouquet of white flowers
you smelled deeply and took him in.
why?
oh was it the smile they all love
that dark curl of the lips, that dark
promise that sends shivers down your
spine, that sinister line where his scarlet
lips press together in a pale white line,
that flash of bone-white teeth that makes
your heart skip too many beats?
oh i know it was the way his nails
dig into your skin, you love the half-moon
welts that rise on your soft arms like a brand
to tell you you belong to something, even though
your owner smells like ash from the fires of hell.
oh you love to run your hands through his hair,
wet with tears and wine and cold winter rain,
feel the sharp harsh lines of his face
think you can thaw him and change that
overcooked heart so full of scars and dry blood it
weights too much for his shoulders.
oh you love those eyes layered like skin,
that epidermis of dark blue and those veins of
gold and that layer of scarlet scabs you love
to pee
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No Mourners, No Funerals
There were no mourners when I died
So only Mother Nature grieved.
For my death, she dressed in keening night
Swathed in stars as if for them
To be my missing mourners who wept and cried.
There was no funeral when I died
So only Mother Nature held one.
She decorated my casket with flowers wild
Sobbing clouds and rain as if for us
To be mother mourning her own born child.
No mourners, no funerals when I died.
So Mother Nature loosed a sigh
When her duties to grieve for me were done
And moved on to grieve the next dead one.
Leaving me alone again, without goodbye–
No true mourners, no true funerals when I died.
None bother for a soul like I.
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there's something so raw about winter mornings
when the cold air reaches your exposed skin
i wake up with the dawn to unfinished dreams.
(don't leave me here without your warmth)
i'm finding more fascination with the words i don't understand.
lexicon in languages long lost to ashes
speaks to me.
i want a word for
the way nightfall after a day of thunderstorms is
quiet.
and nothing but soft, deep, dark.
do you dream about it too?
gradients in scarlet and rose, in blue shimmering on silver
the sky was a painting, back then.
(don't forget that colors exist behind that realm of clouds)
do you realize that i still think about you?
it returns without warning like
a book disappears under the new covers on the shelf
and some day it surfaces again, forgotten
how its pages feel but no one ever forgets
how to dust it off and murmur,
oh, i used to love this one.
they're looking forward to summer already,
turned away from sunlight and wind,
shelter in the cold.
all we want is to feel home.
i miss what i never had.
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love notes from an ivory tower.
i give you my midnights, my eleventh hours;
i give you the first taste of caffeine in the
morning, the opening of curtains, and their
closing too. i give you the moments spent
staring in open jewellery boxes and thinking
of your rhinestone teeth glistening in dark
rooms; i give you the silence of closed doors
and closed eyes, every fragment of reflection
at three am. i give it all to you, the hours,
and the quiet, the pieces of myself that only my
walls have seen. i know you will give me yours
in return, the sweep of your palms on cold sheets,
the beat of your feet on bicycle pedals -
that first suck of air on a Sunday afternoon.
you will give me crossed shoulder-blades,
the aches of late nights lost in libraries that
whisper my name from a thousand worn spines;
i give you it all, and gladly, knowing that my
midnights, my doorway pausing and thoughts of you
slipped between the headlights of passing cars,
the thrum of your heartbeat echoing still
in the hum of all these people rushing p
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Midnight Air
The world freezes in the arms of Time,
As if holding its breath, waiting for something –
Anything – to happen before the morning bells chime,
But there is nothing except a distant cricket-song and my own breathing
I gaze into the sky, sprinkled with stars like fragmented glass,
Stretching into a world undisturbed by mankind;
And as my toes curl into damp grass,
I contemplate the angelic world overhead, undefined.
A star is born every time we dream –
The sky never holds the same constellations twice
For we evolve, causing the night to gleam
With wonders and hopes of paradise
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babylon
i.
the first stone was a pebble, whore of babylon,
that you refused to take too gently
between your teeth
ii.
he pressed flowers in your face
to say “swallow,”
hands bursting with color
you cried out
but gravel fell from open lips
and weighed you down
iii.
his mouth broke
one by one
your blood vessels
but you loved until
you liked the bruise-
(proof you could
keep him in one place
long enough to leave a mark)
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Story Guide aka beem's contribution to society
alternate title: my english teacher's lessons on creative writing really suck so have this writing guide
Okay in all seriousness I started this guide in April and stopped come August, but with Skye writing her guide I figured hey let's dig up this ol' thing, update it a bit, and share it with the wider world so maybe they can learn stuff.
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i.
caged water casts
       neat gentle
               little ripples
onto the polished
       tiled floor
               i see
               little cracks of
sunlight snake across my worn jeans and the
       air smells a
       little of salt
and something bitter like
       crystals of the rage
       that the little aquarium fish
       cannot express
because theyve never known more than
       glass glass glass
               and tap tap tap
       and sticky fingerprints
       that smudge their sky
and if youre a fish who lives in glass and breathes in stale molecules what  
       does it matter if you breathe or dont because
       theres nowhere to go nothing to do
               same old same old up and down and maybe si de wa ys but
       there are only so many directions
       there are only so many ways from a to z
       what happens once you want to stop theres
       nothing
       you can do about it
       if youre a fish in a cage
       why not go limp
       and comatose
       and just
       f
       l
       o
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ii.
there is nothing fouler than the human soul // there is nothing more fabricated than the human face // there is nothing more hollow than the human voice // because we are so proud of our spines and our thumbs we dont stop and consider // what we crush when we walk // what we break when we grip // and we twist arms and pinch and smirk when we cause pain because // we take in power like a drug // we want it we need it we desire control and that is why we cage things // that is why the lethargic lion stares balefully from behind the glass because to tame the king of beasts is putting nature under the thumbs it gave us // and yet the lion is not enough because // we make our brothers kneel in the dirt and make our sisters shine our shoes // we bind and break and bind again // we carry chains around our necks and ropes at our hips because god forbid anything run free // we smile to conceal our pain and laugh through sorrow so half the smiles you see are as hollow as our promises // we lie in the way we look and tuck our secrets behind our eyes // and perhaps we are so tired of lies we would rather watch the lion sleep its life away // because at least the lion has never learnt how to lie.

