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Alien Space :iconevilscarrlett:EvilScarrlett 1 0
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Missing Mildred

At your funeral I cried with grief.
The sadness of no more days spent
in the grace of your company;
of not feeling your warm embrace.


At your funeral I wept with regrets
The regrets of not having seen
you one last time to say goodbye;
of not knowing you more fully.


By your ethereal side I wait until my
time comes to walk beside you again.
Knowing that the future will unite us,
holds my broken heart together.
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Literature
The End Of The Tunnel
Graceless days filled
with empty dreams.
Unknown resolutions
that are never seen.
No belief that things
can get any better.
Things stay the same.
Where's that light
we all hear about, as
we sit in darkness?
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Thranduil X Celebrian Interlude :iconevilscarrlett:EvilScarrlett 1 2
Literature
Spectrum
Her aura is a mixture
of all the colored hues
and all the muddled
ones in between.
She lives in the blue
of an unchanging world
that makes her sad
but she presses on.
She lives in the orange
of the sun when it
shines, making her glow.
With the promise of
yellow, she finds peace.
When the storms pass
the violet can blanket her
in the peaceful confines
of a world of her own.
Her red can’t be avoided
but its fire keeps her alive.
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Literature
Midnight Blue
Her platinum lightning strikes
as midnight rules the land.
Once, a teenage dream, becomes
a fractured mid-life heartbreak;
The dress she never got to wear
hangs in a thrift shop window.
Midnight taffeta, slightly faded
much like her used-up life is.
Old copies of Cosmopolitan lay
tattered and forgotten in her mind.
The memories fade like the dress
and the storm rages quietly.
Searing feelings erupt like a
waking volcano’s rage, waiting
for the right time to spill.
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Literature
Unknown

Now, as I stare out on
these desolate streets
I see the ghost of a
father I have yet to meet.
From a very young age,
it’s been me and my mom.
No man to come home to,
no dad of my own.
I know mom did her best
but she needed some help;
I deserved a father figure,
now I’m out here- not grown.
The streets call my name,
to hustle, fight and act out.
Just like my mom always
worried so much about.
Now I’m fourteen and
some say, out of control.
Lost in this world with
no father to hold me.
Can I survive these streets
living unscathed and free?
Instead of in a cage
with other boys like me?
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Literature
The Tragic Outcome

Not meant to be the destination

then what am I even here for?
Is there something more to
have my heart set on?
Is something worth this fight?
Knowing and believing are
not the same at all.
Fantasies made of traveling along
 the beam of the subconscious.
 Reaching the other side is
 not always wanted or expected.
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Literature
Fascination

The equivalent of his lure
comes to me in waves of light.
I fight the feeling but
I cannot turn his brilliance off.
The luminance rings so clear
and true that I can’t look away.
He pulls me into his
gravitational force; there I hover.
Could this be a dream?
Could it be that he will always
shine brighter than my mind
can ever seem to reach?
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Literature
Journey

It all means something,
like little bookmarks
in the chapters of our lives
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Literature
Advice
People say ‘let go’;
have they ever let go or
is it just empty advice?
Some say ‘trust’,
but do they understand
that trust is earned?
They will say ‘break free’!
But do they know where
we’re breaking to?
Advice is meant to help,
but people are built with
different coping skills.
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Literature
Lament
Visions of my past lives
do haunt me at times.
The moon is no longer
my own to hold now.
Now too many things
remind me of others.
Too many days melting
into endless nights.
There is no going back
because memories are
made and not lost now.
The whole world has
become inevitable in
my eyes and I can’t
go back to how it was.

If I could, would I really
want to at all?
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Literature
Stark
The bitterness breaks
with colder nights and
bleaker days following.
Push away the sadness
which creeps in by degrees.
Finding a peace in the oblivion
that surrounds me constantly.
Will the depression ever pass or
will I have to fight it all my lifetime?
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Literature
Seasons
Colder nights with
the falling leaves;
it has begun and
such joy it brings.
The autumn has come
and falls like the heat,
away from my skin.
Sweltering days are
over, at least for now;
as winter approaches
at a galloping pace.

 
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Literature
Violet Storms
You see it in my eyes;
the violet storms rage.
Another day without a
memory of that phase.
My vision is blurred
and my mind is blank.
Not sure where this
will take me, so I bend
and then I break.
Broken things do
mend, I'm told, and 
I can be restored;
the violet storms will
rage and rise then
finally, they will pour.
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Literature
I forgot
I used to love
I used to dream
I used to hope
But I forgot
I need something
(Someone)
To remind me of these beautiful things
For a shard of happiness
So I can love again
Dream again
Hope again...
Live again
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 64 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 4 3
Craig Parker by RoadKillBarbie Craig Parker :iconroadkillbarbie:RoadKillBarbie 25 15
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 63 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 3 9
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I'm Surprised There's Anything Left Honestly :iconcurls-and-yelling:curls-and-yelling 3 3
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 62 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 4 16
Literature
Memory
Many ghosts lie within our heads,
But none of them want to lay to rest.
Eventually they will stop coming back
And finally just fade away to black.
 
