| I feel when I write. I imagine when I walk in the rain, and I sometimes think in rhyme, but can't make those endings work on paper. I run to stop thinking, but it doesn't really work, so I run to get away from what my mind keeps telling me. I hear the movement of your fingertips along the white keys and feel the music. It runs like warm sand between my clumsy fingers. I'm afraid to forget, so I never let that pen go. This is me, on dA:   |
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Cheerleader: DamnationOne. Two. Three. Four little bonesCheerleader: Damnation
sticking out every time she jumps.
One. Two. Three inches off her
already too-short cheerleader skirt.
One. Two legs that sexily sway out of control when she walks in those overly-high heels.
One heart that is barely beating. Deprived of everything but red raw meat.
She's dying - slowly. She clings to life with her long, neatly manicured nails. Its her only hope now. Beware: you know you'll fall with her.
by ~armed-with-a-pen
Cadmium, for PenessenceAt the back of my head your face is drawnCadmium, for Penessence
in cadmium hues. Paint brushes dipped in led can't make your pale face frown.
I love a face of cadmium hues.
My hidden wings spread - to you, I can be an angel clown.
I hope I'll never upset those blues.
Your smile is like bread to a small, starved child of brown.
I look at you and you smile at your shoes.
No tears did I shed for the face of a cadmium clown. Instead, I let my mind loose. Many stupid things I said
when you slept awake in the haunted town. &nb
by ~armed-with-a-pen
Escape. AriseI tug at the chains but you refuse to let go. I choke under the cold protective glass where you chucked me away.Escape. Arise
I pummel the glass with my weak little hands in a feeble attempt to escape. Blood pours but glass doesn't crack. 'Let me go' I beg.
I took all the abuse you ever had. How can you find even more? You took everything away: my language - you left me mute; my religion - I feel crucified.
Years pass in the glass box. I forgot what the sun looks like. All I see is my pitiful, hopeless reflexion, and your shoe &
by ~armed-with-a-pen
Colours of my LifeBlue My eyes are blue, my face is also blue. Handiwork of the master – tattoos etched into my skin again and again, shimmer in midnight blue.Colours of my Life
Black Is the curtain of my hair and the specks of dried blood in it. They blend together creating a unified front – a mask. My daughter whispers His soul is also black.
Red Is my nightgown He tears off me. Red is the cotton that contrasts against my open blue eyes when You hide my face under a pillow.
My scream has no colour becau
by ~armed-with-a-pen
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Matthew v2.0I lay in bed and I sighed as I looked up at the textured ceiling that hung high above my head. I knew I shouldn’t have snuck the vodka from the party, or continued the party while everyone else was in bed. My head throbbed, my stomach ached and the birds sweetly chirping outside sounded like hammers hitting nails. I rolled over nursing my head and thought about last night. We always had to go those parties. Sometimes I thought Dad was having an affair, he seemed so eager to go. The parties were always full of fine people, fine food and fine boredom. I was expected to play the role of the perfect son and dance aroundMatthew v2.0
by ~roquefortelf
Chapter 2 - MatthewThose silly parties, I thought to myself. Father was insistent that we had to play happy families. Happy husband, happy wife, happy son. I'm sure he could do more than better than that Chivello family. And what, what was my mother thinking. I'm sure she was trying to arrange something between me and that Charley. She was nothing compared to me. I liked my girls cool, calm and collected. I liked them to come to me, not arranged by my interfering mother. I knew I had the looks and I needed a woman, not a girl pretty in curls with a boy's name.Chapter 2 - Matthew
I lay in bed, I knew I should have left that bottle of vodka be. After all, emptying a mi
by ~roquefortelf
English Sonnet IIIAt first I felt her stir as changing wind That fanning thoughts of passion with its draft For curse my best intentions, I was pinned, Beneath her acquiescent smiles and laughEnglish Sonnet III
Oh such a sentence on my thoughts; they pace In endless cells of sunshine and the sheep! I may count for hours but still her face Flits under my lids, and stalling sleep From eyes that do already shine too bright And lurid with an incandescent glow Although inviting as the yawning night, Dare I hope my care does not now show? Yes I should clothe my heart in saran wrap To save it from the snare
by *Penessence
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had a stroke of 2am genius for my contest entry.
enjoyyy (:
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I won't shiver in the cold, I won't let the shadows take their toll. I won't cover my head in the dark
and I won't forget you when we part
2 am writting sprees rock!
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I write on anything, with anything, just to breathe easier.
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I won't shiver in the cold, I won't let the shadows take their toll. I won't cover my head in the dark
and I won't forget you when we part
I am also drowning before exams
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep - The Tempest
*Rhyme-and-Reason ftw
Ugh, yeah, exams can be overwhelming.
I mean, to sit 9 exams in two weeks? Thats a bit much. Two weeks of constant stress and random mood swings exhaust you more than the actual exam
At least exams are spread over nearly two months in Uni!
Planning to go to college next year?
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I write on anything, with anything, just to breathe easier.
I have four modules to learn from scratch.
Thats what i am doing today, hows that for pressure?
ps. thanks for the watch
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep - The Tempest
*Rhyme-and-Reason ftw
Log out and study!!!!!!!
Seriously!!!
You too.
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I write on anything, with anything, just to breathe easier.
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Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt. It didn't come in my size.
Best of luck tomorrow!
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I write on anything, with anything, just to breathe easier.
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