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Erotica

You whispered poetry to me, penetrating my ear with the warm hard thrust of your syntax. Caressing my body with your alliteration, bringing chill bumps to the landscape of my skin. You trace a series of haiku down my spine. My toes curl from the thrill of wave after wave of vowels and syllables washing over me. I open my eyes to see before me your naked heart trembling, longing to be claimed.

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FoaW Flashback: Long Lost Guardian

Footsteps pattered through the ash-caked streets, leaving behind tiny prints in the gritty grey surface. The wind would cover them soon…but not soon enough for the fleeing form. The pounding of boots against cobblestone thudded against the walls of the houses that towered above the fleeing form like nightmares in the darkness. As her foot hit a loose stone and her body fell, so did her hope. The steps were close now, too close. She could hear the shuffling and the mad ramblings of the man behind her, going on in a language too slurred for her to understand. She flipped herself over and scooted back like a mudcrab in retreat, her injur

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Lifeless.

As I drive by, an old friend passes. He's surrounded by vibrance, in the form of lively pink and blue hues. But imitating an abyss, he wears all black. His hood remains up, his head remains down as he walks. His voice only resonates with the sound of silence. He seems like he's disappeared, and all that's left is a shell of the person I once knew. I could tell he'd tasted his fair share of tears. His eyes were soft, but faded, far from the blue I remembered. My expression was desperate, as if to ask, "What happened to you?" His replied, but with no words. Just a silent stare, drowning in a sea of solitude.

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Weekend Inspiration ~ My Old Story

Mar 15, 2015

Weekend Inspiration is a journal series written for the Glory-Be-Project (https://www.deviantart.com/glory-be-project), collecting music tracks - songs and instrumentals - for inspiration or your enjoyment Along with two pieces simply shared for your hearing pleasure, every other week a piece is also chosen based upon it's title that can be used as a prompt for a new creation, with this week it being taken from a song by female vocalist IU entitled: "My Old Story" - - - - - The other two tracks are songs by South-Korean singer Lee Seung Gi, in which he revisits the past; his own schooldays and the forest in which his parents met when they were the same age he is now. Both songs

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Stylized Expression tutorial pack .Promo.

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Erotica by lfaulk11, literature

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Erotica

Before I Can Become a Writer by intricately-ordinary, literature

Literature

Before I Can Become a Writer

Develop insomnia. Develop problems with substance abuse, nothing serious, but enough that I can say “write drunk, edit sober” and mean it. Drink tea. Write about drinking tea. Take up smoking, ignore the thoughts about it being a slower suicide. Write about suicide. Don’t mean it. Write about sunsets and ink veins. Mean it. Fall in love with someone who will never love me back. Lament. Write a million crappy poems and two good ones. Never show him. Move on. Write a few more bad poems. Fall in love with someone perfect. Screw it up. Fall in love with someone awful. Call him perfect. Screw it up. Cry. Cry for the inevitab

Curing Depression in Seven Easy Steps by intricately-ordinary, literature

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Curing Depression in Seven Easy Steps

1. apologize profusely to the ones you were honest with, the ones who believe in you, the ones who never cared, the boy who thought you were worth it, the girl who stayed up all night to hear you breakdown, the doctors, the nurses, the stars, your scars, your little brother who told you he hoped your sad would go away, yourself 2. fall in love with someone who doesn’t understand you. write poems about his eyes being a lighthouse, and his hands being sirens. tell him he is your happiness, he makes you better. tell him his scars are beautiful, he is so breathtakingly beautiful that it’s reasonable you should cry; love him infin

Ephemeral by intricately-ordinary, literature

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Ephemeral

1. i wake up and tear the sun from the sky like this is a grade school art project and i am supposed to share something worthy of myself-- i think there is a black hole nestled betwixt my lonely ribs, devouring anything alive. on days like these, my greatest weakness is weakness and i am my own fatal flaw. we live by mantras and my ears ring ‘i hate every piece of me’ (he put his head to my chest and heard me dying; call me beautiful now) 2. we are the false ends of sunken universes, we are pieces of dead galaxies and you are stardust, god, you are beautiful. i believe that this is all just a dream by someone with an

disenchantment by wispy-blue, literature

one winter, imagined by nawkaman, literature

2015 April HaikuWriMo by saiun, literature

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2015 April HaikuWriMo

30 toasting the moon with draughts of deepest twilight — old friend 29 a small band lurking beneath the trees waiting to accost the unwary with bad folk music 28 from a nook in the giant pillars crown watchful sparrow 27 our beautiful tree blooming later than others and yet — 26 snow yesterday dandelions today a winter training 25 sparrows shout over a jackhammer be quiet! 24 plenty of time on the long walk to the car to miss my coat — 23 heavy rain thickens into a blizzard then sunshine 22 a lone raven flies through the heavy mist no leaves for shelter 21 wa

An ancient forest by feardemon, literature

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An ancient forest

All roads lead to an ancient forest to a forest made of stone. Friends and daughters, sons and fathers in the forest, you're alone. All roads lead to an ancient forest some too short, some for too long. All roads lead to an ancient forest and each road is walked alone. All roads end in the ancient forest each is separate, all alone all lead there but none return from the forest, made of stone.

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