Have you ever wondered when the present
Will become just another forgotten moment?
Have you ever wondered when we will be
Just another bittersweet memory?
 
We lie awake at night, trying not to dream,
Trying not to see anything we can believe.
We only want us and this to last forever,
Never to become just a night to remember.
 
Everything must eventually come to an end,
No matter how hard we try and pretend.
We all know that everything must eventually
Fall and fade away to just a distant memory.
 
Although we try to forever stay aflight,
Someday we will all lose the fight
And fall away with burning wax wings
Into Death’s arms, always awaiting.
 
While we forever worry about the future
And clutch to a past we can barely remember,
We all know that one day, someday, we
Will all fade to a forgotten memory…&
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Literature
physical
I'm in a moving wagons
Tears in my eyes
I'm not coming back
Goodbyes left for the dead
But...
I told you that we will meet again
In your head
In my dreams
So don't be scared
Everything is fine
(Even if I'm not physical anymore)
I can only see ugly building
And forsaken cars
I feel so alone
The graffiti carved in my eyes
Aches sprayed on the walls
And the blue windows
I only need you...
But...
I told you that we will meet again
Inside your eyes
Inside my thoughts
So don't be scared
Everything is fine
(Even if I'm not physical anymore)
You're in front of me
My fingers caressing your cheeks
And I miss the time when you could still feel me...
But...
I told you that we will meet again...
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Literature
unnoticed
Efforts left unnoticed
Sacrifices that nobody see
And this rock will crash on you head
Blood on my hand
And a mind finally at peace
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Literature
Stupid fuckin world
I won't go to school today
I am enough to be a slave
I won't go to work today
I am enough to be a slave
I am not here
The loneliness when people are around
I wish I could be there
Getting high as an only goal, I know this sound
I don't want to fall from the clouds
Everything seems so soft
I don't want to be in the people's eyes again...
I won't go to school today
I am enough to be a slave
I won't go to work today
I am enough to be a slave
This world is useless
Everyone is happy to be a slave
Nothing in their mouth but yes
Yet nothing can be saved
We need a big revolution
We need to bathe in the blood of the powerful
We need to drown religion
But no one has the guts for it...
I won't go to school today
I am enough to be a slave
I won't go to work today
I am enough to be a slave
I wish...
I wish this world didn't exist...
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 61 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 3 8
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A liaison in the Great Greenwood - Chapter 60 :iconazukiel:Azukiel 2 2
Fire by Autheane
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Literature
Therapy
I want to curl up in your mind
and let it hurt me instead.
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Literature
Last Leg
I am two different people
and you knew that
When we fell, one of me
loved you, and the other
hated you.
Now, one of me hates you
and the other
is just afraid.
:iconcurls-and-yelling:curls-and-yelling
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Literature
Let's Talk
You ask me if I have any questions
What am I supposed to say?
Did you see the new scars on my arm?
Did you notice I'm not eating?
Did you know I don't want this anymore?
The answers to all of these are no,
(I don't even have to ask)
because you're too busy 
convincing yourself to care
for you to actually see me. 
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Silver crescent hanging
In a cold winter sky.
Restless breathing,
Barely feeling human.
Could I be inhuman
In all my musings?
From a different plane
Or some universe
Yet to be discovered?
Somewhere beyond
That silver crescent
Moon in the cold sky.

11/11/18

At your funeral I cried with grief.
The sadness of no more days spent
in the grace of your company;
of not feeling your warm embrace.


At your funeral I wept with regrets
The regrets of not having seen
you one last time to say goodbye;
of not knowing you more fully.


By your ethereal side I wait until my
time comes to walk beside you again.
Knowing that the future will unite us,
holds my broken heart together.



Graceless days filled
with empty dreams.
Unknown resolutions
that are never seen.
No belief that things
can get any better.
Things stay the same.
Where's that light
we all hear about, as
we sit in darkness?

The End Of The Tunnel
Writing hasn't been with me in some time but I'm trying again. Forgive the poorness of this one. Written 8/1/18
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I guess we all think we should be doing our craft/art. I haven't been active for a very long time. I'd like to say I'm healed but that would be a lie. I need something to fill that hole he left in my chest...in my mind.
I do write some. I'm writing a very long fanfic (Tolkien characters- elves to be specific). It's helping me work through my emotions. I just finished page 630 and not quite done. It has been working hard to fill the cracks in my broken self.
I wrote a bit more on the side and I'm ready to share if anyone cares to read:

I realized something today. I guess deep down I thought I was a special person, as whenever I cared about someone who was broken, I could somehow fix them. At least make them happier. It has happened many times but it never lasted. I saw this as a failure on my part, yet I persevered. I have kept trying, in my own way, to make that difference.

