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She's the girl...She's the girl whose strawberry lips
Shape velvet promises with the taste
Of sweet venom
The silent whisper of liquid lies
You'd blissfully soak in
To feel them poison your whole body

She's the girl with the ocean-blue eyes
Considerate warmth in the form
Of ice-cold diamonds
The embrace of appealing waters
You'd voluntarily breathe in
To feel them mercilessly fill your lungs

She's the girl with swan-like hands
Gentle killers moving with the grace
Of a dream-dancer
The tangency of flattering steel
You'd undauntedly welcome
To feel them claw your vulnerable skin

She's the girl with shattered dreams
Still holding onto the vis
only a dream"i'll never leave your side,"
his words caress her soul.
they envelop her with warmth
and this shimmering sense of safety.

the tv's still turned on,
it fills the sculpted air with
static and radio heartwaves,
that familiarly too-cold comfort.

"i'll stay with you forever,"
but something is out of place,
although they fit together like
those children's puzzle pieces.

she wants so badly to trust,
but something doesn't seem right.
the candle-flames don't flicker,
the sun shines, though it's night.

i'll love you, i'll always hold you"
the magic-8 screams out a warning,
don't wake up, don't let go;
she couldn't hold on; she slipp
One Last Time"I don't love her," I protest.
But I'm not even fooling myself.

[—rose,
I keep waiting to feel your thorns.]

"I love you," she whispers.
Lies taste so sweet on her lips.
NightmareCold sweat dwells
Heart beats thump.
I'm shaking
Shivering.

I'm alone in the dark
With demons surround.
I am alone I've been alone,
Ever since you left me.

How I yearn,
For your comfort
Your warmth
And your hugs.

I was safe
When you held me.
I was brave
With you by my side.

Now I am
Fragile,
Alone,
And weak.

I'm vulnerable
There is no one
To protect me,
To ease my fear.

I stand alone
In the dark.
v2 75 Mirrori. the crackle and boom of fireworks
dodges through the trees
and i strain my eyes, searching the sky
but all i see are confused fireflies, [ "what the f---, man?" ]
wondering which side of the family
those huge light up bugs are from
and why they don't make impressive noises

ii. i'm home [but it's not really]
and you're somewhere out there working
on a quest for food or something
so i sip my beer and stare at the screen
and count down the days
until I get to touch you again

iii. without you though,
i can't sing so i mouth the words
and laugh alone to comedy movies [but it's never funny by yourself]
your love makes me radi
v2 24 Wanti. i want dancing shoes
and tight blue jeans that make you drool
eyes that light up rooms
and hair that catches you up in my organized chaos curls

ii. i want a voice that sounds like angels singing
chess games that I always win
the world upon a string
and your eyes to follow me
even if I'm just getting up to grab a drink

iii.  i want writing on the wall
and to be a parasite in your mind
nights full of passion
whispered confessions
and your hands holding mine
for years and years to come

iv. i want quickened breathing
jealousy and possession
stuttering words and shy gazes
trust and tangled insides
and lines cro
Sinew Sacrifices.Oh, my little ones,
stop your bickering and listen to me
now.
There will be a moonless night
to sweep these boundaries
when the lionesses come to pray
upon the carcass of my soul.
And I will not be able to save you.
I have grown old and tired
but never weak, oh no, never weak.
We are strong, my little ones,
look at my smile,
these pyramid molars,
how I can sink them into bones
and suck up the marrow of the innocent,
but how I tip my throat down
and howl a godfilled song for them.
Oh, my little ones,
you must stick close together,
share your dominance,
and lead the others to safety.
Some battles must be surrendered
and so
December RainThrough mist, through my eyes, I see I am blind
my soul hath no knowledge, heart hath no sight
through my ears the wind blows, cold as the night
deafening me to the sounds of my mind

The sun, his face shining, mocks me with light
his bright severe finger pointing at me
illuminates things I can't bear to see
nowhere to hide, I am faced with my plight

But rain falls, empathic, drowning my cry
her icy chill numbs me so I cannot
feel memories of a heart so distraught
thus consoling me with tears from the sky

And if the rain cannot drown my sorrow
She will cry with me until the morrow

Copyright 2010 Julia Rain Jeys Wellman. All Right
Pain's Symphony : DawnInk on the fingertips of Pain ...
He paints his symphony over the green earth in RED.

Bruised purple oceans and screaming black puddles of dried blood mirror the dark sky.
He rules with a trident and smiles at his work as the day ends.
Fast trackerPick up your bottle of gin.
Place on the table your sins.
Chances are fifty-fifty.
Your life's rich,So filthy.
Placing bets on your soul.
I hear the devil takes a wager.
Wear your face as a mask.
Toss your lies and hope lady luck doesn't die.
Human MachineThe mechanical motions;
Are an automatic action.
The minds shut down,
As my heart hangs.

My brain is screaming order,
But logic flies away.
Where is the math
To back my thoughts?