iii.
we think we are autonomous; this is our first mistake because
       we have our own brains but our brains are not our own because
       with the firing of every neuron a thousand outcomes are balanced and weighed an
       intricate process puppeteered by Norm and Expectation.
i have been told i am standing still but i know i am
       running from these two predators my feet are still but my mind is fleeing for its life because
       they wont kill you they cant touch your skin but they can
       eat slowly away at your mind like
       parasites make you so empty you reach for your soul and instead find a hole that never ends.
Norm is crumbling with age but its stare has not withered
       every move is scrutinized under a monocle, a microscope
       documented on centuries-old paper so fragile every abnormality makes it tremble because
       if your footprints are too deep you sink, too shallow you fall
       so Norm casts a rope around your ankles
Expectation is sharp and deadly with youth and energy
       its teeth are primed for biting, claws sharpened for scratching in a pain
       that will never go away etching in scars you cannot forget because when you look in the mirror
       a thousand strangers’ eyes stare back and tether you to them.
we are not so different from the caged
       but unlike the fish and the lion we cannot we cannot break our cages
       with our bodies, our cages are deadlier they are iron chains cast by the eyes of people we see
       by our homes our communities those we loathe those we love so when you
stare at the fish and the lion and remember
       we too have cages.
cages
a thing i had to write for summer hw- wanted to make sure it wasn't total bs before i submitted it. also wondering if these feel like they belong together or if i should split them up into different poems? lmk.
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Sadness and I are old friends;
her thick and heavy syllables ooze
into my ear canal and stagnate.

I can feel her wings chill
the air below my eyelids;
even when my irises
are full of sun, her feathers
flicker in and out of my vision.

They say she fears laughter, so I
laugh and laugh until my body aches but
with each convulsion I feel her grip me tighter.

No one will hold me like sadness does;
tenderly, lovingly, constantly,
no one will listen like sadness does;
with a wrinkled, broken ear and a heart
that knows me better than I know myself.

What does sadness smell like? She smells
like freshly cut golden grass, humid air, rain-soaked mud;
she smells like the people I've seen for the last time; she smells like
the places I left so long ago.

What does sadness look like? She looks
like my grandfathers in the creases around her eyes,
my long ago friends in the twist of her twitching lips, and in
her inky eyes I see the reflection of every place I laughed in,
every place I cried in, every place I belonged in.

