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Lesser Shades of MelancholyLesser Shades of MelancholyLesser Shades of Melancholy
Clocks that struck thirteen and silent music had never snared his interest. He cared more for the streetlight outside his window that aimed, aimed and tossed beams of orange light through the crack in his curtains and let them thud onto the floor. The predictably irregular thump-thump of pumpkin-light would leapfrog in time to the streetlight’s winking (the lamp had been squint for as long as he could remember). These very thuds were what lifted his heavy lids from his eyes somewhere around two – or perhaps just after three – that night. He brushed Sleep’s nest of cobwebs from h
by ~cravingoxygen
Body ArtBody ArtBody Art
You see:
I am wreathed in knots and woodgrains My fingers hinge together I smell of pine and gluestains Puppet strings my tethers
You see:
There are willow trees and bluebells flourishing on my wrists Spiderwebs and bulletholes puncturing my fists
You see:
I watch the water run with black chase down the porcelain splatter against flawless cracks seep from ink-logged skin
You see:
My blood beats bluer every day
You see:
I can wash my scars away
by ~cravingoxygen
Rae - 1Rae unfolded herself and stretched lazily. Her muscles tensed until she felt them protest slightly and then let them go. The hoops that she was wearing had left imprints in her cheek and her mouth tasted slightly of coffee. Rae silently pulled the curtain to one side with two finger to peer out the jaws of her window, but saw only grime-caked bricks and a seam of silver sky. She untangled herself from the insistent bedding with a sigh, slipped her petite feet into a pair of slippers and padded to the mirror to attempt salvaging her appearance. Her eyes traveled slowly from the slippered toes to the jeans, stained hoodie and finally theRae - 1
by ~cravingoxygen
SchizophreniaSchizophreniaSchizophrenia
She has broken pictures in her eyes Flit, flicker, fade Tie-dyed versions of their lies Black, whited, greyed
There are people living in her head Drums, harps, flutes And voices that leave her tossing in bed The loudest one is mute
Colour blinded keys unlock escape Silent moments rare And at night she keeps them all awake On pianos that aren’t there
She peers over the edge at arm’s length High above the slums Her knuckles whiten on the rails Just in case she jumps
by ~cravingoxygen
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tangled.I will never know how much your breath is tangled into the weave of me: the unravelings of your blue baby thunder-squalls and dissatisfaction bleeding bright into my autumn earth tones. I tried, with a stainless kitchen knife, to remove the worst of the water damage, but I had nothing with which to repair the vast gashes but strips of rain tarp and some glue.tangled.
The finest conservators could never lift away your threads from mine, nor restore what is to what was, so I will go on display as is, as am, because I know no other way, and perhaps someday some ch
by ~theashesrisetoo
ChokeBlue smoke In a dim red light From your cigarette As you hold me tight In one arm Blue smoke Just a cigarette But it marks a night I'll never forget Blue smoke Dancing to our song Blue smoke I've known all along In blue smoke, with you, This is where I belongChoke
Blue fog In a cold red room Chokes us in its Dark perfume Breath is futile So kiss mine away Like blue fog On a beautiful day Blue fog From your cigarette Framed your face On the night we met Blue fog Settled in my
by ~WolfenApathy
poetry like teaI never want to know you.poetry like tea
I want to wonder, want to slide back-down and backwards across your glissandos, linger over the breaths and pauses, pour into the warm and dark hollows that you curve into your words, nestle there like water or skin:
I want to sink into the cracks between consonants, smooth them over, find the sighs folded into the velvet roundness of an O, contemplate each brightly fractured e in your name, how it is wrenched open to the world, wounded, and still curled tight as a fist over the wound:
I want to drink poetry like tea, in sips, with
by ~theashesrisetoo
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- Current Residence: a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse
- Interests: Creating intricate psychological puzzles for those who dare try stuff me in boxes
- Favourite movie: The Watchmen
- Favourite band or musician: Far too many :) Placebo, Alanis Morisette, Laura Marling
- Favourite genre of music: Probably classified as alternate
- Favourite artist: Sherbetfingers, otherwise known as Astrid the Awesome
- Favourite poet or writer: Bindo, estallidos, E.A.Poe, Elliot
- Favourite photographer: Good question.
- Favourite style of art: Watercolours. Runny paint and images that look like stains are just gorgeous. Photography also ranks
- Operating System: Linux. Linux. Linux. Windows is fluffy. Linux is the future.
- Shell of choice: those you can press to your ear and hear the sea in
- Wallpaper of choice: Flaking with water stains and tears
- Skin of choice: Mine, preferably
- Favourite game: Killing those who oppose my quest for world domination! Or else just Planeshift, a MMORPG I favour
- Favourite gaming platform: PC of course. What sort of a question is that? PC's are the way.
- Favourite cartoon character: lol, probably Eyore
- Personal Quote: Shall I strike at it with my partisan? (Shakespeare) What we need is a lizard with a ladder (AliceIW
- Tools of the Trade: Anything that writes (pens, pencils, charcoal, kokis) and anything I can write on (paper, skin, etc)
- Website: http://cravingoxygen.wordpress.com/
- Email: sapphire123456789@hotmail.com
- Skype: xeotricia
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"Cause I'm broken when I'm open,
And I don't feel like I'm strong enough,
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,
And I don't feel right when you're gone away."
Broken~Seether
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Feigning ignorance out of habit
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"Cause I'm broken when I'm open,
And I don't feel like I'm strong enough,
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,
And I don't feel right when you're gone away."
Broken~Seether
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"Never Give Up, Never Give In!"
The Celtic Zodiac Fox... (Snox)
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I don't bite much...hard...okay, scratch that, I'd eat you with A1 =3
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Details, who needs them; they lead to more arrests every year.
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I don't bite much...hard...okay, scratch that, I'd eat you with A1 =3
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Details, who needs them; they lead to more arrests every year.
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Take the pain that life gives you - revel in it, and know that you'll be stronger and more able to help others going through the same pain.
TWLOHA
And yeah... I was pretty lonely. But I am somewhat better now
*hugs back*
I suppose... okay. We have a deal
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Feigning ignorance out of habit
I'm sorry that you feel lonely (spied your journal). *hugs*
Let's fight for a happier life in this world. It's the only way we'll make it. Deal?
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Feigning ignorance out of habit
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