Why won't science
Tear down and define
Every thought and feeling.
When will it all make sense?
Cry Me a RiverCry me a river. Fill it up with your tears.
Weep with your sorrow, wail from your fears.
You keep too much depression bottled up inside your heart.
Just scratch the surface for me, then tear yourself apart.

Cry me a river, then build me a raft
I'll sail in search for the girl saw pain and laughed.
That girl is lost inside this drowning water,
trying to swim up, but only sinking farther.

Cry me a river, and wait until you hit bottom
so you can glimpse the demons you hide from.
The sand of this tearful sea is replaced with dried blood
that once spilled from your wrists, collecting enough to flood.
Leaking from your overdramatic woun
To Whom It May Concern..Don't you see?
What you've done to me..

You've hurt me so deeply-
So much I can't bare to see,
What stares back at me,
In this dirty reflection called myself.

You forced me to-
Lock my dreams away,
Making me feel dirty for wanting something for myself.

You make me cry myself to sleep-
Make me wrench my tears,
I feel so weak.

Hating you so,
Just wishing to go..
Be nothing  more.

I just wish..
You'd open your eyes,
Just realize-
How much you fucking hurt me.

Why can't you just love me?
Stop cussing about how you hate my hair,
About how I'm gonna fail this year.

I just want some love-
To know that I'm not a stupid failure
Historical ArtificeThe Queen is buried amongst the paupers
The Joker killed the King
And if you think you're hearing laughter
Then surely you're insane

Stuff your pockets full of flowers
To cover the smell of rotting
The rats have become the pipers
And the Doctors look like birdies

The Church is made of stone and mortar
The Graveyards are quite full
And within this place of worship there are
Chandeliers made of bone

A bridge is falling down, my lady
Quick, cover your head
And watch as London bridge becomes
American instead.

Look at the world, this darkened place
Where corruption reigns supreme
Towers made of glass and iron
Scrape the sky unti
MemoryMEMORY

Your mind has become a shattered pane,
A wound perpetually bleeding until, dry as a dune.
Coagulated thoughts saving grace, a splintered ruin.

If you would ever return to this place: your memories,
Filled with anger, hatred and fate, would bend.
Your being is whipped by your innate fallacy,
Taken to heart by the sight of your own end.

Your mind has become what you ought to be,
Silent and immobile like the life you lead.
Only one memory will remain at your end,
The one memory that parted us, friend.
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Everything's Temporary

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There is a child, wearing my clothes, and my skin, and my scent, but isn't me. Sin is like ink, it bleeds into a person, coloring, making you someone other than you used to be. And it's indelible. Try as hard as you like, you can never get yourself back.
Words can't pull me back from the edge. Neither can daylight. This isn't something to get over, it is an atmosphere I need to learn to breath, grow gills for transgression, and take it into my lungs with every gasp.
It is a startling thing. I wonder who this person is, going through the motions of my life. I want to take their hand, comfort them.


And then I want to push this stranger, hard, off a cliff.

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Everything's Temporaryby ~Tohroe

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I wrote this a while ago, then stopped feeling this way. Recently, I've started again.

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The safe question: What do you like most, and least, about this piece, and why?
Me trying to think of a complex question: Do you think the charachter involved is struggling to overcome something truly sinful, or that he is judging himself too harshly?


My questions suck D:
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Category: Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

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~Xerolien Dec 21, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
I really love the sentence:

it is an atmosphere I need to learn to breath
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~Tohroe Dec 21, 2010
Why?
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~Xerolien Dec 21, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
It roams a great amount of originality and the metaphor still stands crystal clear.
I simply love it for that, including it's meaning ;)
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~syntheticSanity Nov 18, 2010
1. i like"This isn't something to get over, it is an atmosphere I need to learn to breath, grow gills for transgression, and take it into my lungs with every gasp." personally.

2. i feel that the character is judging himself too harshly, as we grow we gain maturity, wisdom, and common sense and with our new found self awareness and perspective we look at the same things differently. growing up simply is accepting that we did stupid things in the past, realizing that we are going to do more stupid things, and of course knowing that we should try not to do similar stupid things.
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*OrenAsher Nov 12, 2010
I'm sorry that you're feeling this way, but I know I've felt this way before, too. :petting:

Thank you for submitting this to #the-thinkers :heart:
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~Fozzymillow Nov 5, 2010  Student General Artist
1st question: I like the first line the best, and there's nothing I don't like
2nd question: I think the person feels hopeless. He's doesn't know if he can be redeemed.
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!Tempstrife Nov 3, 2010
first two lines = thank you
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~WH1T3-N0153 Nov 2, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
This is amazing.
"This isn't something to get over, it is an atmosphere I need to learn to breath."
So true.
That and the last 3 sentences are just awesome.
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~Tohroe Nov 3, 2010
In a literary sense, they're kinda good I guess. Thank you.
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~WH1T3-N0153 Nov 3, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Mhm. Welcome. :)
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