Her laugh is an ugly mesh of the echoes of taunts and jeers,
the remnants of people that never will laugh again, and
the sharp sting of regret that some had never laughed with me.

Her arms feel shaky and hollow, I know that
behind her fading skin there is nothing but
an endless drop so I stay perfectly still as she holds me,
afraid to fall.

No one will know me like sadness does;
I do not like to cry so my unshed tears she gathers
in her palms and carries them with every step she takes
beside me.
this is the first time i have done this, so if its wrong and cringey please lmk. also i stole this from Dogfood/Beem/whatever.


Level 1
( ) Smoked a cigarette.
( ) Smoked a cigar.
( ) Kissed a member of the same sex. 
SO FAR: 0

Level 2
(/) Are/been in love (i meannnn idk if i can really say what love is at this point so its .5) 
( ) Dumped someone.
( ) Been fired.
(x) Been in a fist fight (my family was NOT happy).
SO FAR: 1.5

Level 3
(x) Had a crush on an older person. 
( ) Skipped class.
( ) Slept with a co-worker.
(x) Seen someone/something die (i saw a frog get run over on the road. it was very horrible. would not recommend)
SO FAR: 3.5

Level 4
( ) Had/have a crush on one of your DA friends. 
(x) Been to Paris.
( ) Been to Spain.
(x) Been on a plane. 
( ) Thrown up from drinking.
SO FAR: 5.5

Level 5
(x) Eaten sushi. 
( ) Been snowboarding.
( ) Met someone in person through the internet.
( ) Been in a mosh pit.
SO FAR: 6.5

Level 6
( ) Been in an abusive relationship. 
(x ) Taken painkillers. 
(x) Liked/loved someone who you couldn't have (my best friend's boyfriend...yikes)
(x) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by.
(x) Made a snow angel.
SO FAR: 10.5

Level 7
(/) Had a tea party (it was for my stuffed animals when i was five).
(x) Flown a kite. 
(x ) Built a sand castle.
( ) Gone mudding.
(x) Played dress-up.
SO FAR: 14

Level 8
(x) Jumped into a pile of leaves.
( ) Gone sledging. 
(x) Cheated while playing a game.
(x) Been Lonely.
(/) Fallen asleep at work/school (was nodding off in a lecture but didn't actually fall asleep).
SO FAR: 17.5

Level 10
(x) Watched the sunset or rise.
(x) Felt an earthquake.
( ) Killed a snake. 
SO FAR: 19.5

Level 11
(x) Been tickled. 
(x) Been robbed/vandalized.
( ) Been cheated on.
(x) Been misunderstood. 
SO FAR: 22.5

Level 12
(x) Won a contest.
( ) Been suspended from school.
(x) Had detention. 
( ) Been in a car/motorcycle accident. 
SO FAR: 24.5

Level 13
(/) Had/have braces (invisalign). 
( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night. 
( ) Danced in the moonlight. 
SO FAR: 25

Level 14
(x) Hated the way you look.  
( ) Witnessed a crime.
( ) Pole danced.
(x) Questioned your heart.
(x) Been obsessed with post-it notes. 
SO FAR: 28

Level 15
(x) Squished barefoot through the mud. 
(x) Been to the opposite side of the world.
(x) Swam in the ocean. 
( x) Felt like you were dying. 
SO FAR: 32

Level 16
(x) Cried yourself to sleep.
( ) Played cops and robbers.
( ) Recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers.
(x) Sang karaoke.
( ) Paid for a meal with only coins. 
SO FAR: 34

Level 17
(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.
(x) Made prank phone calls.
( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.
( ) Kissed in the rain.
SO FAR: 36

Level 18 
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus. 
( ) Watched the sunset/sunrise with someone you care/cared about. 
(x) Blown bubbles.
(x) Made a bonfire on the beach or anywhere. 
SO FAR: 38

Level 19
( ) Crashed a party.
( ) Have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people. 
(x) Gone rollerskating/blading.
(x) Had a wish come true.
( ) Been humped by a monkey. 
SO FAR: 40

Level 20
(x) Worn pearls.
( ) Jumped off a bridge.
( ) Screamed "PENIS" or "VAGINA". 
(/) Swam with dolphins (i touched one)
SO FAR: 41.5

