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To Find the Way Home by DireDigression, literature

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To Find the Way Home

Cold, little one? The softly sifting snow describes your breaths in pallid fogs. Goosebumps map mountains across your clavicle. Come closer, shiv'ring one, and I will keep you warm. The barren trees reaching ceaselessly for an eternally ashen expanse exhale, tremulous, under cumulative cloaks of white. They will not reach the sky. Bitter winter waits. The wicked wisp'ring wind wicks all warmth from brittle bones. It eddies across wan skin in icy spirals, daring to snatch away gasping breath. Cold, little one? Come to me, child, and I will hold you, enfold you against the wind. Cruel winter waits outside, but I will keep you

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I hope it's worth it when I'm gone. by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.

I can't even pretend things are simple anymore. It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true. It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a

these oceanic arteries are killing me. (collab) by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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these oceanic arteries are killing me. (collab)

i'm drawn to the ocean in a way that's anything but beautiful. i don't want a welcome embrace, i just want it to consume me. 'cause the ocean is so heavy and right now i'm so fucking fragile. so i'll stand waist deep with the water curling tightly around me, lulling me further from the shore with the safe sung whispers of the wind as i let the waves crash into me. so that with each ebb and flow, piece by piece, the ocean can wash me away from you. i can see myself crumbling away like the cliffs that surround the peaceful waters, and i wonder if you're as fragile as i am right now. my breathing patterns have changed, as i don't want to be an

La Pioggia d'Oggi: A Sonnet by Leurindal, literature

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La Pioggia d'Oggi: A Sonnet

La Pioggia D'Oggi e' la Neve di Domani The earthy smell of autumn rain that worms its way within my nose has come to witness summer's wane and bring its sorrows to a close. A Dryad must have sent it here. She must have heard my tortured pleas as I lay weeping, on my knees, and begged the skies to free their tears and adumbrate my solitude. Hush. I shall arise, abandon all, and like Thoreau I'll glean the woods for scattered remnants of my soul, until the day l learn and know how today's rain's tomorrow's snow.

A Pound of Flesh by Leurindal, literature

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A Pound of Flesh

In the cracking crystal in your eyes, I saw a Daphne deflowered, a bone thrown to the dogs. I saw you peering at your self stripped bare before a mirror; a heavy absence in that place where your right breast used to be. You knew, then, what was at stake: what you'd forsake atop that table and what would be left for you: half your womanhood, all your tragedy, and not an ounce of hope.

read this without breathing by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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read this without breathing

Don't call me beautiful. This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you. I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways. Don't pretend I'm clever. I'm just recycled words fro

there's no right way anymore by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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there's no right way anymore

i do not know why we do these things to each other. our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways. it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the most—the things that scare us—would mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all. there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our loneliness—in our m

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Apr 21

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Deviant for 15 years
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Current Residence: A place of awesomeness.
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock all the way!
Shell of choice: Ornate box turtle.
Skin of choice: Umm... Snake?
Favourite cartoon character: Yoshi ^.^
Personal Quote: You have to be serious...If you approach it in a half-hearted manner, you'll never be champion.

Favourite Visual Artist

It's gotta be Picasso.

Favourite Movies

The Princess Bride.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Eagles, Journey, Pink Floyd, Billy Joel, Scorpions, Bon Jovi, to name a few.

Favourite Writers

Too many, including Robert Frost.

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Trivia!

Tools of the Trade

Paper, pencils, and a TI-84 PLUS Silver Edition calculator.

Other Interests

Quiz Bowl and Chess. And reading. Lots of reading.

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May 24, 2012

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Sep 6, 2010

Devious Journal Entry

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Since I have nothing really to say. Other than that our band ROCKS!!! I'll steal tags! MEME #1: My life according to Scorpions Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My life according to (band name)" Pick your Artist: Scorpions Are you a male or female? Lady Starlight Describe yourself: Dynamite How do you feel: Another Piece of Meat Describe where you currently live: The Zoo If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Always Somewhere Your f

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Aug 12, 2010

Devious Journal Entry

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A tag might be just the right follow-up to that wonderfully depressing story. (By the way. School in exactly one week. ~spazplz (https://www.deviantart.com/spazplz)) TEH RULES OF DEATH: Alright, so in this journal meme, you must start a music player on shuffle settings. Write down the title of the first 20 songs played, then add "in my pants" at the end. 1. I Am the Walrus in my pants 2. The Girl From Yesterday in my pants (WTF???) 3. Witchy Woman in my pants (Eagles, you're killing me.) 4. Love 'Em or Leave 'Em in my pants 5. The Good Die Young in my pants 6. Houses of the Holy in my pants 7. All About Soul in my pants 8. Through My Eyes in my pants (...) 9. Goo