Today, I realized that I am not so special and that I cannot fix everything. It came upon me like a brick, yet somehow, a relief. After the initial blow, when the brick dust cleared, I felt that measure of relief. That doesn’t mean I will become callous, especially to those I care about. It means something I don’t yet understand. I will figure it out with time, I guess. But even if I don’t, I will appreciate the revelation as what it is: the inner realization of a truth. (1/31/18)

and then:

Today I feel like a spectator in my life, helpless to make things happen or cease to happen. I know it’s not the truth, but it feels this way and I feel wrapped in a film or veil of some kind. I can’t even seem to focus on my writing much. It dwindles like my spirit. I am the only one it effects, of course, but that is enough. (5/13/18)


Lots of thoughts in a busy mind, as you see. They come and go, you see, like the ones I've loved and lost. My heart is heavy and I need to sleep. It's the only safe place to hide from all this reality.

I am trying to return to deviant art, but it might be slow. Forgive me for not being supportive, my friends. I will try to do better. :heart:

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As a PS, I want to dedicate my complete broken heart to Sherb, who died yesterday.
I will miss you, little man. Broken Heart Emoji 

Sherb by EvilScarrlett




  • Listening to: Bring me home- Sade
  • Eating: nada
  • Drinking: water
I guess we all think we should be doing our craft/art. I haven't been active for a very long time. I'd like to say I'm healed but that would be a lie. I need something to fill that hole he left in my chest...in my mind.
I do write some. I'm writing a very long fanfic (Tolkien characters- elves to be specific). It's helping me work through my emotions. I just finished page 630 and not quite done. It has been working hard to fill the cracks in my broken self.
I wrote a bit more on the side and I'm ready to share if anyone cares to read:

I realized something today. I guess deep down I thought I was a special person, as whenever I cared about someone who was broken, I could somehow fix them. At least make them happier. It has happened many times but it never lasted. I saw this as a failure on my part, yet I persevered. I have kept trying, in my own way, to make that difference.

Today, I realized that I am not so special and that I cannot fix everything. It came upon me like a brick, yet somehow, a relief. After the initial blow, when the brick dust cleared, I felt that measure of relief. That doesn’t mean I will become callous, especially to those I care about. It means something I don’t yet understand. I will figure it out with time, I guess. But even if I don’t, I will appreciate the revelation as what it is: the inner realization of a truth. (1/31/18)

and then:

Today I feel like a spectator in my life, helpless to make things happen or cease to happen. I know it’s not the truth, but it feels this way and I feel wrapped in a film or veil of some kind. I can’t even seem to focus on my writing much. It dwindles like my spirit. I am the only one it effects, of course, but that is enough. (5/13/18)


Lots of thoughts in a busy mind, as you see. They come and go, you see, like the ones I've loved and lost. My heart is heavy and I need to sleep. It's the only safe place to hide from all this reality.

I am trying to return to deviant art, but it might be slow. Forgive me for not being supportive, my friends. I will try to do better. :heart:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As a PS, I want to dedicate my complete broken heart to Sherb, who died yesterday.
I will miss you, little man. Broken Heart Emoji 

Sherb by EvilScarrlett




  • Listening to: Bring me home- Sade
  • Eating: nada
  • Drinking: water

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I AM the strange and unusual. I like writing poems, stories,
drawing, sewing and painting. I also like to decorate and repair my home when I have time. I work with customer service as a pharmacy claims advocate (I help pharmacies I'm contracted with to solve problems) I have 3 wonderful cats. I love dragons, crows and ravens as much as cats. I love all animals, especially to draw. I like to draw made up people too- like characters from my stories.
Just opened an Etsy shop!
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StarlightAngel1996 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2018
Hi i used to be Annabellee17 and NewMoonandDreams.. I know you might think i am lying but i know you have/are? struggling with things that i had issue with and you told us in a journal. anxiety.. and autism.

I stopped using my account the newmoon one for a reason and i will let you know in a note if you want to ask.

and i am doing better and pretty much transitioning from the role that was my idenity for 3 years.

and thanks for saying happy birthday to my account
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mascotruby Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2018  Hobbyist Photographer
Happy Birthday ! :) have an amazing time !
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much!
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Alpanu Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
:tighthug: Happy birthday Mel.
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you my dear!
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Alpanu Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
:-) you are very welcome
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much!!
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maratha4 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2017
Thank you for faving my Boromir 2Hug 
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome. He is beautiful :D
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maratha4 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2017
Thank youLa la la la 
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