Level 21
( ) Got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cubes. 
(/) Kicked a fish (grabbed a fish?) 
(x) Worn the opposite sex's clothes.
( ) Sat on a rooftop and watched the stars.
SO FAR: 43

Level 22
(x) Screamed at the top of your lungs.
(x) Done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel.
(x) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours. 
( ) Recently stayed up really late talking to someone you care about.
SO FAR: 44

Level 23
( ) Picked and ate an apple right off the tree. 
(x) Climbed a tree. 
( ) Had/been in a tree house.
(x) Been scared to watch scary movies alone.
SO FAR: 48

Level 24
(/) Believe in ghosts.
( ) Have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes.
( ) Gone streaking.
( ) Visited a jail.
SO FAR: 48.5

Level 25
( ) Played chicken.
(x) Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on.
( ) Been told you're hot by a complete stranger. 
( ) Broken a bone. 
(x) Been easily amused. 
SO FAR: 50.5

Level 26
( ) Caught a fish then ate it later. 
( ) Made a p*rn video/got asked to make one.
( ) Caught a butterfly.
(x) Laughed so hard you cried. 
(x) Cried so hard you laughed.
SO FAR: 52.5

Level 27
( ) Mooned/flashed someone.
( ) Had someone moon/flash you.
(x) Cheated on a test (i was in third grade and afterwards i cried for hours and now i am refoRMED).
(x) Forgotten someone's name.
(x) French braided someone's hair.
( ) Gone skinny dipping.
( ) Been kicked out of your house.
SO FAR: 55.5

Level 28
(x) Rode a roller coaster. 
(x) Went scuba-diving/snorkeling.
(x) Had a cavity.
(x) Blackmailed someone. 
(x) Been blackmailed. 
SO FAR: 60.5

Level 29
(x) Been used.
(x) Fell going up the stairs. 
(x) Licked by a cat. 
( ) Bitten by a cat.
( ) Gone to a rave party.
SO FAR: 63.5

Level 30
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint.
( ) Had sex in the rain. 
( ) Flattened someone's tires. 
(x) Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on.
( ) Got five pounds or less worth of gas.
TOTAL: 64.5

0-10: Go outside.
11-20: Get a life.
21-30: Loser.
31-40: Loner.
41-50: You have friends? 
 51-60: You're kinda-sorta cool.
61-70: I'll hang with you. interesting, considering the fact that i rarely leave my house unless its for work/school/forced socialization. might have miscounted some stuff. 
71-80: Mr. Cool. 
81-90: Dude, you're sweet!
91-100: Fuckin' awesome!
101-110: Woah! YOU WHORE! YOU'RE TOO AWESOME~ 
111-119: Holy shit, you belong in a hospital!
120: Corpse...
hello cinderella,
       hello my love my
sweet saccharine doll with the
acrylic smile,
        a thin red scar
that never fades, only flakes slowly away.

how neatly you sit, how gently your
fleshy scorched palms tremble in your lap
how perfectly your pliant fingers lock together
       joins inserted tightly
       between your jagged knuckles, your
wrists evenly swollen by the polished iron
       binding you
       to your dress,
how lovely you are.

i love your glassy eyes,
      your wishing well
      eyes i see myself in,
      a smooth opaque surface
circumscribed by plucked eyelash and groomed eyebrow.

how could i forget
      cinderella, you are my validation
your whitefish feet, your elastic arches
      fit neatly into all my displays
packaged in these glass slippers
      crafted from the clippings of your nails,
      the dripping of your saltine tears,
tilt them up to the ultraviolet rays, good
girl tilt them up so i can see
all of you
all that belongs to me.

i saw you trying to dance last night under the
helicopter stars
      and the charcoal sky, twirling
in your straightjacket, trying to lift your arms
      the width of my grip, no more
      no less,
until your shoulder blades threatened to break
your jaundiced skin
      cinderella when will you learn
you can only dance with me.
a) in the bookshelf

My feather-duster, fine as
neurons, prowls across the fake wood
thats sags with
the weight of too many pages.

Clean, white pages now
grey and wavy,
weathered by greedy fingerprints seeking
words.

b) under the bed

Two socks that don't match lay limply
intertwined with fourth grade art
and last year's World War One test.

Forlorn objects, forgotten by the
cerebrum that once produced them,
condemned to slow asphyxiation
by gathering dust.

c) on the desk

My own Himalayas are formed from
line paper, graph paper, printing paper
stacked without order and without thought.

