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Untitled Pearl Stanza

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Untitled Pearl Stanza

He lies so still, in his new bed of pine Without a breath, sneeze or twitch In his pocket, his neatly folded handkerchief, everything neatly in line I mimic his lack of movement; it has the power to bewitch My heart flutters and becomes restless at the sight of this shrine His loss is felt, I quake and quiver, an unsatisfied itch Air catches in my throat, a tight squeeze by unseen twine Walking to his new headboard, my sides began to stitch From the darkness growing within me, finding a deep niche Stabbing, icy loneliness stirs my numb limbs, bringing a chill They slide him slowly into the muddy ditch Death may be his mistress, but
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Emmaline

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Emmaline

Love was never given to Emmaline Overtly cautious was she on the day marked fourteen Vagabond from the start Emmaline wished she had no heart. Lonely, depressed, and defeated Ordinary Emmaline's energy was depleted Void of this blissful feeling Emmaline cried in her room and stared at the ceiling. Love is stupid! Out with this damning cupid! Very upset was Emmaline Every word she spewed was obscene. Lurid and enraged, she jumped up from her bed Obsessed with hate, her heart bled Vigilante for the depressed Empowered by suffering, she was a girl possessed. Lethal was this lust Outlandish and symbolic! She cussed. Vehement and
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Hello

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Hello

Hello It was a whisper, only heard by me In the back of my head Hello A cry from a lost soul; Mine. Sounds of children playing faded Now a distant hum Of young screams Storm clouds above me Waiting to spill their tears. The hard cement Slams Through my body My jaw slackens When I hit the hard pavement I relax Releasing ounces of blood Red as the young budding roses on the edge of the playground heavy pounding painful tears fall from above stinging my skin I slip further And further away Feeling nothing Except The bite of the bullet Singeing my skin.
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Delivered

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Delivered

I can't wait; I'm finally leaving here. I don't know where I'm going, but it has to be better than this unhealthy bathroom. The tiles are now yellowed with scum and it smells like raw eggs were poured down the walls. My guardian is a little anti-social; not many guests come. He lives alone and can't take care of me or himself. His green eyes danced while he pruned off my dead leaves and sprayed my petals with cool water. Silver hair stuck out like glass chards from his head, which gave him a slightly deranged look. He grabbed a glittering knife from beside the rust-stained sink and turned to me on the toilet lid. The bathroom was silent, sa
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Angel

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Angel

Slam Shards of glass fly like penny-sized butterflies Horn blaring faraway "Angel?" "Mommy?" "Angel, honey, I'm right here" "Mommy? Mommy!" I could hear the panic froth from her mouth. "Angel, are you hurt?" "Mommy," she cried. "Why won't you talk?" Days fly like minutes. Noise: a helicopter, lots of feet on the Arizona soil, and voices Voices! "Help, we're over here!" "Stop, I hear voices," one said and quickly joined me at my side. My angel, I thought. Their voices blurred together along with my sight. "It's okay," he said, "Angel" "The mother is gone," another said. Patricia Emery-Wade Died in the wreck. She hit a tre
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The Waltz of the Dead

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The Waltz of the Dead

"Mercy, Mercy wake up," Dawn frantically whispered to her fraternal twin. Fear chilled her like the howling wind outside the thick window. Mercy, deeply asleep, didn't move. Her face was barely visible from behind the short curtain of black hair. Smooth, pink eyelids, barely flickering against the bright moonlight, covered Mercy's radiant blue eyes. Dawn's eyes, the same eccentric shade, darted around the room. Moments before, she too was fast asleep, woke by an unfamiliar voice breathing her name in her ear. Dawn's blue eyes saw no one. "Mercy," Dawn whined, "Wake up." She shook her sister's bare shoulder. "What? What is it?" Mercy mumbl
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Bang Bang

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Bang Bang

The icy slab of concrete stabbed a numbing pain against my back. I shifted my shoulder blades, rubbing against the weak cotton jumpsuit a size too big for me. The muffled knocking of the guard's shoes tread across the floor, pausing at each cell. He paused at mine. I didn't break my stare at the bare wall across from me. I heard him walk away. I pressed my messy blonde hair down and shifted again. Today was my re-trial for a crime I didn't commit twenty years ago. I was six and accused of shooting my best friend, Morrigan MacPherson. I can still remember when I met her; I couldn't say her name. "It's Morrigan, Pierce; not Morrie-Gan," Mom
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Scattered

