Ladies and gentlemen,
You are about to behold
The famous
Disappearing act!
My lovely assistant
Will vanish
Before your very eyes.
I am an illusion.
I am not a girl.
I am emptiness;
A negative exponent.
And the less you see of me
The more beautiful I'll be
And then I'll be
Gone.
Let the show begin!
Vegetabelle
Kerry MarleyNewest Deviations
Literature
Disappearing Act
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Literature
Designers
My world is a whirlwind
Of fabric and threads,
Needles and pins,
And sewing machines.
I'll carve out my name
In a song
That you can't forget,
And you'll keep singing.
Love what I like
And lust what I wear.
You can have it a
Step behind me.
Of fabric and threads,
Needles and pins,
And sewing machines.
I'll carve out my name
In a song
That you can't forget,
And you'll keep singing.
Love what I like
And lust what I wear.
You can have it a
Step behind me.
Vegetabelle Vegetabelle
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4
Literature
College is the Root of All Sadess
My eyes feel like crying.
I'm lying on top of the sheets,
Curled up
In the clothes I've stolen from you.
(But it wasn't really stealing
Because you forgot them
Since I wore them so much.)
And I miss you,
But that isn't why
I want to cry.
There are so many things
I should be doing.
I should study
Or read
Ou finir mes devoirs.
And it's exhausting you know,
Getting bad grades
Because I'm not a mind-reader.
They tell me that
In order to do what I love,
I have to do lots of things
I don't love,
Because you won't go anywhere
Without a liberal arts education.
But everyone knows that
A bachelor's degree isn't impressive anymore.
Come back when you have a Master's, Sweetheart.
I'm really not even sure
If that's why I feel sad though.
I just want to badly
To create things.
And being too busy to
Live up to my potential
Is depressing.
I'm lying on top of the sheets,
Curled up
In the clothes I've stolen from you.
(But it wasn't really stealing
Because you forgot them
Since I wore them so much.)
And I miss you,
But that isn't why
I want to cry.
There are so many things
I should be doing.
I should study
Or read
Ou finir mes devoirs.
And it's exhausting you know,
Getting bad grades
Because I'm not a mind-reader.
They tell me that
In order to do what I love,
I have to do lots of things
I don't love,
Because you won't go anywhere
Without a liberal arts education.
But everyone knows that
A bachelor's degree isn't impressive anymore.
Come back when you have a Master's, Sweetheart.
I'm really not even sure
If that's why I feel sad though.
I just want to badly
To create things.
And being too busy to
Live up to my potential
Is depressing.
Vegetabelle Vegetabelle
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Literature
Don't Worry, Hester, They Got Me Wrong Too.
You try pin me
With your gilded letters,
And cover me
With your vocabulary words,
But I can sew my own clothes,
And I will not be
So easily
Defined.
With your gilded letters,
And cover me
With your vocabulary words,
But I can sew my own clothes,
And I will not be
So easily
Defined.
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Mature content
Not To Be A Snob, But
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Literature
Am I Meant to Sing?
Maybe I am meant
To only sing
Other people's hearts,
And keep my own
Contained in
Back-shelf memoirs,
Not to see the light,
Let alone reverberate
Into waiting hands
Performed from a stage.
To only sing
Other people's hearts,
And keep my own
Contained in
Back-shelf memoirs,
Not to see the light,
Let alone reverberate
Into waiting hands
Performed from a stage.
Vegetabelle Vegetabelle
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Literature
Fountain Pens
I feel empty and depleted.
I am drained and so defeated.
I have nothing left.
It seems my heart wasn't enough.
Days are years with little sleeping
You say my character is steeping.
I have bled to fill
Your fountain pens. Dissect me again.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have asked too much
And I'm drying up.
I'm reduced to embers.
But if you would just leave
Me room to breathe,
Then maybe I could recover.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have held me down,
But I'm gaining ground.
You can't hold on forever.
I know you have your doubts,
But if you'd hear me out,
We could fight this war together.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
I am drained and so defeated.
I have nothing left.
It seems my heart wasn't enough.
Days are years with little sleeping
You say my character is steeping.
I have bled to fill
Your fountain pens. Dissect me again.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have asked too much
And I'm drying up.
I'm reduced to embers.
But if you would just leave
Me room to breathe,
Then maybe I could recover.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have held me down,
But I'm gaining ground.
You can't hold on forever.
I know you have your doubts,
But if you'd hear me out,
We could fight this war together.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
Vegetabelle Vegetabelle
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2
Literature
Timed Out
I was full of words.
I breathed them in
And they danced
On my tongue,
But it was too soon
To free them,
So I held my breath.
They burned their way
Into my lungs,
Trying to claw themselves
Out of my chest
But I choked them back,
And they suffocated.
I breathed them in
And they danced
On my tongue,
But it was too soon
To free them,
So I held my breath.