Remnants of nights full of headaches,
drooping eyes, aching wrists and
ink stains on frantic palms.

d) (stuffed) in the drawers

Like floodgates my Biology worksheets
spill from the doors holding them back,
heterotroph, spontaneous generation,
hinge joints, all come rushing back.

There are the things I was looking
for, but so much time has passed I no longer
need them, so into the recycling bin
they go.  

e) between the ears

Here is messiest, here are so many
ugly things, so many memories stained and disorganized
like stacked paper, so many packages of smiles and
looks and laughs that need unboxing.

My grandfather's soft smile gone slack in
death, the tearstained cheeks of friends saying a
permanent goodbye, the smell of new paint, a
uniform that doesn't fit, blank faces swaying like
uncut grass, the brown-eyed boy who tried to hold
my hand, the hollow pain of failure, the dizzying euphoria of success.


My neuron-feather duster sits untouched, afraid of
what lies underneath the dust.
this is the first time i have done this, so if its wrong and cringey please lmk. also i stole this from Dogfood/Beem/whatever.


Level 1
( ) Smoked a cigarette.
( ) Smoked a cigar.
( ) Kissed a member of the same sex. 
SO FAR: 0

Level 2
(/) Are/been in love (i meannnn idk if i can really say what love is at this point so its .5) 
( ) Dumped someone.
( ) Been fired.
(x) Been in a fist fight (my family was NOT happy).
SO FAR: 1.5

Level 3
(x) Had a crush on an older person. 
( ) Skipped class.
( ) Slept with a co-worker.
(x) Seen someone/something die (i saw a frog get run over on the road. it was very horrible. would not recommend)
SO FAR: 3.5

Level 4
( ) Had/have a crush on one of your DA friends. 
(x) Been to Paris.
( ) Been to Spain.
(x) Been on a plane. 
( ) Thrown up from drinking.
SO FAR: 5.5

Level 5
(x) Eaten sushi. 
( ) Been snowboarding.
( ) Met someone in person through the internet.
( ) Been in a mosh pit.
SO FAR: 6.5

Level 6
( ) Been in an abusive relationship. 
(x ) Taken painkillers. 
(x) Liked/loved someone who you couldn't have (my best friend's boyfriend...yikes)
(x) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by.
(x) Made a snow angel.
SO FAR: 10.5

Level 7
(/) Had a tea party (it was for my stuffed animals when i was five).
(x) Flown a kite. 
(x ) Built a sand castle.
( ) Gone mudding.
(x) Played dress-up.
SO FAR: 14

Level 8
(x) Jumped into a pile of leaves.
( ) Gone sledging. 
(x) Cheated while playing a game.
(x) Been Lonely.
(/) Fallen asleep at work/school (was nodding off in a lecture but didn't actually fall asleep).
SO FAR: 17.5

Level 10
(x) Watched the sunset or rise.
(x) Felt an earthquake.
( ) Killed a snake. 
SO FAR: 19.5

Level 11
(x) Been tickled. 
(x) Been robbed/vandalized.
( ) Been cheated on.
(x) Been misunderstood. 
SO FAR: 22.5

Level 12
(x) Won a contest.
( ) Been suspended from school.
(x) Had detention. 
( ) Been in a car/motorcycle accident. 
SO FAR: 24.5

Level 13
(/) Had/have braces (invisalign). 
( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night. 
( ) Danced in the moonlight. 
SO FAR: 25

Level 14
(x) Hated the way you look.  
( ) Witnessed a crime.
( ) Pole danced.
(x) Questioned your heart.
(x) Been obsessed with post-it notes. 
SO FAR: 28

Level 15
(x) Squished barefoot through the mud. 
(x) Been to the opposite side of the world.
(x) Swam in the ocean. 
( x) Felt like you were dying. 
SO FAR: 32

Level 16
(x) Cried yourself to sleep.
( ) Played cops and robbers.
( ) Recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers.
(x) Sang karaoke.
( ) Paid for a meal with only coins. 
SO FAR: 34

Level 17
(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.
(x) Made prank phone calls.
( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.
( ) Kissed in the rain.
SO FAR: 36

Level 18 
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus. 
( ) Watched the sunset/sunrise with someone you care/cared about. 
(x) Blown bubbles.
(x) Made a bonfire on the beach or anywhere. 
SO FAR: 38

