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Promoted Deviations

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My Room

My room. It is my safe zone, But also My cage. It is a place where I am alone with my thoughts And that is a dangerous thing to do. I fall into the pits of my own mind And black clouds appear over my head. It is a place of wonderous creation And slothful laziness. It is a place of comfort, But also of complacency It is where I can run and hide from the world, But it is also my window into the world Before me on a computer screen Where my faith in humanity is tested. It is a place of solitude and loneliness, But it is where I can be by myself. It is a place where I can be untouched by the outside, But is where I get too hung up on what others think. My room is a contradiction, Much like myself. It is a place where I get into my head too much, Yet it is where I want to be the most. It is the place I want to get out of. It is the place where I want to be. Alone Here in My room.

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Tower Of Flesh

TOWER OF FLESH We don’t know where it came from or how it came to be It lies in the city square by the centennial tree Severed arms stuck to it’s form reaching for sky Legs from old to newborn And various dismembered eyes My cousin said he saw one blinked when he past it late at night My aunt saw uncle michael His face writhing on the side It oozes, the tower of dark, sick crimson Smelling sweet yet, rotting within You can hear something moving throughout the hunk of decay And new pieces of humanity show up every day If your up in the morning Before the sun comes You can hear the tower’s occupants dull cold hum I went there one night- to investigate the sound And to my horror My beloved’s body bound. Her arm outstretched, her head hang low blonde locks stained with a rose’s life glow The lamp light flickered. as an appendage twitched I made hast back to my chamber to not fall bewitched. Before I slept I shut every Door I was restless because something tugged- in my

Literature

Invisible to the World

There are seasons in a life when the world does not so much reject you as it simply fails to register your presence—like ink written on glass rather than paper, visible only when the light strikes at a particular, merciless angle. You begin to suspect that you are not unheard, but unreceived. That your words do not vanish; they never arrive. That your existence is not denied by others, but merely uninscribed in their inner lexicon of what is worth noticing. And in this subtle distinction—this almost metaphysical administrative error—you begin to dissolve. I learned to walk through days as one traverses an unindexed page of a vast and indifferent manuscript. People passed me like weather passes over stone: not cruelly, not kindly, simply according to laws that have no obligation to acknowledge the solitary object beneath them. Conversations unfolded nearby, yet never quite with me; laughter erupted like a language I could translate but never inhabit. Even silence, which once felt like

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And That's Wrong.

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Depression...

No, depression is not just getting sad. It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones, An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders, Never mind your heart and soul. It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them) And no longer appreciating your self-worth. Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone. Depression holds you back from your dreams And pulls you into a nightmare. It takes full control of your existence. It makes you never want to get out of bed, And when you finally do, You just want to get back in it. But you know the hardest part? Ignorant people. Just. Like. You.

Literature

Think of This..

You want to end it? Think of this. You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table. You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade. And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight. Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up. Something to strangle you. Something to kill you.And you die.And that's the end, right? Wrong. So, so wrong.Your...

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Anorexia

I turn from food, its a poision that I dont need.It makes me ugly, fat, disgust, hateI turn away from it all, for the desire to be thinner.I look into a mirror, clouded by disgust and despair.Hate, guilt, uglyThis is what I am known to be.The desire to be thinner, is the way to go.Food is my enemy, Food makes me fat.I wish to be thinner. So I starve myself everyday.This is the life Ive always lived. A life of Anorexia is what I am known to be

Literature

Dear Anorexia

Dear Anorexia Dear Anorexia, I hate you so much. Why do you do this to me? I keep on asking myself. Dear Anorexia, You are slowly killing me. In the beginning I thought you were my friend. The one that helped me get through life challenges. Dear Anorexia, You are my nightmare. You were there when I needed you, But now you are the one that haunts me daily. Dear Anorexia, I once needed you in my life. Now I'm at that stage, Where I wish you would just disappear. Dear Anorexia, Why are you doing this to me? We used to be very close, Where you told me lies on a daily basis. Dear Anorexia, I no longer need you. My body needs a break, You tortured me long enough. Dear Anorexia, One day you will be gone. When that day comes, I'll celebrate my recovery with pride. Dear Anorexia, You aren't going to win this fight. I am stronger than you have hoped. In the end you will be gone for good.

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I am Borderline Personality Disorder

I don't know who I am, I don't know where I'm from. I don't know what to do, I don't know where to begin.I am the darkness, that surrounds my thoughts. I am the light, on my brighter days.I am the madness, that rages out. I am the guilt, that feels all.I don't know my identity. I don't know these thoughts. I don't know whether I should shout, or cry and look the other way.I am the tears, from my eyes. I am the anger, that starts to explode.I am the death, of the unknown. I am living, until i stop breathing.One minute I am happy and smiling. The next i start to rage and explode. I start crying after I calm down. I begin to shy away from tho...

