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Seven Days A Snowman

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Seven Days A Snowman

The first day I passed the snowman, he was three orbs of perfection, stacked up on each other like bleached pancakes. His eyes were standard; two vaguely-circular nuggets of coal, placed not far above his sturdy carrot nose. His nose, in turn, was placed not far above the forced - yet natural grin - created with the same material as his eyes, though positioned in the upwards curve of a smile. The snowman wasn’t alive. But if he were, he would be as happy as me, as I walked towards the love of my life. The next day, we wore hats. What I wore was nothing more than a standard winter hat. But what he wore was elegant; beautiful. Not for th
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Pebbles

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Pebbles

Your eyes left mine as you left my side ‘let’s just be friends’ but we were never friends from the first time I messaged you, we both knew we would become two pretty pebbles washed ashore laying together on the beach. And I noticed you never wore the necklace I made you. And I wondered if you didn’t like it, and I wondered if you didn’t like me. But you told me you did. You told me you loved me. Then, You picked yourself up and threw yourself to another location. And I sat there, in the scorching sand in solitude, wondering what I could have done; But you said it wasn’t me, it was you, and that I deserved
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'They stick pins in you like a vegetable'

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'They stick pins in you like a vegetable'

Slowly, all the soft whimpers of pain fuse into one deafening scream. If Heaven were an alley full of drunks, addicts, and prostitutes, this was Hell. On cold metal slabs in rooms lacking light, disorientated souls melt away with the perpetual cry of despair. A hundred or so, all strapped down naked to the cold metal slabs, all enduring the pins stabbing through their flesh as if it were an institute for voodoo dolls. Their cracked lips beg for water, just as they beg for release. But there is one who enjoys this process; she believes it will make her beautiful. Her chapped lips curve up into a discreet smile as a pin is skewered through he
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Truce - Twenty One Pilots

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Truce - Twenty One Pilots

I can’t remember when I first heard this song. But I remember when I first listened to it, I made a promise. All Twenty One Pilots want from their fan base is for them to stay alive. And I feel this song, out of every one they’ve ever done, reflects that the best. It’s so raw and short, the message being clear to anyone who listens to it: Stay alive. That’s all Tyler Joseph, the lyricist and singer, asks of you. He understands life is hard, and so doesn’t ask anything difficult of you. Yet at the same time, he asks you to do what could be the hardest thing in your life. Despite how much we may hate our lives, T
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Through Breakages Come Bonds

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Through Breakages Come Bonds

In the darkest days of our existence, when we cannot depend on even ourselves for survival, there is single solace that can bring us through; bonds. Bonds have the ability to fix what is broken. Not all breakages can be fixed, but regardless of whether they can, bonds can help to comfort the person on the inside. From the physical breakage of a broken bone to the mental breakage of depression, one of the main ingredients to recovery is companionship. Through the foggiest of days, sometimes we may notice a fan blowing the mist away and clearing the world a little. A fan that, should the day be without fog, would go unnoticed, simply dismissed
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My Dark City

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My Dark City

My city is dark. No electricity No lights of my own to push the darkness away But you shine upon my dark city Everyday you rise, to give me light And cleanse the darkness of my dark city And when you have to leave I stumble onwards in the dark, blindly Taking comfort in the knowledge You will rise soon again To light up my dark city.
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(Don't)

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(Don't)

Break me then complain I'm broken.
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Melting Snow

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Melting Snow

He was once snow, Fluffy and bright. But then came the sun, and he lost his light.
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Good Enough

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Good Enough

I know you don’t think you’re good enough. I know you don’t think you’re important. I know you don’t think you could ever make anyone smile. But you are good enough. You are important. And you make me smile.
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Seven Days A Snowman

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Seven Days A Snowman

The first day I passed the snowman, he was three orbs of perfection, stacked up on each other like bleached pancakes. His eyes were standard; two vaguely-circular nuggets of coal, placed not far above his sturdy carrot nose. His nose, in turn, was placed not far above the forced - yet natural grin - created with the same material as his eyes, though positioned in the upwards curve of a smile. The snowman wasn’t alive. But if he were, he would be as happy as me, as I walked towards the love of my life. The next day, we wore hats. What I wore was nothing more than a standard winter hat. But what he wore was elegant; beautiful. Not for th
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Pebbles

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Pebbles

Your eyes left mine as you left my side ‘let’s just be friends’ but we were never friends from the first time I messaged you, we both knew we would become two pretty pebbles washed ashore laying together on the beach. And I noticed you never wore the necklace I made you. And I wondered if you didn’t like it, and I wondered if you didn’t like me. But you told me you did. You told me you loved me. Then, You picked yourself up and threw yourself to another location. And I sat there, in the scorching sand in solitude, wondering what I could have done; But you said it wasn’t me, it was you, and that I deserved
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'They stick pins in you like a vegetable'

T

'They stick pins in you like a vegetable'

Slowly, all the soft whimpers of pain fuse into one deafening scream. If Heaven were an alley full of drunks, addicts, and prostitutes, this was Hell. On cold metal slabs in rooms lacking light, disorientated souls melt away with the perpetual cry of despair. A hundred or so, all strapped down naked to the cold metal slabs, all enduring the pins stabbing through their flesh as if it were an institute for voodoo dolls. Their cracked lips beg for water, just as they beg for release. But there is one who enjoys this process; she believes it will make her beautiful. Her chapped lips curve up into a discreet smile as a pin is skewered through he
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Truce - Twenty One Pilots