Level 19
( ) Crashed a party.
( ) Have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people. 
(x) Gone rollerskating/blading.
(x) Had a wish come true.
( ) Been humped by a monkey. 
SO FAR: 40

Level 20
(x) Worn pearls.
( ) Jumped off a bridge.
( ) Screamed "PENIS" or "VAGINA". 
(/) Swam with dolphins (i touched one)
SO FAR: 41.5

Level 21
( ) Got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cubes. 
(/) Kicked a fish (grabbed a fish?) 
(x) Worn the opposite sex's clothes.
( ) Sat on a rooftop and watched the stars.
SO FAR: 43

Level 22
(x) Screamed at the top of your lungs.
(x) Done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel.
(x) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours. 
( ) Recently stayed up really late talking to someone you care about.
SO FAR: 44

Level 23
( ) Picked and ate an apple right off the tree. 
(x) Climbed a tree. 
( ) Had/been in a tree house.
(x) Been scared to watch scary movies alone.
SO FAR: 48

Level 24
(/) Believe in ghosts.
( ) Have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes.
( ) Gone streaking.
( ) Visited a jail.
SO FAR: 48.5

Level 25
( ) Played chicken.
(x) Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on.
( ) Been told you're hot by a complete stranger. 
( ) Broken a bone. 
(x) Been easily amused. 
SO FAR: 50.5

Level 26
( ) Caught a fish then ate it later. 
( ) Made a p*rn video/got asked to make one.
( ) Caught a butterfly.
(x) Laughed so hard you cried. 
(x) Cried so hard you laughed.
SO FAR: 52.5

Level 27
( ) Mooned/flashed someone.
( ) Had someone moon/flash you.
(x) Cheated on a test (i was in third grade and afterwards i cried for hours and now i am refoRMED).
(x) Forgotten someone's name.
(x) French braided someone's hair.
( ) Gone skinny dipping.
( ) Been kicked out of your house.
SO FAR: 55.5

Level 28
(x) Rode a roller coaster. 
(x) Went scuba-diving/snorkeling.
(x) Had a cavity.
(x) Blackmailed someone. 
(x) Been blackmailed. 
SO FAR: 60.5

Level 29
(x) Been used.
(x) Fell going up the stairs. 
(x) Licked by a cat. 
( ) Bitten by a cat.
( ) Gone to a rave party.
SO FAR: 63.5

Level 30
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint.
( ) Had sex in the rain. 
( ) Flattened someone's tires. 
(x) Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on.
( ) Got five pounds or less worth of gas.
TOTAL: 64.5

0-10: Go outside.
11-20: Get a life.
21-30: Loser.
31-40: Loner.
41-50: You have friends? 
 51-60: You're kinda-sorta cool.
61-70: I'll hang with you. interesting, considering the fact that i rarely leave my house unless its for work/school/forced socialization. might have miscounted some stuff. 
71-80: Mr. Cool. 
81-90: Dude, you're sweet!
91-100: Fuckin' awesome!
101-110: Woah! YOU WHORE! YOU'RE TOO AWESOME~ 
111-119: Holy shit, you belong in a hospital!
120: Corpse...

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hello world. i go by whatever variation of atra-corona you care to give me. i go by she/her/supreme goddess. i don't really know how to do art but i can make pots and stuff in ceramics. maybe i'll put pictures of them on here. who knows. but i'm primarily here to write. and i don't mean to be threatening but i'm the new cool kid here so, watch out.
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comatose-comet Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :rose:
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atra-corona Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2018  Student Artisan Crafter
my pleasure :D
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The-Archaeon Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the :+fav:, it's very much appreciated :)
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atra-corona Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2017  Student Artisan Crafter
No problem :D
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DamhsoirBreacadh Featured By Owner Edited Dec 1, 2017   Writer
Hello! Just dropping in to offer my congratulations (!). Welcome to deviantArt! I look forward to seeing more of your work. :hug:
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atra-corona Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2017  Student Artisan Crafter
Thanks so much!!
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hypermagical Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2017
Thank you for the watch, the feedback and the faves. :ahoy: I appreciate it!
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atra-corona Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2017  Student Artisan Crafter
No problem!
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lvminous Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
wow u made a da good job gold star for u
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