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84-Out ColdIt's fucking bitter cold out now Every bit of my flesh feels near gangrene84-Out Cold
Save for the palm of my hand Smashed against yours...
by ~darker-crush
55-WaitingBitter winds are whipping at me as I sit and wait for this bus.55-Waiting
fuck fuck fuck I mutter,
hoping these gales carry my words to the oncoming bus urging it faster to save me from this cold.
A glance down the road reveals a snow covered path No bus, and no headlights in sight.
always running late.
The sun is becoming to show now, and I fear I'll be late or worse trapped forever at this bitter cold bus stop.
The wind continues to whip, but the suns glare through the bus stop glass provides temporary relief, &
by ~darker-crush
54-TowerClimbing higher stair after stair54-Tower
[afterstairafterstairafterstairafterstair] Exactly the same gritty stone path Spiraling upwards Climbing higher To rise above it all.
I can see the top a shaft of light shines down beckoning me to finish this quest.
Only a little more of the same stone stairs....
Step. Step... Step! &n
by ~darker-crush
53-Keeping A SecretI have a secret53-Keeping A Secret
(who doesn't) a friend gave it to me actually.
I felt so honoured to be given it, entrusted with it I didn't want to lose it,
so I locked it away in a drawer.
Occasionally, I'd take it out,
it'd be dumb to just leave it sit.
I got called away quickly one day whilst holding your secret though,
and didn't have time to put it away properly...
To my horror upon my return,
I discovered that cat's like secrets too (apparently...) But I guess mine didn't like yours....
[mayihaveanother?]
by ~darker-crush
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ctcn: honour -- so to stave off the trembling sense of overwhelming incapability, i'm trying to take life week by weekctcn: honour
but sometimes that is still too far to think.
tonight i am proceeding step by step-
by ~Satah
ctcn: bleed glitter i'm a student of forced ambidexterity--ctcn: bleed glitter
teaching myself to push pencils with one hand and push myself deeper into the ground with the other
to pick at old scabs while laying the foundati
by ~Satah
Ensnared WorldSummertime breaks like a wave, staining the land with it's poisoned voice. Beauty and light! it sings with one breath while destroying with its next. The Summer sun pierces into my eyes, the heat a repressive ocean of hate sending me back inside, to hide away from the horror outside my door while all those around me sing its praises and in doing so, drift into its poisoned web drowning themselves in the sickeningly sweet song of Summer.Ensnared World
And I can watch no longer, as they turn to me the joy in their eyes hiding the last traces of caution to beckon me forth.
C
by ~Allegro-Con-Anima
NeutralDevious Info
- Current Residence: Glastonbury
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
- Interests: Music, Writing, Music, Love
- Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, Rise Against, Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails, A.F.I., Nirvana, Vines, etc...
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative-Anything portraying real emotion and feeling I suppose
- Favourite artist: Too many
- Favourite poet or writer: Again, too many
- Favourite photographer: Ami Barwell
- Favourite style of art: The good kind
- Operating System: Mac
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
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