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Literature
Spell
Bubble bubble toil and trouble
Now I think I’m seeing double
Was that wine or was it more
I can’t seem to touch the floor
I’m floating away above the mist
The string is tight around my wrist
Clouds are laughing but it’s not amusing
My head is spinning it’s all confusing
Finding it difficult to open my eyes
Maybe alone at a party wasn’t wise
It was fun for a second I must say
But they knew I could never stay
They gave me jokes and funny lines
We talked about our favorite wines
I tried the one that was blood red
Thick and warm and full of dread
It coated my throat like sweet honey
But the flavor wasn’t worth the money
I should have known from the smell alone
My cover would soon be blown
Now my dress is torn and tattered
I’m sure my wrist bone shattered
I had to make them pay and suffer
They may be vampires, a witch is tougher
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Literature
Roasted
Round and round it goes
Fire licking the flesh
Popping of flames fill the silence
The heat spreads its arms
Some stand warm in the arms
Others stand back in the cold
Watching in frozen horror
As the girl is roasted for her sins
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Literature
Tranquil
They sleep when the world is quiet
It’s the best time to befriend the stars
Watch them glitter in the distance
Listen to the earth speak
At night is the only time
They say it’s peaceful at night
It’s the best time to reflect
But if you listen closely you hear
The earth is not talking
It’s screaming
They sleep when the world is quiet
It’s the best time to befriend the stars
Watch them burn in anger
Listen to the screaming earth
At night earth and the stars plot their revenge
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Literature
Poisonous
Your lips are pretty
And so are your words
No one noticed
How toxic you were
Your words are lies
Wrapped in shiny paper
And giant beautiful bows
Poetic to the surface
While damaging the soul
And this is where I am
Lost in pretty thoughts
Traveling the labyrinth
Of all your handsome tales
The poison is deep in my bones
Tearing apart who I once was
Making me your idea of perfect
It was the first hello
That was poisonous
I had a feeling
But I ignored it
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Literature
The Man with the Mustache
I wanted to hug him, brush his cheek, or kiss his forehead, but I just sat and watched him. He sat at a table alone, oblivious to the world around him. He said hello to the waitress and smiled at her and ordered his food. He was nothing but kind, but as soon as she walked away from him he stared off into the distance again. His hands were clasped together on top of the table unmoving. It was like I was looking at a picture, I couldn’t look away and if he knew I was staring at him he didn’t let on that he knew.
At first it was the scar over his eye that caught my attention. But once I was looking at him there was more there. There was a sadness that clung to his smile and screamed from his eyes. A quick glance would hide his pain, but look to long and you feel his pain. It seeps off of him like heat rising from the road in the dead of summer. You could see that he fought a dark sickness with in his soul, and I was drawn to him.
I was standing in front of him before I even re
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Literature
Memory Seeker
“But please, I have money to pay you. Just take it away.”
The kid had been standing in front of me for twenty minutes, trying her best to convince me to take her memories. How she found out about me is unknown, but she knows who and what I am. I am a vampire. But I am nothing like you are used to hearing about vampires. I do not feed on blood, I don’t steal souls. I do not lurk in dark alleys waiting for my next victim to slip in. I can feed with a small touch. I can brush up against a person walking the streets and I will feed. I don’t feed on emotions. I feed on memories. I try not to take the important memories, the ones that people cherish. I usually just take the small memories, the ones that are sitting in the back of the mind ready to be forgotten. Some times I will take the memory of where someone left their keys. If someone makes me angry I will take the memory of that important meeting they have that day.
It’s easy to steal a memory. It’s e
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Literature
Her Revenge
HA! I have been stuck in this prison for far too long. I bang on the bars day and night. I sleep when the chaos reigns and I wake when everyone else tries to sleep. I scream and yell at them when they sleep. I stomp the floor, I throw the bed. I have driven them all into the madness where I live. I have hooked them, chained them, welcomed them. They are now mine, stuck here with me, for me. They hate me! I love it, I thrive in their hate because there is one thing that I do have here. I have control. I brought them all here. They are mine and I tell them what to do, when to sleep, when to wake, when to scream and cry. I call their every move and there is nothing they can do about it. Once they stepped over that line into my world, once they stepped into my cell they gave up everything that once made them human.
I hear them yelling “I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” I say back to them “Can I pick?” Oh please let me pick, let me
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Literature
The Boy in the Trees
Within the trees there is a boy. His skin is black at night, but blends with the trees during the day. He hides in the trees and watches the world around him, waiting for the right person to notice him. He travels through the trees, never touching the ground, never stopping. He needs no food or water, he takes what he needs from the trees. Should someone spot him, someone who isn’t the right person, they would only see a child climbing in the trees. And when they look away they will have forgotten about him. The right one, the one he is looking for, will see him for what he is, they will remember him when they look away, they will fall in love with him. That is the one he searches for, the one that will save him from the darkness that traps him with in the trees.
It was a night full of stars and the moon so bright the world was glowing blue. He loved nights like this. He would talk to the moon when it was this bright and watch for stars that ran away from the sky. He heard someon
