Darke-Angelic-Sins

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Fear Personified by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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Fear Personified

Not Particularly living up to his name, Fear stands with open arms, Welcoming me with a smile.He is Handsome. Standing tall with no suspicious qualities; Beautiful eyes carry no emotion, Crimson orbs, fiery yet tranquil.He is Kind. Like the boyfriend you've always wanted, He will embrace you with warmth, Completely faithful in your name.He is perfect. And yet, he is what flaws mankind. Stalking your mind, making you wish you could walk away from his embrace.He is persistent. Making you hesitate with decisions, Closing your mouth before you can speak, Making your eyes surge with eerie anticipation.He is aggressive. Knocking you over with om...

River:. by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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River:.

When you were my muse, I could write every lyric with ease.Words into a river while the river passed by,Sweeping me under and dragging me through mud.I’ve burned my skin to rid of you,charred scars cracking and staining;Forever remaining are memories of the mask you’ve always worn.Memories of the mask that was too tornto decipher the plastic from the plaster from the person.Even now words ring through ears, wring my tears outwhen I think of what you were and aren’t.One in the same, everything and nothingAnd every where in between.You mined my mind when you were ‘mine’And gold turned coal after you stoleEvery fabric of truth until I’d only ...

Family Tree by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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Family Tree

Everywhere they move has cracked foundation, these stakes so high but different sizes, remove one to stop devastation, burn them all to settle ties; The bitter clasps of stubborn pride and Blueprints of fate that have been dyed Black by the ink in one’s own mind. The family tree is but a weed. You cut its blossoms while the seed Of hatred festers under tears And rains on it for years and years Until weeds overtake the garden, No size shears could ever pardon Such sheer bitter disregard For those birthed in the same backyard.

To Say Goodbye:. by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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To Say Goodbye:.

I’m not one to have many friends who stick around the fraying ends of life that makes a tree trunks’ bends seem all that more concerning.I am not one whose grip will tighten once these people are enlightened of the childish freak all much too frightened of someone else’s yearning.To say goodbye is not a need when their removal means you’re freed of negativity you would feed without any intention.To say goodbye without it said is now a ritual I can’t dread because it’s what my illness led to without intervention.So every time they disappear, the people whom I loved so dear My brain won’t even shed a tear because she saw it coming.Yet now I ...

Casualty by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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Casualty

Like having casual tea with a casualty, you’re boring me to death. Can you stop wasting air talking of your last breath?While heartlessly seeming, while your heart’s still beating you should put your pulse to use For each song cannot function without a beating heart And a beautiful one we’d loseDo you want to have your sheet music buried under sheets, never to be seen nor heard nor felt or even worth caring?Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs, with every breath you take don’t bore us all to tears with such a fatal mistake.. If life you take..

Counter:. by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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Counter:.

You drown in shallow breathwhen the tides turn.When the heroine becomes heroin,when what you thought was rightwrites over everything with red inkand you cannot escape.You hide behind the blindsbut you are the blindsided,Run away from your painand trip over the pacifier.You’ve worked so hardfor nothing to work out,you try to fix things thatare fixed in place.Fate is fatality,and is somethingyou cannot counter.

The Ticker by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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The Ticker

To pass the time on a school ride, I would watch my soulmate counter tick down.Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty five seconds.Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty four seconds.Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.Wait, did I read that right?Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.I blink, then glance over at the man who sat next to me. His timer just hit zero.I give a puzzled look to the man, around my age with a wrestler's build and a buzz cut, but he didn't seem to question why a girl with a lavender pixie cut and n...

Writer's Block by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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Writer's Block

My muses are no longer amusing,the pen no longer spills red ink.The clouds in my mind do not condense,thus rain cannot stain the paper.A blank slate, though clicheis the only thing I see.Perhaps to mean rebirth,yet the newborn does not go blind.The faces are stamped on each letter,even if it is not from nor adressed to them.Ink can be smudged, yet the one who smears itcan still read the fine print.

Nova:. by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature

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Nova:.

Propped up in the corner of virtue and sin, only boots and a tie adorn her pale skin and as I walk past her I cannot help but stareand realize it's a mirror;it's my body we share.She is just an idea, a personality bug with the mind of a stripper, the confidence of a thugShe puffs her cigarette smoke, laughs in my face, sticks it straight down my throat. Says 'hey, have a taste.I'm that girl you could be, that life you'd hate to live, but there's fun in this hell holeof mine, if you give. SoGive in, give in.' That's all that she says. And though I am tempted, I spend most of my daystrying to drown her out,but I'm only waist deep.It's so eas...

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Oh, I tried. by x3danicax3, literature

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Oh, I tried.

I smile as you bare your teeth, crooked and cracked. You bite your lip at the sight of my shaking. I've become too weak to carry your pain and heal the scars. Your cross is too heavy on my back. I fall and bleed more in the cobwebs of your secrets. Each three days, it comes again. Swelling and full. It hits hard and it doesn't stop. I used to crawl into your wounds, at hushed tones and they would wail, wince, and flood the streets. They sang to me, and as your fear muffled every word you wouldn't say to me, I knew. I knew how much darker your world was. Every lie you spoke was poisoned but your eyes told me otherwise.I am two coffins of sm...

About Darke-Angelic-Sins

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Deviant for 16 years
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20 year old Remedy.
I've been writing since 3rd grade, and went from writing fictional adventures of my cat Muffin to Naruto fanfiction to poetry and my own short stories.
I've come a long way since then, yet I still have a long way to go.

Favourite Movies

Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Rasmus, Nanne Gronvall,Michael Jackson and Morning Musume.

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe, any darke poet

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Poetry, music, Black roses

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Darke-Angelic-Sins

May 30, 2014

Return From the Grave:

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Hello, everyone. It's been quite some time, hasn't it? I'm not too sure if I even have active watchers anymore, or if they've all abandoned their accounts like I have.I'm no longer 16, surprise surprise! I'm now 20 years old and living with my boyfriend and daughter of the feline species, working two jobs, and trying desperately to find a good apartment.I live with him and his family, you see. And to say things are stressful here would be very much an understatement, and it's taken a toll on not only my creativity but my physical and emotional well-being.It'll be a year since I moved into this house in late June, simply because if I didn't...

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Darke-Angelic-Sins

Dec 4, 2009

Manga Quiz?o2o

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Tsundere (Harsh Outside-Gentle Inside) [x] You come off as sort of aloof to other people. [ ] In public, you intentionally refrain from showing much weakness. [ ] You have a secret obsession with something cute.(Haha it's not really secret XD) [ ] You pretend that you hate your crush even though you really love him/her. [x] You blush when people point out your sensitivities. [x] You blush when people tell sexual jokes. Total: 3Haha, and all this time I thought I was a tsundere. =PYandere (Gentle Outside-Harsh Inside) [x] You're very sweet and kind in public. [x] When romance becomes a topic of discussion, people say your personality change...

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Darke-Angelic-Sins

Oct 22, 2009

Poets Guild President:.

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:blackrose::blackrose:The Poets Play:blackrose::blackrose:I'm really overjoyed to announce I am now the president of my school's Poetry club!^^ Being practically the only returning member (All of the others graduated or still don't know when the meetings are) I was assigned as the leader of the club. However, having started late with little advertisement, the club is a little held back. I'm going to try to make the club be the best it can be this year, and I also want to inspire the members and make them feel comfortable showing their poetry to the school.That news aside.. I have writer's block.XD' I want to write, yet I just can't find a ...