February 2012
40 posts
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Malevolence
I’ll numb this pain before I go insane. Take a drag of a cigarette and walk alone, embracing darkness as I tread on broken grounds. Whispering incantations to the passing breeze, damning your existence as if I were the mightiest dark lord, slowly killing you in my mind and crushing your heart with ill omens circulating and ventilating and suffocating and illuminating the madness in my soul. Give...
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In this fucked up state of mind, I just want to set you on fire and watch as the wind tears your ashes apart. You consumed every breath I took while I was under your wing and left me breathless. You devoured while I starved. You soared while I plummeted to the frigid depths of the abyss.
My scorned psyche seeks vengeance in the form of blood. Vengeance in the form of pain and in the form of...
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Guillotine/Guilty Pleasure
I get more head than a fucking guillotine, blade so sharp that it’s hard not to get it in. They like it sleek and shiny, want that cut like I’m performing surgery. Open up, take the pain, it’s gonna be a while before my inferno subsides, so divide the seas and let my ship get through to the treasure, let me cut and tear and slice and dash and gash because you said...
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I’m ready to jump and fall and if it leads to my devastation then so be it. The risk is all that matters. The risk is what separates those who get by, and those who really live.
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Friction.
I should be yearning. You got me all fucked up in the head, making me sway to the left instead of being on the verge of being right. You got me staying up past midnight, attempting to decipher your actions and the bullshit you’ve strung together, exporting silence and no traces of whispers. I should be yearning. I should be pursuing you as if we were caught in the wilderness, where you’re the prey...
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"Twisted Fairytale" Project
It seems that we are all drawn to these fairy tales, enticed by the thought that we could all achieve the happy ending we deserve. Men are heroes that save the damsels in distress and the women are all beautiful and are the object of everlasting affection. But what happens after the famous happy ending? What happens if something were to go wrong? This is your job, my fellow writers.
I know you...
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Cannibalism
The candlelit room allowed me to get under your skin, under the fortress made of sheets, under your innocent guise, and that which lies within. No music plays, but suddenly came a symphony. Allow me to be the conductor, my love. I vow to give you all of me. Start off the crescendo, let’s find out how far you can go, let the flames burn within us, let this moment consume us. Tear at...
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Diablo's Wife
Her eyes became a mirror to my soul, black as the shell she left behind, french-kissed by Lucifer’s blasphemic tongue. Fucked by demons whent the clock struck twelve, she awoke as a nightmare incarnate and she ceased to be my lover. Catholic priests couldn’t save her. Their holy water burned her flesh and my touch caused the sinful being to thresh, incantations upset her and...
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"Twisted Fairytale" Project
It seems that we are all drawn to these fairy tales, enticed by the thought that we could all achieve the happy ending we deserve. Men are heroes that save the damsels in distress and the women are all beautiful and are the object of everlasting affection. But what happens after the famous happy ending? What happens if something were to go wrong? This is your job, my fellow writers.
I know you...
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Legendary
Feeling the Earth shift as the city breathed her last, I was drowned in the deluge of Neptune’s wrath. In cerulean fury, I gasped for air but heard nothing more than the song of the sirens. Lost in the aftermath of underwater destruction, dying to the serene grace of static down below, the abyss never looked so beautiful. Someday, I want to awaken from this dream and swim with the...
Poets and writers, I’ll be back later with a new project proposal. In the meantime, go and study your fairytale stories. ;) You’ll need it.
-J
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Bad Bitch Mentality
She rapped in the tongue of Kimberly Jones and even stenciled in her bad reputation, legs open twenty four seven, it mattered not if they were fifty or two times eleven. Living for dirty money and unsanitized needles, dying for an hour’s worth of pleasure and tainted treasures, accumulating drugs no matter how drastic her measure, snatching up grimy glam at her leisure because she...
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Passive Aggression.
I know that you’re just another distant memory, but even if these words will never reach your eyes, never touch your soul, I hope karma wields a weapon out of my pain and allows it to pierce you straight in the heart.
You’ve wasted my time, something so fucking irreplaceable. Thanks to your games, I feel this void in my heart. Knowing that you were never truly mine and knowing that your truths...
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Diathesis
To the eyes of society, I am a sane soul that can be declared as “healthy.” They’re wrong. You don’t see the blood that stains my internal walls, you don’t see the scars that judgement has left behind, forever claiming parts of my sin and destroying remnants of my (once whole) innocence. My structure is similar to a hundred abandoned buildings, glanced over and ignored and accumulating dirt and...