They burned their way
Into my lungs,
Trying to claw themselves
Out of my chest
But I choked them back,
And they suffocated.
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Literature
Is That The Best You Can Do?
You call yourself
A rebel with a cause;
A unique voice against your oppressors;
A heart with a song worth hearing,
But the word-petals you throw
Down in front of your own feet
Are childish, Flower Girl.
Pick up those palm branches.
You can walk on the ground
Just like the rest of us, Your Holiness.
You aren't a savior.
A rebel with a cause;
A unique voice against your oppressors;
A heart with a song worth hearing,
But the word-petals you throw
Down in front of your own feet
Are childish, Flower Girl.
Pick up those palm branches.
You can walk on the ground
Just like the rest of us, Your Holiness.
You aren't a savior.
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Literature
Peripheral Vision
You're just like everybody else, Snowflake.
I was afraid of that,
But I gave you a piece of my heart anyway.
It happens, whether you want it to
Or not, you know,
When you stay up all night
Telling all your secrets;
When you trust people;
When you believe in them.
And though I couldn't entertain the thought,
I couldn't help but fall in love a little.
When I told you that
I stand in the periphery,
You were so shocked-
(How could someone so vibrant
Not be the very sun?)
So surprised and appalled
When I told you that people get bored of me,
But it's been two months,
And you've already moved on
Four times.
I was afraid of that,
But I gave you a piece of my heart anyway.
It happens, whether you want it to
Or not, you know,
When you stay up all night
Telling all your secrets;
When you trust people;
When you believe in them.
And though I couldn't entertain the thought,
I couldn't help but fall in love a little.
When I told you that
I stand in the periphery,
You were so shocked-
(How could someone so vibrant
Not be the very sun?)
So surprised and appalled
When I told you that people get bored of me,
But it's been two months,
And you've already moved on
Four times.
Vegetabelle Vegetabelle
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2
Literature
Put My Hands Down
I've lived these days
Looking over my shoulder
At you, looking over mine,
And I am afraid of
What you'll see
And what you'll say.
You always ask too much of me,
And you take success for granted.
You take more than I can give
And drag me along,
Laughing when I fall.
But I can't stand up;
Can't leave yet.
I can't put my hands down.
I'm still too weak
To walk my own path, I
Haven't learned to fly
Yet.
Looking over my shoulder
At you, looking over mine,
And I am afraid of
What you'll see
And what you'll say.
You always ask too much of me,
And you take success for granted.
You take more than I can give
And drag me along,
Laughing when I fall.
But I can't stand up;
Can't leave yet.
I can't put my hands down.
I'm still too weak
To walk my own path, I
Haven't learned to fly
Yet.
Vegetabelle Vegetabelle
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Literature
Color
You are the color of
Restriction,
Depression,
And making me die
On the inside,
Bit by bit.
I am the color of
Finally over you;
Of washing your sad paint
Off of me.
I've always dreamed in color.
I want to live that way now.
Restriction,
Depression,
And making me die
On the inside,
Bit by bit.
I am the color of
Finally over you;
Of washing your sad paint
Off of me.
I've always dreamed in color.
I want to live that way now.
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Literature
Lines
As I write this line,
Just know that I am done
Living inside yours,
And I will try to erase
All of your marks,
Because I define
Where I'm going.
Just know that I am done
Living inside yours,
And I will try to erase
All of your marks,
Because I define
Where I'm going.
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I recorded a cover of "The End of All Things" by Panic! At the Disco for some friends of mine who wanted to play it at their wedding reception. I have since posted it on Youtube for anyone else who might want to listen to it. One of these days I will be able to actually make professional quality music. *sigh* Thanks for listening!
- Listening to: Black Veil Brides
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Kerry Marley
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Artist | Student | Varied
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20 years old. I am an avid writer, and I love making people laugh. I am obsessed with music, and bubble tea. I'm a fashion design major Current Residence: Greenville, SC Favourite genre of music: rock Personal Quote: "She wondered at the world about her." - Narrator, Maleficent |
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Hey I had stopped getting any notifications from dA and I just had one show up for some reason. Thank you so much for the birthday wishes even when I was inactive. 💖
Hello there 
How are you dong? I missed talking here and connecting with people - but I am finally back! I hope you are also around!!
How are you dong? I missed talking here and connecting with people - but I am finally back! I hope you are also around!!
Happy Birthday, Kerry!
I miss your kindness and inspirational writing here.
I hope you are well.
I miss your kindness and inspirational writing here.
I hope you are well.
Well, I came here to give you a llama and a watch from your really nice poem, Timed Out. 
You are beautiful, and you remind me of Marie Fredriksson of Roxette.
You are beautiful, and you remind me of Marie Fredriksson of Roxette.
I know! I was so surprised! Now I'm all inspired to write again! I was getting kind of discouraged because I didn't have any formal recognition in the dA lit community. But now I feel on top of the world.
