~torturedsoul24
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- Deviant since May 10, 2005, 3:41 AM
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AwayThere’s a girl sitting at a park bench. It’s old and badly weathered. The shading trees have kept the sun from its surface allowing the dampness to settle. She’s been sitting there for ten minutes, maybe more. There is a vibe of comfort that she emits from her potent position. Her head is bent low and her shoulders are hunched over a piece of paper that she has been writing furiously upon. Words are spitting out fast from the tip of the pen; becoming more and more incoherent. She let go of a salty tear that seeped down her cheek and rested on her chin. She wiped it off with the back of her sleeve, pulled smartly over her hand.Away
in General Non-Fiction on 6/5/08
In The DarkTrip over the fence, the dividing line that's breaking all the rules.In The Dark
Somewhere under A ghost hiding in the other
No sulking wasps No sudden fire No child-bearing, souless mother No
There is no: Truth
in Open on 2/23/08
A Little DoubtEcstacy to hold her Smile down into her face Her twelve hour old face Tiny eyes. Tiny nose. Tiny mouth. Velvet ears.A Little Doubt
That's my heart beating...
Asleep in my arms Didn't even hear the phone ring Go on, leave and take the call Leave me with her
Adrenaline! I'll throw her across the room Bash her against the walls Kick her head into the ground Her blood will coat the room Will coat your happiness
Just smiling down on you You've brought out the best in everyone...
...Most likely temporar
in Spoken Word on 11/30/07
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makes me happyacid tears melt themakes me happy
stone around my heart built up from years of self abuse ........neglect built up to protect the scared little boy too scared to make a phone call too scared to exist outside the odd text a few postings on the internet shrouded in the mask of the sexual predator shrouded in the mask of the drunk shrouded in the mask of the extrovert but behind the mask
is the little boy that still cries himself to sleep mourns the days of youth running in the fields 16 years old by the river strumming chords and drinking beer
by ~alidamnit
Louder than the Dayopposites attract apparently... they say.Louder than the Day
silent is to loud as day is to night you are to me as dark is to light.
but I cant be silent of how i feel about you ill shout it from the mountains after all, wouldnt you?
yes, we are the opposite but i dont really care because love is what we have and theres nothing opposite there.
by ~CityOnAHill
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- Current Age: 19
- Current Residence: Australia
- Favourite band or musician: Madina Lake
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