Yesterday is gone, but the ghost of your lips on mine will linger for eternity.
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The Final.
Be the only truth in this planet brimming with lies. A body in motion does not necessarily dictate that life lies within, some are just soulless beings that occupy space and I never want to be one of them, so come and find me. Come find me and with the power you hold, make our possibility into a reality.
Sunsets were meant to be shared and cold nights were made for two, but until the fake fucks...
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Eternal Flame
You’ve burned even after the blizzard, darling. Your warmth was the light that never faded away despite darkness reaching out and corrupting what we had. Burn for me. Burn through the glaciers. We’ll make love on a bed of icebergs, watch as the solid selfdestructs as the climax follows. Say my name, sun shines through the rain. Hold my hand, love. Let the inferno overthrow tundra’s reign ...
I’m lonely and you’re lonely too. I know damn well that I have no plans on a Sunday night and I know you’re still obsessing over Sylvia Plath, but for just tonight, can’t we be lonely together?
You and I, let’s be lonely together. Doing absolutely nothing at all. That sounds like a great fucking night indeed.
An Idea...
So here’s a rough synopsis of my next project… I’m still unsure if I’m going to write it and I don’t know if I want it to be a short story or a couple of pages long. But yeah, let me know what you think.
Loveless
In the near future, 95% of the human population is wiped out from an unknown pandemic. The government of a small survivor village enforces a strict law...
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Sometimes I wish I could break you into a million pieces. My mind is fucked up when it wants to be. Because in my head, I see you writhing on the concrete with blood just spilling out of your mouth and it’s just not enough.
You fucked me up so badly that physical pain is a fucking relief instead of causing any damage. You fucked me up so badly that wounds are a form of liberation. But I got...
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Grief
I mourn with a lighter in my hand, cried with tears of smoke escaping my throat and into the open sky, letting every bit of your memories float away, feeling the pain ride on the ivory clouds. Grieve for me or grieve with me; there is no middle ground. Either take my hand or tear it off, feed your inner masochist and devour my misery. My soul tempt you with these scars, I’ll liberate the...
Shit, I need to find me an Annabel Lee.
I need to be more than proficient in my writing. I admire these writers who can pour a hundred percent of their souls into their work and somehow still make it out alive.
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Red Sea/Dreams
What ever happenens to a dream deffered?
It gets sent to hell, where the cosmos swallows it and spits it back out in an endless, continuous time loop. Your dreams will shatter and they will become whole, only to be slaughtered by other dreams that strive to become reality. Your dreams will bleed, will cough up blood like a chainsmoker’s final moments and it will absorb what it has lost so that it...
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It’s sad that some of these people think that they need skin to gain attention.
I want my words to be the naked truth that catches not their eyes, but their minds. I want them to feel the passion, not within the sheets, but by reading in between these lines that I’ve conjured from the depths of my soul.
See my flesh in the words I write.
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Grief
I mourn with a lighter in my hand, cried with tears of smoke escaping my throat and into the open sky, letting every bit of your memories float away, feeling the pain ride on the ivory clouds. Grieve for me or grieve with me; there is no middle ground. Either take my hand or tear it off, feed your inner masochist and devour my misery. My soul tempt you with these scars, I’ll...
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“Yesterday I got lost in the circus, feeling...
It’s so hard to believe in anything when disappointment comes so easily nowadays… What is faith when everything comes crumbling down regardless?
I’ve learned that the only deity you should worship is the one that you see in the mirror.
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Bad Girls Break Hearts
Bad girls break hearts and leave scars. Bad girls deceive you and then leave you stranded on an island filled with starving cannibals simply because you came home late and she feared the worst. They’ll pilfer your stash of cigarettes tucked away behind the cupboard and they’ll encounter intoxication with the help of your aged wine and expensive liquour and won’t give two...
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“I set fire to the rain, watched it pour as I touched your face.”
These cryptic lyrics were intentional, weren’t they? It’s impossible to set the rain on fire. But the ambiguity in her metaphor allowed me to find my own way to make sense of the song.
See, once upon a time in my life, you were the rain. You gave life to the emptiness that had haunted me for so long. I was a wandering soul with...
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Psychosoma
My mind tells me that the halcyon brought on by the midday breeze Is inferior to the serenity that comes from smoke and venom, but as I tune in to the sounds that my body makes I hear screams of distaste, pleading me to live but life is give and take and I take what it gives. I let it strengthen me. I let pain have all of me, because the disappearance of negativity will signal the death of...
