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spaghetti and earthquakes by bleed-for-me-darling, literature

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spaghetti and earthquakes

he lives alone at the tender age of 27, although there is nothing tender about his apartment carpeted with cigarette ash and the hook-ahs/ers that have surrendered their cancerous breath within its walls. it was long ago when he discovered that one does not live in new york city, one survives through new york city, and that suits him just fine. he makes his living selling paintings, but others argue that it will be the death of him. no one buys his paintings. too depressing, they say, as they pass by his little ocean of canvases on the corner of 58th and broadway. he has decorated the streets of manhattan with paper windows to a world of dea

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the dead don't come back. by bleed-for-me-darling, literature

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the dead don't come back.

I don't cry at his funeral. Nor do I cry the next day, or the day after that. The days continue to pass by with me not noticing nor caring the countless sunrises or sunsets that take turns lighting up the sky. I am oblivious to everything, I am numb. It doesn't quite hit me until one day I walk by his house, not a single ray of light coming from the dusty, cobwebbed windows. I stand in front of his driveway, my hands in my face, trying to forget all the insignificant memories I cherish so much; the way he would say "thee" instead of "the", and the eyes that looked like he just woke up. The gentle groove of his neck and that rare laugh like

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learned emptiness by prairiedaisy, literature

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learned emptiness

i. being with you is opening old holes i thought i’d healed. i am unwilling to speak, to write, to think this because some superstition states that such candor will become reluctant fact. the matter of the truth is composed of a lack of resolve. i don’t want to love you again. i am so much happier without the fullness of you in my heart. the blood is still too fresh under my skin, these bruises too dark to forget that i don’t ever want to fall again. ii. leave it. leave me. leave yourself behind in a place where there are no vultures to pick your bones, so th

Through the Rain by develindiskies, literature

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Through the Rain

Two girls on horses walk past me. They are smiling and laughing. As they pass a roll of thunder sounds in the distance and I cringe. I fear for their safety but do not voice it because it is against the laws of my kind. A light rain showers my branches and I discretely pull them in closer to me. My needles sought to shield me from the now ominous rain. Another crash of thunder is heard followed by the rhythmic hoof beats of the girls from earlier. A lightning bolt pierces the sky. I break Tree Laws and extend a silent invitation to the girls. They hurriedly take me up on my offer. I shelter them, providing safety from the elements. I exten

Textbook Romance by royalocean, literature

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Textbook Romance

i was never much of a fighter more like a coward but a change has got to happen at some point and what better time than now because i'm willing to fight for you and i'm going to show you i mean it it won't be pretty, this is nothing delicate - i'm willing to do whatever it takes even when you tell me that it'll never happen well don't tell me that darling because i know it ain't true and if i've got to fight til the end to have &#

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Beautiful, pure, a dying breed by bleed-for-me-darling, literature

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Beautiful, pure, a dying breed

01. He's beautiful, pure, a dying breed. He's small in size but big in heart and he always sleeps on the right side of the bed. He scolds me for being too serious and I scold him for eating his steak too rare. He's flipping through my fashion magazines with one bare foot propped up on the coffee table. They tell him pointless things that he thinks are very important, like how faded jeans are in and that he's a summer, although he always liked autumn best. "See?" he said to me last Fall as he pulled off a red oak leaf off a branch. He pulled it harder than he needed to, the entire tree shaking with his force. "Things are most beautiful when

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bleed-for-me-darling

Dec 2, 2009

it's all for show

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https://www.writersdigest.com/poetryawards If you didn't know about this already, i thought i should put it out there because there's such wonderful talent on deviantart, and it's only fair that the best of the best should win. I'm thinking of entering, although the $15 entry fee is too much for me :meow: There's also https://writersdigest.com/short , for short stories. $3000 first place prize? :dance: EVERYONE GO ENTER NAO. -- Ah, i'm pretty beat these days. The other day my friends and I formed a little makeshift band for our school's talent show. We performed Drops of Jupiter by Train (love that song :heart: ), with me as rhythm guit

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bleed-for-me-darling

Oct 23, 2009

like all the boys before

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i don't know you and you dont know me either but that doesnt mean i dont exist and that doesnt mean you dont exist; we are merely invisible and we are merely wallflowers but we are beautiful and we are  a l i v e. so the next time your heart aches for love from someone who is not your lover, remember that we are exisisting invisibly together and that when you breathe you are breathing in the pain and the loneliness and the love that i breathed out for you; so the next time the blade becomes too tempting and you find yourself drowning in redredvermillion, remember that you are beautiful and alive and th

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bleed-for-me-darling

Oct 2, 2009

PERSONAL ALARM CLOCK

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SOMEONE GO WAKE UP GREEN-DAY.

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rilakkumalover

Jan 18, 2012

hi guys!!!!!!!!! please addd me
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DeptB

Feb 11, 2010

Love to use your photo Don’t You Dare Forget (mouth with flower forget me not) for a Ditch bookcover.
Could you mail me at dept.vanB@gmail.com
You get payed for it, so please let me know