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Literature
Anxiety
Today I am falling apart
Heart broken and shattered
Scattered thoughts fragmented dreams
Seams ripped and frayed
Decayed and wilting
Titling towards an abyss
Bliss no where to be found
Wound so tight I could snap
But here I am trying to move on
Gone are the days of disregard
Marred innocence on parade
Wade through the destruction
Production is taking shape
Crepe shards of normalcy
Carelessly litter the floor
Door to sanity is closed
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Literature
Damsel In Distress
There is no prince charming
There is no white horse
There is only a damsel
And she is in distress
There is no secret family
There is no secret fund
There is only a damsel
And she is in distress
There is no mother ship
There is no alien planet
There is only a damsel
And she is in distress
This isn’t a fairy tale
Life can be a villain
And here we have a damsel
And she is in distress
She has no kiss to awaken her
She has never lost a shoe
She is just a simple damsel
And she is in distress
Living in reality
Lost in fantasy
She is a damsel
And she is in distress
I know I can’t keep waiting
I have to save myself
I am a damsel
And I am in distress
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Literature
November Prompt 9-1
Justin was waiting in the hotel room. He hadn’t slept in three days, too much had happened, too many people had died. Now he was stuck hiding in a hotel room. The hotel was run down and disgusting. When he had turned on the lights of the room he saw the roaches skittering into their hiding spots and a rat was still staring at him from around the corner of the dingy bathroom. He could feel his skin crawling from the dirt and grime, but it was the only place that didn’t ask for an I.D. The cops were after him, even after he told them that someone was following him.
He swore to the cops that he wasn’t the one killing the people he loved. Someone was tracking him down, killing anyone and everyone that he cared for. Lillian was the only one left, the only one that believed him. She was on her way to the hotel now, she was brining the surveillance footage from his home, where the killings had started. His little sister, Scarlett was the first victim. Scarlett got on his ner
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Literature
Prankster
Rumor has it; the mirror at the end of the fun house at the local fair will show you the last thing you will see before you die. None of us believed it and fought our way through the fun house. We only wanted to see what the mirror has to say about our future. We even made sure that it was the night of a full moon, at midnight. We may have snuck into the fair to see it after closing.
Carter was the one we all laughed at. According to the mirror, the last thing he would see was a cracked windshield and a “dead end” road sign. A few days later, we were no longer laughing. Carter swerved on the road to avoid hitting a deer and hit the road sign. The “dead end” road sign.
A few days after that Cassie was walking home from work, it was dark and she didn’t see that the man hole cover was missing. She fell to her death. The mirror showed her nothing but darkness, we now know why.
There are just two of us left now. Me and Edward.
My name is Brittany, and according
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Literature
8-2 Midnight
New town, new school, and new friends. The past few months had been a whirlwind of chaos. My room was still a mess of boxes and my little brother was even more annoying than usual. Aside from the annoyance and headaches, one good thing had come from the move, Tori and Nate, the twins, and my new best friends. We clicked almost instantly when I moved in to town. To make things even better, Tori had informed me that Nate was into me. Of course, I was okay with that because I had a crush on Nate as well.
They were the reason I was driving Ben, my little brother, and myself to the fair. Tori and Nate had convinced me it would be fun, despite my hate and fear of fairs. My parents had forced me to take Ben with me. It was going to be okay, he was meeting friends. We had already discussed where we would meet at the end of the night and at what time. We also both had our phones if something happened. He was 14, he could take care of himself. I was 17 and a senior in high school. It sucked chan
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Literature
Robot Dragon
I was putting away my tools when I heard the clatter on the table. I jerked around, holding back a curse, knowing exactly what I would see. I took a deep breath and left the garage. It was the fifth time that my dragon had fallen apart. If I couldn’t keep my own dragon together, how was I supposed raise dragons for my father? It was the last test I needed to pass to finally please my father, and I was failing miserably at it.
“Felix?” My mother asked from the kitchen as I walked down the hall.
“Yeah, it’s me.” I answered back, changing course to head into the kitchen. I stopped in the archway and leaned against the frame. My mother kept a clean house and would only fuss if I walked into the kitchen in my work clothes. I was covered in grease, dirt, and possibly a little blood.
“Did you get your robot working?” She asked. Her back was turned to me as she stood over the stove. The aroma of her meatloaf  filled the air, and my stomach g
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Literature
Back Into the Light
Broken
    My pieces strewn everywhere
Bruised
     Down to my very soul
Used
     By people I don't need
Lost
     With no direction
Looking
     For the rest of me
Searching
      For answers that no one has
Craving
      For something real
Begging
      Someone save me
Crying
      To finally find peace
Surviving
       Only to hate another day
I want to thrive.
To live
To Love
To smile
I want to be happy
and whole
Someone, please
grab my searching hand
help guide me back
back into the light.
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Literature
Bedtime prayer
Now I lay me down to rest
I pray the lord my soul to test
Please help me stay strong
And let me know when I am wrong
Keep me brave in my belief
Save me from eternal grief
Help me find what I have sought
To cure my ever haunting thought
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Bubble bubble toil and trouble
Now I think I’m seeing double
Was that wine or was it more
I can’t seem to touch the floor