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What Lies Within
An exercise for college where we had to make a complete narrative story in less than 30 minutes. I hope you guys like it!
A couple in their mid-twenties were standing in front of a stained mirror, grimy from the lack of attention. They had their hands clasped together, but the woman eventually broke away after realizing the stupidity of what they’ve just done.
“Damn it! I knew that shit was...
She pressed her lips against the filter of a half-smoked cigarette and lit it. To her, there were forms of slow suicide. There was smoking. And then there was love. It hurts less to inhale and exhale than to have her heart shatter into uncountable pieces. It felt better to smoke than to feel pain.
She took a drag and blew a cloud towards the midnight sky.
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The Living.
Humans fear what has already passed on. We cover mirrors, we turn on the lights and we bless houses that we relocate into. We say our prayers and we turn to our bibles to prevent the dead from looking us in the eye.
But evil lies all around us. Evil lies in the heart of mankind. My fellow humans, fear not the dead, for they have already passed on. Fear your friends. Fear your lover. Fear your...
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Game Over
Tonight, I’ll close my eyes. I’ll tear down your persistent holograph, tear at your wires with the claws I’ve sharpened and watch as your static fades into painful silence. Perhaps I’ll shed a tear or two, perhaps I’ll mourn for the death of you, but it’ll never hurt again. The wounds you’ve inflicted will remain sealed. I’m closing my eyes...
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The Lost.
What does it mean to be lost to begin with? Having no one to claim your soul, having no one to label who who exactly are… is that what being lost is about? If I were a faceless soldier in the midst of an endless war, if I were a nameless soldier with countless bullet wounds and reopened scars, would that qualify as being lost?
The complexity of such a simple word brings confusion and...
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Memento I
Inside of me are demons unnamed, mythos yet discovered by specialists. They will try to put a label on me, them and their bibles will try to defuse this disease but I assure you that I am not sick, that I’ll brave the ends of this earth. I’ll see to it that my heart discovers the ultimate symphony, the rightful conclusion. You are all vultures equipped with murderous talons, ...
Anonymous asked: Write a poem about yourself. <3 Amaze me.
January 2012
36 posts
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Night [Book 2/3]
Here’s part two of the horror story I wrote back in freshmen year. If you didn’t read part one yet, click here.
Synopsis: A group of teenagers wander off in the depths of the woods seeking thrill and excitement, but get way more than they bargained for when a sadistic killer hunts and kills them one by one, but are their friendships and secrets more deadly than their predator?
V: THE NIGHT’S...
Night sky, become the ink that fuels my art.
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I’d give up paradise to be with you. Allow me to take flight, along with the crestfallen birds, soaring high above the skies in search of new hope. A new life. A new cycle.
See, I may be mistaken, but you could be my savior. I’ve searched and searched, and all I’ve found were players, but a game is not what I’m after. I’m sick of falling on my knees and I refuse to falter. I don’t roll dice. My...
What good is it to reside in this paradise if I’m here alone?
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Thank you for the pain.
Everyone begged for me to give in to anger, but I love the wounds you’ve inflicted. I’ll treasure these scars that you’ve given to me. Seen as a curse, but I’ll treat it as a blessing… because knowledge and experience is something that’s priceless and that’s what you’ve given to me.
So thank you for the false love, for the fraudulent romance and the...
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Re: Sex, Marriage, & Fairytales
You call yourself a poet? Let us engage in spoken word warfare. I’ll be the armageddon in physical manifestation, you’ll be the soldier unarmed, defended only by your skin and your salvation from sin. Here’s a bullet from my weapon of mass destruction, can your religion put off your damnation when the projectile pierces your skin? Will your deity accept your penance to...
I witnessed a fire in your eyes, but before you could consume me and obliterate my existence, I doused the danger and destroyed you in the process.
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Paperhouse
I’ve given all of me, drew with lights to shift over from fantasy to my own sick, twisted reality where faith is a refuge and the lies cease to flow, where my ink is religion and god exists no more. Take my hand, my broken love and come away with me, to new heights and new scenery, where beauty is both a saving grace and our destruction. Allow us to lose who we are in this makebelieve...
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Maleficent.
I see mirrors within my soul, showing to me the truth about who I am. They say it pays off to walk a righteous path, but who are they fooling? I still bear scars from heroes and readers, both the antagonists to my scheme. Fairytales are disgusting lies. I was born to the scene of destruction and I am willed to recreate the cycle of death with sin.
I am broken, but no one ever trusts the villain....