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Letting Go of You

Letting Go of You: You abandoned me in the past without so much as a proper goodbye One day you simply chose to walk out the door and you never did come back...I was angry then, hurting badly I wondered if I was in some way inadequate I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise and eventually my sorrow turned to angerI wanted to become great to show you that you made the wrong choice to take my strength and throw it in your face just so you would regret it But then I saw how happy you were... In the time we've been apart You've made a new life for yourself You've found someone who loves and treasures you and upon seeing that, my...

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You Left Me Stronger

You Left Me Stronger: Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrongI questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.I thought a lot about the things you said...The things that were my fault , my problems .I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite...

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Nine Words to Say I Miss You

I never knew loneliness; until the day we met...

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Anti-Feminism

How dare you talk shit about feminism when it is the very reason you are even here.Without feminism you would be at home uneducated with six kids cooking some meal for your husband.Each day, you should thank feminism so you can sit here in those heels in that skirt with that cleavage without getting knocked down on the street when this is what happens to women today in countries without feminism.They say ignorance is bliss maybe you would be happy within the bounds of your own ignorance but forever inferior in all matters of life.You dumb bimbo.

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Cutter

“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?” I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine. “What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?” Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs. “Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?” They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise. “What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?” I’ll be okay, darling. I just wish to die.

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Daddy Please

Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna know Where is she hiding, and why did she go? Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze. Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run? Daddy, I know all the things you have done.Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars Hidden from me like the faraway stars.Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears. Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts I just wanna think this is some silly act.Daddy, I love you, you know this is true But honestly, why do you do what you do?Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her do...

Stories

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gambler

He clench caresses the dice and marbles within his constantly Opening and closing palm Occasionally rolling them…Chucks a pack of fanned cards Unto and upon the table Folds his arms and gambler grinsRakes in his winnings With busy fingers…Shuffles his dollar bills Plays them like an accordionSticks out a tongue With a silver coin upon it…He pops a piece of caviar Into his mouth, bit by bit One at a time….He spits the sliver of currency from his mouth And downs the dominoesAnd then he leaves With a darts throw to and Between your eyes Pamphlet page attachedReading quite simply That it’s your loss….

Literature

A nightblades tale

He sits, watches patiently, bites his lower lip, waiting for a highwayman to pass by, the nightblade, holding his heavy broadsword, ready to take a superpower swing for the steal, fire in the belly, anticipating endlessly. Behind the rocks he stashes, stores himself, out of seen, out of sight, ready to fight, he takes the hankerchief from his soldiers pocket and ensures the swords steel in shining supremely, looking its absolute best before its use. The moss, the flowers, the trees and the leaves provide extra, additional cover… II One wrong mushroom later he dazes off into an all too rare, careless slumber, but oncoming g...

Literature

She wears well her child bearing hips

Though you may very well despise me for it, sized by chances seized her up and smiled and the glimpse and sights I found. She wears well her child bearing hips, not without a hand of hers upon, I not equipped with the will the cease my stare as she does so, deep and shapely seated is she with the restaurants table accompanying throning, legs crucified in cross way overlapping and ever the slender, the tart, I swear she was taunting me. II Turn and you’d miss her to disappearance, if you saw her from above rather then below, white dress wraps less so kindly closer towards her heals and chest. To me she is perfect, her royal ...

Words

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The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, of guitars and stars, with such breathless intensity then stops short and apologises for speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up , keep it down , nobody cares. People aren’t born sad. We make them that way.

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I am You

Life spoke to the void. "Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."Death spoke to the void. "I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."Joy spoke to the void. "I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."Hope asked the void: "Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"War spoke to the void. "I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."Peace spoke to the void. "I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"Innocence asked the void: "Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"Strife asked the void: "Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet...

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On self-love

Maybe who she really loves, is the name of the boy she thinks of, while she lines her chatoyant eyes with charcoalmaybe the name she really needs to think of, is her own.

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Promoted Deviations

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My Room

My room. It is my safe zone, But also My cage. It is a place where I am alone with my thoughts And that is a dangerous thing to do. I fall into the pits of my own mind And black clouds appear over my head. It is a place of wonderous creation And slothful laziness. It is a place of comfort, But also of complacency It is where I can run and hide from the world, But it is also my window into the world Before me on a computer screen Where my faith in humanity is tested. It is a place of solitude and loneliness, But it is where I can be by myself. It is a place where I can be untouched by the outside, But is where I get too hung up on what others think. My room is a contradiction, Much like myself. It is a place where I get into my head too much, Yet it is where I want to be the most. It is the place I want to get out of. It is the place where I want to be. Alone Here in My room.

