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choked by SixAndViolets, literature

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choked

- never knew a thing about it or felt any kind of subtle ache, or nuance never saw a coloured sky or felt the cloying weight of a warm summer never met anyone quite like - the hum of crickets that fills an empty night sleeping under a cold moon, and a blanket of darkness with a throat full of cotton wool and useless words never had the courage never reached a hand into the galaxy to feel the icy stillness of space or the warmth of the stars, so like - never said i, never said love, never said you

in the dark by SixAndViolets, literature

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in the dark

it must be human nature; the reason the Bible and countless shelves of self-help books warn us away from sex and hallucinogenic drugs and Nietzscheist philosophy - to keep us from realising how alone we are. and that we've been abandoned by the divine creator, by the universe, by the shrinks we pay $100 an hour to feign empathy, and they all want to keep us in the dark; pseudo-spiritually emaciated like the seekers of false enlightenment, starved of the forbidden fruit.

miles without water by SixAndViolets, literature

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miles without water

we are walking miles without water waiting at bus stops left in the dust panting in the heat like a dog and the air is thick with smoke and exhaustion on this old earth the soil is red with memory but holds no water dropping like flies in the summer we're waiting for our last days and the flat plains of the desert do not allow for an echo or the resonating cry of mothers made to bury their children in the orange sand.

real by SixAndViolets, literature

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real

and i - a living specimen neither man nor woman an anomaly preserved in a glass case and a constant state of nervousness stepping on eggshells hidden in my cotton wool, surgically sterilized environment my own personal hell - a cage, with newsprint pillows the stars in my night sky light the anxious eyes of onlookers two tickets, three, four, five i am a sideshow attraction bound into a recognisable shape and almost close enough to feel real (almost)

saint mathias by SixAndViolets, literature

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saint mathias

call a doctor - i am lonely, and left to my own devices with surgical precision (there is going to be an accident) i am judas on my days off; i only break my own promises a replacement a second chance second best i will never hurt you the way he did (i have my own methods) i would sooner set myself on fire a beacon but not an idol to throw the world into harsh light i am a martyr a sacrifice to a godless universe a leader of silent crowds born again, the disciple of no faith i will appeal to the black masses - not a guiding light, but ghost fire over an endless stretch of sand and water mud, mud, i am blacke

and again by SixAndViolets, literature

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and again

here i am again ill, reduced to a statistic - the textbook-example figure of a living host for disease and much less, in reality a swilling bucket of pills and concoctions my stomach, a black hole or a whirlpool each spot, each speck of dust each tiny insect absorbed into my skin (the itch is indescribable) the fever transforms me into a fireplace, or a boiling pot emitting noxious steam my teeth grind to hills of white dust a heaving chest, and a heart a dancing mess my hair sticks to my forehead like a tree taking root and i am less than dirt, and certainly fit for this

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Deluge. by Book-of-LostThings, literature

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Deluge.

The sky is still crying, darling. weeping, weeping. And despite -- [despite there being no 'despite' about it], Schatz. Just, waiting -- the seventy-one-thousand-eight-hundred-and-eighty minutes still haven't quite passed. So, mon chéri the heavens [not literally, dear- as if such divine things as gods deserve such privelege, for want of a better term term] are grieving; shedding tears; choking on sorrow, and continuing, darling, for close enough to six-thousand-five-hundred-and-twenty-two minutes. Which, I think you'll agree, is far too long, indeed, to cry. [But of course, it will all clear up. For

Past lives and a liars kiss. by AbsentNature, literature

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Past lives and a liars kiss.

Speak of past lives, of the fires and revolts and loves long lost. The people of the soot and of the ash. Bustle skirts flicking street corners. Cities singing with industry and Can you hear? Echoing across the river the sound of metal on metal. On metal. On metal. You can only just see the light, 20 feet above your eyes. Smoke is slipping through your broken fingers. The powdered wigs are crying and green glasses smiling. Madame is waiting. The women drop their stitches. And Sanson drops blade. The red flower nothing but a myth. They cheer. The blitz is here and the underground is collapsing. Filling the sanctuary we hid

The 4.28 from Central by Feyrie-Queen, literature

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The 4.28 from Central

The days are blurring and the nights are fading and the stars are standing still. My mind is filled with lowering water marks and calico bed sheets and the memory of russet hair. Hands clasp my waist and a chin is on my shoulder and I'm wondering (every day) if this is just another mistake. The textured concrete is digging into my hands and the swings of my childhood are creaking but right now my mind is occupied and the door is firmly jammed shut. But somehow a friendly smile and a clasping hand allay my fears and the encroaching darkness doesn't matter; not when I'm with you.

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SixAndViolets

Oct 30, 2011

why am i still on deviantart

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ah well here are some pictures of skulls and things enjoy them also, happy halloween

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SixAndViolets

May 28, 2011

just a warning

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expect an influx of death note-related art soon. i've been reading it. i get why everyone likes it now.

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SixAndViolets

Feb 9, 2011

A few things~

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Firstly, a list of things that I hate with the passion of a thousand Francises: - Homestuck - Glee - The Biggest Loser - Having to consume foods close to their use-by date due to floods and shit - Having to touch, smell and be in the same house as foods close to their use-by date - The passion of a thousand Francises - Francises - The fact that my deodorant is broken and I can't be bothered to buy a new one and hence I smell like a German - The stress of finding a male name for use in "extreme situations" - My habit of always hitting the Windows Media Centre button with my elbow, causing it to open and make me scream because I alway