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Scattered

I watched the life drain from her eyes. I didn't want the energy she carried. It was pure and unpolluted goodness, nothing I was interested in.  My concentration was on evil energy, my ticket to becoming human again. Evil energy was easy to collect, whereas good energy took painstaking hours to gather.  I turned to Shade, the young girl I had found a few days ago in this very cemetery. I knew her mother, Chloe, when she was eighteen. We had a small fling when I figured out how to temporarily become human. Shade was the result. I lost track of them for eight years until I found her underneath a statue of a young girl. I took a drag off my smok
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Angel

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Angel

Slam Shards of glass fly like penny-sized butterflies Horn blaring faraway "Angel?" "Mommy?" "Angel, honey, I'm right here" "Mommy? Mommy!" I could hear the panic froth from her mouth. "Angel, are you hurt?" "Mommy," she cried. "Why won't you talk?" Days fly like minutes. Noise: a helicopter, lots of feet on the Arizona soil, and voices Voices! "Help, we're over here!" "Stop, I hear voices," one said and quickly joined me at my side. My angel, I thought. Their voices blurred together along with my sight. "It's okay," he said, "Angel" "The mother is gone," another said. Patricia Emery-Wade Died in the wreck. She hit a tre
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Delivered

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Delivered

I can't wait; I'm finally leaving here. I don't know where I'm going, but it has to be better than this unhealthy bathroom. The tiles are now yellowed with scum and it smells like raw eggs were poured down the walls. My guardian is a little anti-social; not many guests come. He lives alone and can't take care of me or himself. His green eyes danced while he pruned off my dead leaves and sprayed my petals with cool water. Silver hair stuck out like glass chards from his head, which gave him a slightly deranged look. He grabbed a glittering knife from beside the rust-stained sink and turned to me on the toilet lid. The bathroom was silent, sa
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Hello

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Hello

Hello It was a whisper, only heard by me In the back of my head Hello A cry from a lost soul; Mine. Sounds of children playing faded Now a distant hum Of young screams Storm clouds above me Waiting to spill their tears. The hard cement Slams Through my body My jaw slackens When I hit the hard pavement I relax Releasing ounces of blood Red as the young budding roses on the edge of the playground heavy pounding painful tears fall from above stinging my skin I slip further And further away Feeling nothing Except The bite of the bullet Singeing my skin.
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Emmaline

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Emmaline

Love was never given to Emmaline Overtly cautious was she on the day marked fourteen Vagabond from the start Emmaline wished she had no heart. Lonely, depressed, and defeated Ordinary Emmaline's energy was depleted Void of this blissful feeling Emmaline cried in her room and stared at the ceiling. Love is stupid! Out with this damning cupid! Very upset was Emmaline Every word she spewed was obscene. Lurid and enraged, she jumped up from her bed Obsessed with hate, her heart bled Vigilante for the depressed Empowered by suffering, she was a girl possessed. Lethal was this lust Outlandish and symbolic! She cussed. Vehement and
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Untitled Pearl Stanza

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Untitled Pearl Stanza

He lies so still, in his new bed of pine Without a breath, sneeze or twitch In his pocket, his neatly folded handkerchief, everything neatly in line I mimic his lack of movement; it has the power to bewitch My heart flutters and becomes restless at the sight of this shrine His loss is felt, I quake and quiver, an unsatisfied itch Air catches in my throat, a tight squeeze by unseen twine Walking to his new headboard, my sides began to stitch From the darkness growing within me, finding a deep niche Stabbing, icy loneliness stirs my numb limbs, bringing a chill They slide him slowly into the muddy ditch Death may be his mistress, but
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Plain Vanilla Wednesday

Plain Vanilla Wednesday

I've submitted older work of mine from my drawing class and painting class. I'm working on new stuff for my shiny new Computer Art class (and learning the finer points of Adobe Illustrator). More to come hopefully. M
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hi you, welcome to deviantart !
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aww a kitty cat-thing! How cuuuuuuuuute! ah well, enough fun. back to posting.....
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he he, okay okay....
:chainsaw: back to work :bye: