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Stalking

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Stalking

it's always seemingly just behind the cloak of my pride, snagging and snatching at the fabric of my more positive, barely functional, emotions-- its limbs are self consciousness. it leaps towards my heroic symbol, crashing cymbals of self-directed insults and abuse, waiting to grasp the nape of my cape and choke me-- to evoke the anxiety, so crippling; it soaks me.

carnivore

back before we knew what caged men were

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back before we knew what caged men were

 we will never be as hopeful as the birds are; "mom, where's dad?" "he's right upstairs sweetie," "no, actual dad, not the one who wakes up every morning, and talks about the war," the ground we stick to is mucked by cries for ends and beginnings instead of, but seen as what we perceive as "freedom"

she'll receive dark auburn hair as autumn leaves

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she'll receive dark auburn hair as autumn leaves

A stroke of her fingertips A sway of her subtle hips But she’s got her eyes On every one of you. Scarred lips, Once bitten, twice shy, But to this woman scorned Hell hath no fury. Water sizzles on her skin Though there is no sun to breathe in She’s pale and ice cold But inside she’s burning Broken blood vessels linger in her mind She’s got days to live but she’ll never seem to die Just fade away into ash, a volcanic mouth that would never last, Eyes like Egyptian gold, blackened with kohl. Her palms infuse the skies with both hail and rain, As her reign is one she must cling to Or she will have to wait, lose a

The Fire Eater

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The Fire Eater

i'm minimalist yet complex; i can feel my wide hips rub against my spine when i shake them and i know i'm not aligned but that's fine because of my skeleton within. i can taste my bones, and they're sweet as honey; that's what he calls me. but lets dip into the problems, because that's what really defines me: i've got self worth issues the doctor's diagnosis like unrequited love desired but never given, perhaps needed but not received. when it's direct when someone's saying it to me and i try, vainly to respond--i crumple and cry but when it's indirect it's all in the gut-- nervous and tight. anxious like stars who linger on their loneline

consumed

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consumed

everything feels very far away, distant; nothing makes sense, words blurtogether double vision happens often because your eyes scream for sleep, but welcome to a corporate society where a 9-to-5 is a blessing and with every achievement you realize no one cares... exhaustion. it beats against the walls of your ribcage while your eyelids ache for atrophy and your brain buzzes like bees are searching for a soul full of honey but your eyes are so empty seconds are hours but when you try to curl into covers for a coma, or hide under blankets to become bones just to die a little, hours are seconds i am betrothed to sleep decay, a half-life of

Envy by Necessity

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Envy by Necessity

Clothed in soft black, Sinuous, writhing as it lurks in famine, Swimming slowly in a dark world; Blind in a way, deaf in a way, But thirsty— All it knows is desire Sweltering underneath an envious fire, Yearning for light, starving for sustenance, Every part of him, every segment wanting, Swallowing for survival, And feeding— He wants what you have Because he does not have it; he’ll Sneak up upon you, crawl up your skin, Either invisible or convincingly disguised as a cure, or medicine And once he starts to steal away everything he craves, You’ll find numbness instead Of pain— Two weapons, one On each end, lik

The Scent Of Survival Drives Them Wild

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The Scent Of Survival Drives Them Wild

A delicate jawbone entices the masses, While the rebellious rats search for something juicier; Wanting a waist that’s thin but one that accompanies supple hips, Red lips, red fingernails, and the rats look on hungrily, While the masses are busy staring at high cheekbones, Big, dark eyes, with appealing legs; The rabble shakes with excitement. Ferocious rats desire a firm rump, with a bust to match, Both immense, both swaying with each step, Their claws quiver with craving. Dim lights with salty flesh, dipped in desire and doused in red, Rats, rabbits and rodents alike long for their primal lust to be fed, By a tail that’s long and

Our Heart

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Our Heart

A plump, curvy blossom dancing in its crimson-tinged winds, Blooming within, its stems wrap and weave, Waltzing underneath the sparking neurons in the trees. Its seeds do not have a season, they merely flow With each pound there is a new growth, inside the white fertility composing skeleton, Threaded marrow like roots creating nutrients for the flower, Fed by knowledge, nursed by compassion, initiating fluid yet flawed reactions, Cradled in consciousness and heralded by hope, It beats inside the seat of your ribs, Patient always, traitorous never— Flawless in constant innocence, seamless in its strength, But these traits come from know

Chess

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Chess

Timid citizens line the black and white cobbled streets, Crossing and zigzagging between haughty knights and righteous bishops, While rooks are more polite, and assist the meek ones, almost like pawns, As the king looks on, neither wrathful nor greedy, Standing tall over his kingdom graciously. But, there is one: a volatile queen, Vicious, fickle, impulsive; Impeding upon boundaries that are outlined for the other members in her sacred circle— Murdering the enemies with her eyes, instead of intent, or action, She burns through rules and ridicules those who are imprisoned Yet she lets out a suffering lament once the evening calls upon t
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Stalking

S

Stalking

it's always seemingly just behind the cloak of my pride, snagging and snatching at the fabric of my more positive, barely functional, emotions-- its limbs are self consciousness. it leaps towards my heroic symbol, crashing cymbals of self-directed insults and abuse, waiting to grasp the nape of my cape and choke me-- to evoke the anxiety, so crippling; it soaks me.

she'll receive dark auburn hair as autumn leaves

s

she'll receive dark auburn hair as autumn leaves

A stroke of her fingertips A sway of her subtle hips But she’s got her eyes On every one of you. Scarred lips, Once bitten, twice shy, But to this woman scorned Hell hath no fury. Water sizzles on her skin Though there is no sun to breathe in She’s pale and ice cold But inside she’s burning Broken blood vessels linger in her mind She’s got days to live but she’ll never seem to die Just fade away into ash, a volcanic mouth that would never last, Eyes like Egyptian gold, blackened with kohl. Her palms infuse the skies with both hail and rain, As her reign is one she must cling to Or she will have to wait, lose a

The Fire Eater

T

The Fire Eater

i'm minimalist yet complex; i can feel my wide hips rub against my spine when i shake them and i know i'm not aligned but that's fine because of my skeleton within. i can taste my bones, and they're sweet as honey; that's what he calls me. but lets dip into the problems, because that's what really defines me: i've got self worth issues the doctor's diagnosis like unrequited love desired but never given, perhaps needed but not received. when it's direct when someone's saying it to me and i try, vainly to respond--i crumple and cry but when it's indirect it's all in the gut-- nervous and tight. anxious like stars who linger on their loneline

consumed

c

consumed

everything feels very far away, distant; nothing makes sense, words blurtogether double vision happens often because your eyes scream for sleep, but welcome to a corporate society where a 9-to-5 is a blessing and with every achievement you realize no one cares... exhaustion. it beats against the walls of your ribcage while your eyelids ache for atrophy and your brain buzzes like bees are searching for a soul full of honey but your eyes are so empty seconds are hours but when you try to curl into covers for a coma, or hide under blankets to become bones just to die a little, hours are seconds i am betrothed to sleep decay, a half-life of

Envy by Necessity

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Envy by Necessity

Clothed in soft black, Sinuous, writhing as it lurks in famine, Swimming slowly in a dark world; Blind in a way, deaf in a way, But thirsty— All it knows is desire Sweltering underneath an envious fire, Yearning for light, starving for sustenance, Every part of him, every segment wanting, Swallowing for survival, And feeding— He wants what you have Because he does not have it; he’ll Sneak up upon you, crawl up your skin, Either invisible or convincingly disguised as a cure, or medicine And once he starts to steal away everything he craves, You’ll find numbness instead Of pain— Two weapons, one On each end, lik

The Scent Of Survival Drives Them Wild

T

The Scent Of Survival Drives Them Wild

A delicate jawbone entices the masses, While the rebellious rats search for something juicier; Wanting a waist that’s thin but one that accompanies supple hips, Red lips, red fingernails, and the rats look on hungrily, While the masses are busy staring at high cheekbones, Big, dark eyes, with appealing legs; The rabble shakes with excitement. Ferocious rats desire a firm rump, with a bust to match, Both immense, both swaying with each step, Their claws quiver with craving. Dim lights with salty flesh, dipped in desire and doused in red, Rats, rabbits and rodents alike long for their primal lust to be fed, By a tail that’s long and

Our Heart

O

Our Heart

A plump, curvy blossom dancing in its crimson-tinged winds, Blooming within, its stems wrap and weave, Waltzing underneath the sparking neurons in the trees. Its seeds do not have a season, they merely flow With each pound there is a new growth, inside the white fertility composing skeleton, Threaded marrow like roots creating nutrients for the flower, Fed by knowledge, nursed by compassion, initiating fluid yet flawed reactions, Cradled in consciousness and heralded by hope, It beats inside the seat of your ribs, Patient always, traitorous never— Flawless in constant innocence, seamless in its strength, But these traits come from know

Chess

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Chess

Timid citizens line the black and white cobbled streets, Crossing and zigzagging between haughty knights and righteous bishops, While rooks are more polite, and assist the meek ones, almost like pawns, As the king looks on, neither wrathful nor greedy, Standing tall over his kingdom graciously. But, there is one: a volatile queen, Vicious, fickle, impulsive; Impeding upon boundaries that are outlined for the other members in her sacred circle— Murdering the enemies with her eyes, instead of intent, or action, She burns through rules and ridicules those who are imprisoned Yet she lets out a suffering lament once the evening calls upon t

Reflections

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Reflections

The girl I saw was pretty, But not noticeably so— She had flat gray eyes, that in some light Could appear to be steely, But she was not brave. My pulse raced in my wrists; Her pale skin on the verge of snowy white, but it was translucent, Snatching away any and all appeal. How I wish I could be as strong as she appeared to be, Or as intelligent as she seemed, with her glasses quirkily perched on her nose. For a second, I pretended she was boundlessly beautiful, And I could see a glimpse of the fiery potential that lurked under her wintry presence, I could see the success she’d be, If only she believed. But grounded in her metalli

be true to yourself

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be true to yourself

slithering, snickering, smothering slyness with a sickness that's only noticeable by the highest otherwise it rots and festers like a feverish dying delusional denizen who inhaled when someone coughed. infectious and contagious, never to be cured how absurd--it decays inside of us. radioactive, reactive and rapacious, hungry for more and more never to be vanquished how do we let this writhing, wailing, wolflike warden ward off the prisoners residing in our wake-- wait. what is this wordsmith wondering and warbling about? aren't poets supposed to be coherent without saying the actual meaning behind us? because it's behind us, you see not the

Bowlesian Sonnet

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Bowlesian Sonnet

-en if this paper in your hand was once an Aspen, thick with sunny leaves; around the base of wet and living wood, a ground that reeks of life and death at once, then conc- -entrate, and know at least in brief the grand machine you sleep in, twitching fingers, won- -dering just how one feels a texture, sun lights warmth, bare prickled skin, bare feet in sand. Oh this body. How I will tend to it seventy-five or eighty. How I will bend arthritic knees, by five windows, still, the summers passing. Faithful friend! Now, bit by bit, you close each window to its clasp. This paper in your hand was once an Asp-
Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • July 14
  • United States
  • Deviant for 11 years
  • She / Her
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Paranoid: Wears a tinfoil hat
My Bio
“We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell.” - Unknown

"In war, truth is the first casualty." -Aeschylus

"And honor, the last." -Chris Learn

"I'm not running a race,
I'm running away
I'm running away..." Survive by Sick Puppies

Just cause some people like rock and metal, doesn't mean they're going to slice your throat out with a chainsaw...however I am one of those people. :P

If it's a crime to be me, then a criminal I shall be.

Innocence isn't the same as being naive.

"I'm Italian--we do things on impulse." -Midsummer Jersey

"It isn't the mountains ahead that wear you out, it's the grain of sand in your shoe." -Unknown.

If your eyes are constantly shrouded in light, then you will never see the beauty in the shadows.

"It's not the end that I fear with each breath, It's life that scares me to death." -Rise Against, "Rumors of my Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated."

Listen not to what people say about others, but form your own opinions, and pray you are not mistaken.

Fight fire with happiness, integrity, and politeness; it'll confuse 'em.

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Favourite genre of music: Metal/Rock
Operating System: Any computer I can get my hands on <3
MP3 player of choice: my phone + itouch
Catchphrase: "Even then" "So?" "Not cool" "Silly..."

Favourite Movies
Inception, Sherlock Holmes, etc.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Disturbed, Rise Against, Sick Puppies, Shinedown, All That Remains, etc.
Favourite Books
Unwind by Neal Shusterman, The Mortal Instruments Series, etc.
Favourite Writers
Robert Frost, Neal Shusterman, David Clement-Davies
Favourite Games
Left 4 Dead 1 & 2, Halo 3, Halo: Reach, COD MW2, COD Black Ops, etc.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS 3 & Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
pencil, paper, colored pencils
Other Interests
Tons o' stuff.
I can't believe?? This account?? Still exists??? I'm definitely going to read through all my old poetry and cringe omg

*pain + quiz yay

*pain + quiz yay

*pain: noun 1. physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. she's in great pain mental suffering or distress. the pain of loss an annoying or tedious person or thing. she's a pain 2. careful effort; great care or trouble. she took pains to see that everyone ate well verb 1. cause mental or physical pain to. it pains me to say this. quite the extensive definition, google. i applaud you. quiz yay 1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie. I don't really have a favorite movie, but I can tell you about a time I watched one of my favorites. So, I was watching this movie called "Primal Fear" and at first I'm li

*Challenge + quiz thingy

*Challenge + quiz thingy

*Challenge: noun 1 a call to take part in a contest or competition, esp. a duel. verb 1 invite (someone) to engage in a contest: He challenged me at the bar by saying "Bitch come at me" and I did. from back-from-dah-DEAD (https://www.deviantart.com/back-from-dah-dead) I keep stealing things from her since she does quizzes that are fun and entertaining for late night adventures. 1: Are you ready for 200 questions? There aren't 200...I'll add more to make it so >: ) 2: Was your last relationship a mistake? Hah! Yeah, we didn't work out. 3: Do you miss your last relationship? Nah. I don't like being told that I'm going to hell and that he'll pray for me. 4: Who did you last say "i l

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