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.the world is protesting;
screaming and shouting and
shaking and heaving, pouring
it's molten red heart out
and i do not want to be laid
to rest with a great grey slab
weighing me down, and i will
not be burned again, so i think
i'd like to sleep in nature's
bed, yeah he can take me, remove
my layers one by one and powder
my bones with lichen
(the world doesn't like waiting for anyone)
.they are all skin and
bone and no heart,
all bite and no bark
and it's a lot easier
to slip back into the
past than it is to
get a grip on the
(and curiosity swears, he never meant to hurt the cat, he just didn't know his own strength)
.karma sits on my sofa
whiskey doused, eyes rolled up
to the top of his head, and he says
just do whatever the fuck makes
you happy, mate, just do
whatever you want
(what a terrible thing to be full to the brim with emptiness)
.i know an angel
tired of holding
up his halo, says
he's thinking of
trading it in for
(and i'd do the same but the boss says, you're not goin' anywhere bitch)
.you should have
emerged with life; your
little roots should have
clutched the soil in their
tiny white fists, and
i did not mean to trample
you, i did not mean to
let my body kill
.tiny heart drumming
in your chest, i can
red gravy pumping
in your veins, i can
you are such a fresh
meal, and i can almost
.she told me i had soft palms,
i said yeah but i've got a hard
heart, because when
i was young i got given
two goldfish, and one day the
big ate the little
and that's when i learnt i'd
be fucked by the world, it would
do the same thing to me too
(i heard the language of evil and i started to speak it, saw the actions of evil and i started to be it)
I did a thing!I told you guys I was going to do it, and I did.
It's my graduation/Christmas present to myself.
My emotions are all over the place; I can't stop crying.
This means so much to me.
I suppose I'll write up a better explanation and story behind this later. I just feel like I'm floating right now.
Dear Poetry isn't just my username, it means too much to me to be only that. Poetry has honestly saved my life. Sometimes people ask me where I would be if I wasn't writing, and I tell them dead. There has been so much wrong in my life, and always kept it so hidden before someone told me to write it all down.
And last night, everything just seemed to click together. It was spur of the moment, and I walked into this tattoo parlor only seeking a price quote. The owner asked me how much I had on me, and personally did my tattoo for 25 dollars. I wanted to cry right then and there because he was being so nice to me. I think he could tell how much this simple tattoo meant to me. A
all of your lives have been addictsmy cat
my front porch
into a graveyard
as if to say:
this is what we need
she tried to lick my claws
back to hands
& I said to her:
"I do not have 9 lives
to spend on the bathroom floor
with 13-hour insomnia
can't we just kill the mockingbirds
pull the concrete
out of our throats
& get this dying
she's got 8 lives down
& doesn't answer questions twice
Of Slippers and MidnightOf Slippers and Midnight:
Cinderella, my child,
The walls are not a toy!
This nonsense of pumpkins and mice
Transforming into treasures
Is clearly the illusions
Of a sick mind.
I concur with the previous assessments.
Take your medication,
Be good and listen,
Perhaps you’ll leave by the end
Of the year.
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
This needs to be said.Someone sent me an Ask on tumblr asking me whether or not I was an out poet.
Yes...like coming out of the closet.
This anonymous person ( and if you happen to be reading this, I in no way mean to offend you ) seems to believe that telling people they write poetry or write in general, they will be judged accordingly and labeled a loser. Since when did loving words become something to be ashamed of? I love words. I love writing words. I love mixing and matching words. Does this make me a loser?
If someone has the nerve to even try to judge you for liking poetry/writing, punch them in the nose. Maybe then they will get something better knocked into them. The greatest writers never cared what anyone else thought of them. They wrote because they liked it. Why shouldn't you?
( Side note: Lyric's writes make a lot of money. /just saying. )
Are you ashamed of telling people you are a writer?
Why, or why not?
Have you encountered anyone who is?
What do you say
So I did something I never thought I'd doI read my writing out loud in front of my class.
I won't say what it was, but it's one of the poems on here that is extremely personal to me. I managed to read all the way through it and then I freaked out and ran out of the room. I hid in the bathroom for twenty minutes, crying and panicking and thinking things like, "Fuck, this is so humiliating! Why did I do that? Not only will they know how shitty my writing is, but they now know how I really feel!" I was terrified. Absolutely terrified.
And then one of my classmates walked into the bathroom. She coaxed me out of the stall and helped calm me down and hugged me and said that as soon as I ran out of the room, everyone basically said, "Holy shit. That was one of the best things I've ever heard." She walked me back to the room (I was shaking and still crying and I felt like I was going to die fuck I was so scared) and 20+ people who I never thought would ever react to poetry--especially mine--were smiling at me. Everyone, includi
DeviantART Compliments #74Cloudpups is a very nice person and a very talented artist! May her artistic skill flourish and grow for years to come! uvu
I wanted to say I love your art so much! You're doing so awesome with it! You just keep getting better and better! cx
Please, keep it up my friend! :3
Neon-Frost - I wanted you to know that you are one talented girl! Your art is fantastic my friend! Please, keep up the nice work!!
midnatiwli - Please keep up the wonderful work! You're doing great! cx
Aerode- you are wonderful. Your writing is absolutely phenomenal, you're so friendly, and you're such a strong person. You're lovely. Thank you for sharing your beautiful art and personality (: <333
chromeantennae- You are marvellous! I adore your writing and your positive spirit; thank you for everything you do! <3
AyeAye12- you're a fantastic writer and a passionate artist. I love reading your work and talking with you. Keep creating!
Literature Roadtrip Interview Week: Day 2
Sadly, the person I wanted to interview today did not send me back their interview, so I don't have an interview for you. So, instead, today I am featuring a butt load of beautiful pieces of literature. I urge you all to select two or three pieces, give them a comment, perhaps add them to your favourites.
Lacuna by nattrozanskathe heroin heroine by littleblueraccoonlips by OmnomnomSquirlshe was and now she isn't by forestmeetwildfireCollage by beeinthebottleshall i read your palm? by Tales-of-TaoChase by 1nkl1nggauntlet by toxic-nebulaesomehow, we make it feel like enough by EternalSundayThe River Rambles by nawkamanCovering Up by TheChesherCatWinter Poison by TwilightPoetessClear Winds by ratikificationDrowning in Dark Waters by ClaireMcWolf
The Forest by ilovegonger137
DeviantART Compliments #77Aerode is such a genuine person. He's always willing to talk, and his conversations are random but wonderful. You're one of my favorite people around, Aero.
chromeantennae is a boss. Period. A dA boss. He's so incredibly supportive of the lit community and it is wonderful to see such a young man produce such mature and deep poetry, as well as forage intense friendships. I am so proud to be counted among his friends.
cxdlover is a really kind, fun, and sympathetic person! I wished to have a great friend around a year or two ago, and my wish came true! She makes me smile with real joy every time we talk to each other! Thanks for being an awesome friend! Hug for you! ^-^
shehrozeameen You are an amazing writer. You support and inspire other artist,you always help and listen and you brighten the day of so many people. You are not just an awesome deviant BUT even more a amazing friend! Thank you so v
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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