Literature

Tower Of Flesh

TOWER OF FLESH We don’t know where it came from or how it came to be It lies in the city square by the centennial tree Severed arms stuck to it’s form reaching for sky Legs from old to newborn And various dismembered eyes My cousin said he saw one blinked when he past it late at night My aunt saw uncle michael His face writhing on the side It oozes, the tower of dark, sick crimson Smelling sweet yet, rotting within You can hear something moving throughout the hunk of decay And new pieces of humanity show up every day If your up in the morning Before the sun comes You can hear the tower’s occupants dull cold hum I went there one night- to investigate the sound And to my horror My beloved’s body bound. Her arm outstretched, her head hang low blonde locks stained with a rose’s life glow The lamp light flickered. as an appendage twitched I made hast back to my chamber to not fall bewitched. Before I slept I shut every Door I was restless because something tugged- in my

Literature

Invisible to the World

There are seasons in a life when the world does not so much reject you as it simply fails to register your presence—like ink written on glass rather than paper, visible only when the light strikes at a particular, merciless angle. You begin to suspect that you are not unheard, but unreceived. That your words do not vanish; they never arrive. That your existence is not denied by others, but merely uninscribed in their inner lexicon of what is worth noticing. And in this subtle distinction—this almost metaphysical administrative error—you begin to dissolve. I learned to walk through days as one traverses an unindexed page of a vast and indifferent manuscript. People passed me like weather passes over stone: not cruelly, not kindly, simply according to laws that have no obligation to acknowledge the solitary object beneath them. Conversations unfolded nearby, yet never quite with me; laughter erupted like a language I could translate but never inhabit. Even silence, which once felt like

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Depression...

No, depression is not just getting sad. It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones, An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders, Never mind your heart and soul. It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them) And no longer appreciating your self-worth. Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone. Depression holds you back from your dreams And pulls you into a nightmare. It takes full control of your existence. It makes you never want to get out of bed, And when you finally do, You just want to get back in it. But you know the hardest part? Ignorant people. Just. Like. You.

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Think of This..

You want to end it? Think of this. You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table. You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade. And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight. Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up. Something to strangle you. Something to kill you.And you die.And that's the end, right? Wrong. So, so wrong.Your...

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Anorexia

I turn from food, its a poision that I dont need.It makes me ugly, fat, disgust, hateI turn away from it all, for the desire to be thinner.I look into a mirror, clouded by disgust and despair.Hate, guilt, uglyThis is what I am known to be.The desire to be thinner, is the way to go.Food is my enemy, Food makes me fat.I wish to be thinner. So I starve myself everyday.This is the life Ive always lived. A life of Anorexia is what I am known to be

Literature

Dear Anorexia

Dear Anorexia Dear Anorexia, I hate you so much. Why do you do this to me? I keep on asking myself. Dear Anorexia, You are slowly killing me. In the beginning I thought you were my friend. The one that helped me get through life challenges. Dear Anorexia, You are my nightmare. You were there when I needed you, But now you are the one that haunts me daily. Dear Anorexia, I once needed you in my life. Now I'm at that stage, Where I wish you would just disappear. Dear Anorexia, Why are you doing this to me? We used to be very close, Where you told me lies on a daily basis. Dear Anorexia, I no longer need you. My body needs a break, You tortured me long enough. Dear Anorexia, One day you will be gone. When that day comes, I'll celebrate my recovery with pride. Dear Anorexia, You aren't going to win this fight. I am stronger than you have hoped. In the end you will be gone for good.

Literature

I am Borderline Personality Disorder

I don't know who I am, I don't know where I'm from. I don't know what to do, I don't know where to begin.I am the darkness, that surrounds my thoughts. I am the light, on my brighter days.I am the madness, that rages out. I am the guilt, that feels all.I don't know my identity. I don't know these thoughts. I don't know whether I should shout, or cry and look the other way.I am the tears, from my eyes. I am the anger, that starts to explode.I am the death, of the unknown. I am living, until i stop breathing.One minute I am happy and smiling. The next i start to rage and explode. I start crying after I calm down. I begin to shy away from tho...

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Letting Go of You

Letting Go of You: You abandoned me in the past without so much as a proper goodbye One day you simply chose to walk out the door and you never did come back...I was angry then, hurting badly I wondered if I was in some way inadequate I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise and eventually my sorrow turned to angerI wanted to become great to show you that you made the wrong choice to take my strength and throw it in your face just so you would regret it But then I saw how happy you were... In the time we've been apart You've made a new life for yourself You've found someone who loves and treasures you and upon seeing that, my...