I’m floating away above the mist
The string is tight around my wrist
Clouds are laughing but it’s not amusing
My head is spinning it’s all confusing

Finding it difficult to open my eyes
Maybe alone at a party wasn’t wise
It was fun for a second I must say
But they knew I could never stay

They gave me jokes and funny lines
We talked about our favorite wines
I tried the one that was blood red
Thick and warm and full of dread

It coated my throat like sweet honey
But the flavor wasn’t worth the money
I should have known from the smell alone
My cover would soon be blown

Now my dress is torn and tattered
I’m sure my wrist bone shattered
I had to make them pay and suffer
They may be vampires, a witch is tougher

Round and round it goes
Fire licking the flesh
Popping of flames fill the silence
The heat spreads its arms



Some stand warm in the arms
Others stand back in the cold
Watching in frozen horror
As the girl is roasted for her sins

They sleep when the world is quiet
It’s the best time to befriend the stars
Watch them glitter in the distance
Listen to the earth speak
At night is the only time

They say it’s peaceful at night
It’s the best time to reflect
But if you listen closely you hear
The earth is not talking
It’s screaming

They sleep when the world is quiet
It’s the best time to befriend the stars
Watch them burn in anger
Listen to the screaming earth
At night earth and the stars plot their revenge
Tranquil
2 of 30 inktober prompts used for poems. 

If interested about the prompts you can find them here...inktober.com/rules
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Your lips are pretty
And so are your words
No one noticed
How toxic you were
Your words are lies
Wrapped in shiny paper
And giant beautiful bows
Poetic to the surface
While damaging the soul
And this is where I am
Lost in pretty thoughts
Traveling the labyrinth
Of all your handsome tales
The poison is deep in my bones
Tearing apart who I once was
Making me your idea of perfect
It was the first hello
That was poisonous
I had a feeling
But I ignored it
Poisonous
So there is this thing that some artist are doing called Inktober. I found the prompts that some of them are going by and decided to use the prompts to challenge myself to write a poem a day.  I am a little behind, but I will catch up before the end of the month.
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Heather Mostella
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
I am just a crazy girl living in a sane world. I spend most of my time day dreaming and writing stories...and avoiding reality for as long as possible. I work a part time job and I go to school. I am hoping to join the military next year, I just have to get my butt moving. *Until We Meet Again* ~Heather

Here are a few places you find more about me:
A Dream and a Passion: My blog
My Facebook page

Current Residence: SC
Favourite genre of music: Just about any and all
Interests
It has been so long since I updated this blog. So very long. I don't even know what to put here except I am trying to write more these days. I have decided that this is what I want to do for my life. I want to write. I just finished my first book and it is being revised and edited by myself and another person. Then, I would like to send it off and hope and pray that someone sees potential in me and signs me to their company. I want so badly to make this my life. I can stay in this fantasy world I have created and maybe one day Reality will be just as good.

That is all. Just an update. Nothing more.
  • Listening to: Bassnectar
  • Reading: Torment By Lauren Kate
  • Watching: The spakling lights of fantasy

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HOliArt Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you for your faves and comment!
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Cagedsoul55 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks so much for the fave :) :hug:
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Thank you for the favorite! :)
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Thanks for the favorites add!
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SmileURawesome Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2011
hey!
Your beautiful, and i love your eye photography :D
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Pythongurl Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. :) And you are wonderful for what you are doing. We could all use a pick-me-up every now and then. Good luck on your quest to spread a smile.
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Bahama-dreams Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011
Thanks so much for the :+favlove: on Backseat Boudior I hope you'll check out my other stuff as well
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Pythongurl Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Your welcome. Sorry I didn't leave a reply on it...I was in a hurry and forgot to come back. lol
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Bahama-dreams Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2011
That's cool, maybe on something else then *shrugs*
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scaryprincess Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2010  Student General Artist
thanks for faving 'stay for a bit longer' I'm really glad that you like it. oh and good luck with the writing and the forum ^_^
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