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I AmI am not what lurks beneath your bed. What need have I to creep into houses and hide in the shadows unseen? I fear nothing. Not because my power is infinite or because I am the very soil in which fear’s roots flourish. I am what carried fear in my womb, where it owes its allegiance and what it needs to survive. It could never be my master.I Am
I am smoke. I am beauty. I am everything that terrifies you and brings you comfort. When I am near, you feel me around the edges of your soul. My cold digits slide down your spine to taunt you with my presence, and I grin to myself as you look over your shoulder in search of me. I am the d
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You AreI hear you all the time now. You are that voice in my head. Not the good one that tells me to hold the door open for the elderly or has me tell a small child to sit down before they fall out of their mother’s grocery cart. You are the voice that tells me to do nothing so I can laugh when they fall down.You Are
When I am alone at night and stare at the ceiling, you are the voice that tells me that it isn’t safe to sleep. Not because dreams are dangerous or because there are monsters lurking in the shadows of my closet, but because you are waiting for me behind my closed eyes.
Hungry. You are like a ravenous cancer
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We AreThe clock on the mantle ticks away the time, and at eleven minutes after the darkest hour of the day begins, you realize that we are coming for you. It’s been a long time since last we saw your pretty face lingering around the back alley of the abandoned pool hall, but just because your emaciated knuckles no longer rap-a-tap on the secret door, that doesn’t mean that we are going to forget you.We Are
Or that little red dress that is hanging in the back of your closet. It might be wrapped in dust covered black plastic, but we can see the harlot crimson through the drywall and brick. We see everything. You forgot that, didn
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FoUoCoKoIoToThe cursor that mocks me, the blank page that screams how hungry it is and needs to be filled, the thoughts that run ajumble in my mind and beg so much to be free… and the only clear thought is that I have nothing to say. So many sounds in my house that weren’t there before, so many voices and needs and exclamations of wanting from me… I ramble on and on about how I can’t ramble, and the irony does not escape me.FoUoCoKoIoTo
I’ve embraced with cold arms the sensation of a life on hold. I keep breathing, keep doing my job and sleeping when necessary; I’m not yet sedentary, though I’m sure I’m just three
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BetrayalSo this is what betrayal feels like.Betrayal
It’s not so new a concept to me,
but so long had it been absent from my life
that I forgot how deep its stinger can slice me open
and make my guts fall out on the floor.
Perhaps one of my lungs has collapsed beneath my sternum
and that is why I feel I can’t breathe. Is someone slicing onions?
I just can’t stop these wretched tears
from flowing out of my eyes.
Am I drunk?
The room keeps spinning
and I can’t focus on a coherent thought.
Nothing at all that I can fully grasp in my addled
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Anelgesic DisapathyThe silence is gone Left alwaysAnelgesic Disapathy
with my thoughts
overlapping,
sometimes screaming,
they are muffled
within me now;
muffled by the chaotic
raging of reality.
Shadows that crept
into my veins
and numbed my sight
are now peeled back
The harshness forces
my world to succumb Or maybe
I’m just being an emo bitch.
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- Current Residence: USA
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Is this just another way of asking if I'm fat?
- Print preference: free
- Interests: writing, Sci-fi, Fantasy
- Favourite movie: 13th Warrior, Hellboy II, Underworld Series, loads more
- Favourite band or musician: Seether, Blue October, Pink Floyd
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- Favourite artist: too many to choose from
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe, Whitman, Homer, Dean Koontz, Rowling
- Favourite photographer: Wojciech Zwolinski (or Seth Howell for short)
- Favourite style of art: darkening morbidity
- Operating System: Um... dunno. This rectangular box thingy with blinking lights...
- MP3 player of choice: No clue. I've broken TWO of them
- Shell of choice: my emotional baggage
- Skin of choice: Is 'foreskin' a good answer here?
- Favourite game: mattress aerobics
- Favourite gaming platform: king-sized rubber bed and a jar of vaseline
- Favourite cartoon character: Gossamer (from Bugs Bunny)
- Personal Quote: Crudelius est quam mori semper timere mortem
- Tools of the Trade: words, experience, imagination, and my very broken brain
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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"There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line." Oscar Levant
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Everytime you gain your heart's desire you pay for it with a piece of your soul- Heraclitus
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"There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line." Oscar Levant
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Everytime you gain your heart's desire you pay for it with a piece of your soul- Heraclitus
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Everytime you gain your heart's desire you pay for it with a piece of your soul- Heraclitus
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"There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line." Oscar Levant
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