Literature

You Left Me Stronger

You Left Me Stronger: Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrongI questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.I thought a lot about the things you said...The things that were my fault , my problems .I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite...

Literature

Nine Words to Say I Miss You

I never knew loneliness; until the day we met...

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Anti-Feminism

How dare you talk shit about feminism when it is the very reason you are even here.Without feminism you would be at home uneducated with six kids cooking some meal for your husband.Each day, you should thank feminism so you can sit here in those heels in that skirt with that cleavage without getting knocked down on the street when this is what happens to women today in countries without feminism.They say ignorance is bliss maybe you would be happy within the bounds of your own ignorance but forever inferior in all matters of life.You dumb bimbo.

Literature

Cutter

“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?” I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine. “What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?” Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs. “Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?” They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise. “What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?” I’ll be okay, darling. I just wish to die.

Literature

Daddy Please

Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna know Where is she hiding, and why did she go? Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze. Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run? Daddy, I know all the things you have done.Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars Hidden from me like the faraway stars.Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears. Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts I just wanna think this is some silly act.Daddy, I love you, you know this is true But honestly, why do you do what you do?Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her do...

Stories

Literature

gambler

He clench caresses the dice and marbles within his constantly Opening and closing palm Occasionally rolling them…Chucks a pack of fanned cards Unto and upon the table Folds his arms and gambler grinsRakes in his winnings With busy fingers…Shuffles his dollar bills Plays them like an accordionSticks out a tongue With a silver coin upon it…He pops a piece of caviar Into his mouth, bit by bit One at a time….He spits the sliver of currency from his mouth And downs the dominoesAnd then he leaves With a darts throw to and Between your eyes Pamphlet page attachedReading quite simply That it’s your loss….

Literature

A nightblades tale

He sits, watches patiently, bites his lower lip, waiting for a highwayman to pass by, the nightblade, holding his heavy broadsword, ready to take a superpower swing for the steal, fire in the belly, anticipating endlessly. Behind the rocks he stashes, stores himself, out of seen, out of sight, ready to fight, he takes the hankerchief from his soldiers pocket and ensures the swords steel in shining supremely, looking its absolute best before its use. The moss, the flowers, the trees and the leaves provide extra, additional cover… II One wrong mushroom later he dazes off into an all too rare, careless slumber, but oncoming g...

Literature

She wears well her child bearing hips

Though you may very well despise me for it, sized by chances seized her up and smiled and the glimpse and sights I found. She wears well her child bearing hips, not without a hand of hers upon, I not equipped with the will the cease my stare as she does so, deep and shapely seated is she with the restaurants table accompanying throning, legs crucified in cross way overlapping and ever the slender, the tart, I swear she was taunting me. II Turn and you’d miss her to disappearance, if you saw her from above rather then below, white dress wraps less so kindly closer towards her heals and chest. To me she is perfect, her royal ...

Words

Literature

The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, of guitars and stars, with such breathless intensity then stops short and apologises for speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up , keep it down , nobody cares. People aren’t born sad. We make them that way.

Literature

I am You

Life spoke to the void. "Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."Death spoke to the void. "I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."Joy spoke to the void. "I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."Hope asked the void: "Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"War spoke to the void. "I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."Peace spoke to the void. "I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"Innocence asked the void: "Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"Strife asked the void: "Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet...

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On self-love

Maybe who she really loves, is the name of the boy she thinks of, while she lines her chatoyant eyes with charcoalmaybe the name she really needs to think of, is her own.

Deviation Actions

My Room

Tower Of Flesh

Invisible to the World

And That's Wrong.

Depression...

Think of This..

Anorexia

Dear Anorexia

I am Borderline Personality Disorder

Letting Go of You

You Left Me Stronger

Nine Words to Say I Miss You

Anti-Feminism

Cutter

Daddy Please

gambler

A nightblades tale

She wears well her child bearing hips

The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

I am You

On self-love

My Room

Tower Of Flesh

Invisible to the World

And That's Wrong.

Depression...

Think of This..

Anorexia

Dear Anorexia

I am Borderline Personality Disorder

Letting Go of You

You Left Me Stronger

Nine Words to Say I Miss You

Anti-Feminism

Cutter

Daddy Please

gambler

A nightblades tale

She wears well her child bearing hips

The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

I am You

On self-love

I Love You Flower

Description

My Room

Tower Of Flesh

Invisible to the World

And That's Wrong.

Depression...

Think of This..

Anorexia

Dear Anorexia

I am Borderline Personality Disorder

Letting Go of You

You Left Me Stronger

Nine Words to Say I Miss You

Anti-Feminism

Cutter

Daddy Please

gambler

A nightblades tale

She wears well her child bearing hips

The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

I am You

On self-love