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Truce - Twenty One Pilots

I can’t remember when I first heard this song. But I remember when I first listened to it, I made a promise. All Twenty One Pilots want from their fan base is for them to stay alive. And I feel this song, out of every one they’ve ever done, reflects that the best. It’s so raw and short, the message being clear to anyone who listens to it: Stay alive. That’s all Tyler Joseph, the lyricist and singer, asks of you. He understands life is hard, and so doesn’t ask anything difficult of you. Yet at the same time, he asks you to do what could be the hardest thing in your life. Despite how much we may hate our lives, T
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Through Breakages Come Bonds

T

Through Breakages Come Bonds

In the darkest days of our existence, when we cannot depend on even ourselves for survival, there is single solace that can bring us through; bonds. Bonds have the ability to fix what is broken. Not all breakages can be fixed, but regardless of whether they can, bonds can help to comfort the person on the inside. From the physical breakage of a broken bone to the mental breakage of depression, one of the main ingredients to recovery is companionship. Through the foggiest of days, sometimes we may notice a fan blowing the mist away and clearing the world a little. A fan that, should the day be without fog, would go unnoticed, simply dismissed
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My Dark City

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My Dark City

My city is dark. No electricity No lights of my own to push the darkness away But you shine upon my dark city Everyday you rise, to give me light And cleanse the darkness of my dark city And when you have to leave I stumble onwards in the dark, blindly Taking comfort in the knowledge You will rise soon again To light up my dark city.
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(Don't)

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(Don't)

Break me then complain I'm broken.
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Melting Snow

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Melting Snow

He was once snow, Fluffy and bright. But then came the sun, and he lost his light.
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Good Enough

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Good Enough

I know you don’t think you’re good enough. I know you don’t think you’re important. I know you don’t think you could ever make anyone smile. But you are good enough. You are important. And you make me smile.
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Fate

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Fate

A sunny day in the park.  There is a single bench CENTRE  stage.  GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench.  He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe.  He is reading a newspaper.  Enter PETER from the RIGHT.   He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie.  He is carrying a paper bag.  PETER sits on the bench next to GOD,  setting his bag next to him.  He folds his hands and admires the weather. PETER.  Beautiful weather today. GOD  [focusing on his newspaper].  Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter. GOD  [shaking PETER's hand].  God. [GOD re
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.: Gays are revolting :.

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.: Gays are revolting :.

Gay people are disgusting And I certainly don’t think They are ok “They aren’t fine for society” “They aren’t perfectly normal” I do not believe They don’t choose to be gay “Belong in this world!”   No; Gays Should burn in Hell They, If anything We should hate them I’ll never agree with those who think “Tolerate” We Want to separate them It’s absolutely horrid when the populations Say they love each other and Think that it’s nice when they kiss Because I Just ridicule and mock them,   Really, REALLY hate them I’ve seen sometim
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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Dec 30, 1998
  • United Kingdom
  • Deviant for 6 years
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My Bio
I'm super gay

Favourite Movies
Wolf Children, Spirited Away
Favourite TV Shows
Orange is the new black, Sense8
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Twenty One Pilots, Halsey, Melanie Martinez
Favourite Books
Looking for Alaska, The Fault in our Stars, Gone series
Favourite Writers
John Green, David Levithan
Favourite Games
Undertale, Fall Out 4
Tools of the Trade
Pen, paper, phone, laptop, and this crazy thing in my head which should probably calm the f*ck down.
Other Interests
Outgaying other gays
Me: I'm going to be more active on Deviantart! Me two months later: Whoops

It happened.

It happened.

But a mere hour ago (+15 minutes due to writing this.) , I was frantically typing away on my keyboard as I realised I had five minutes to write approximately 500 words. The five minutes passed, and then tragically, the four digits in the top right of my screen transformed to 00:00. Thus ends my one month reign of my 1,000 words per day habit. I had wrote only 848 words, 152 short of my daily goal. It's sad that it has come to an end, but at least it has given me a chance to create my writing formula. (1000-A)*4+1000=B, Where A is the number of words I wrote yesterday, and B is the number of words I shall write today. That would mean that tod
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Why Hello there.

Why Hello there.

If you're reading this, you're probably on the wrong page. I'll let you redirect yourself. ... Still here? In that case, I'm Olidood, known to my (very few) friends as Oliver. I'm terrible at visual art, as you can tell by my profile picture which makes me look kind of female. Then again I can look pretty feminine IRL if I put my hair in a pony tail and wear my glasses, but I digress. I am currently working on a novel, and have been technically for a year and a half... But really, I just planned out the book then didn't look at it for another year. I started working on my novel again late October this year. The story has deviated a lot from
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Thank you for the favorite! :la:
No problem, thank you for the favourite too. :D (Big Grin) 
A little late, but thanks for the fav, much appreciated :meow:
You are very welcome, good sir. Thank you! Thank you! 
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No problem, I'm happy to be in the group :D (Big Grin) I'll be sure to submit any short poetry I write in the future! Also, thanks for the 
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