_ Tuesday 29th May.
Wow, deviantART certainly hates new account, fuck verifying everything.
I'm not new to dA, I have a main account which is very active, since '04.
But I think I might keep them separate.
so, this account, hopefully, will be filled with varies pieces of writing that I don't want
to submit to my other count because of differences, or that I just don't want to show
people who are familiar with me.
this will probably be an account for scraps. Things that haven't had much thought,
but I like anyway. A journal, but not. Thoughts, ect.
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death and I. 29th May.There's something thrilling about touching yourself in winter. It's like death's eating you through your fingers. I don't think death likes me very much, she tends to keep away. I have to hurt somehow and to feel death makes everything seem real, is it natural to want to feel death? Your fingers feel like ice on needles as they burn into your skin. Which doesn't make much sense but there's no way else to describe it. You know how they say opposites attract? I get it but try to argue with it. What does that make me?death and I. 29th May.
You're always alone, but not. I know I have more than one voice in my head. I make fun of the other ones. But
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Cigarette AnalogiesIt is four o seven in the morning and I’m sitting in the bathroom, between the twin sinks, with my bare feet up against the rough-hewn tile wall across the way. I’ve been watching dark rings form under my eyes for the last hour and a half. The mirror has been cold, unrelenting in its dutiful stare back at me. I refuse to go to bed. I’m trying to get your sweet cigarette analogies out of my head.Cigarette Analogies
You kissed me outside the night before, the cold so biting that it made my nose sting as it touched yours. The fat flakes of a surprise snowfall drifted down around us, glowing in an unnatural shade of gold against the luminescent streetl
by *Goodbye-kitty975
Bad PoetryDear --,Bad Poetry
I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window
with sentiment.
See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word o
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Have you ever expiried a perfect moment in time when time seems to stop and you achive that you could live in that moment forever?
I'm not new to dA, I have a very active main account, this will act as a side-account. But thank you for your welcome.
i was attracted by Ur nick
so This acount will be used for trash
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Have you ever expiried a perfect moment in time when time seems to stop and you achive that you could live in that moment forever?
Haha, I'm nice! I hope. Yeah, pretty much. Stuff that I don't want to put on my main account.
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