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at twelve years old i buried you
with all the hatred that you sent
at thirteen they all cursed no more
you rose above with no repent
and bore a child who writhed and tore
to get from all the hate and lies
who ripped apart your d.n.a
but kept the darkness in his eyes.
compare thee to the beautiful
but don't begrudge the second best
just watch your warm feet pace the ground
that put his sweet young heart to rest.
at seven years i formed a dream
i'm scared of turning seventeen
when at sixteen i learnt alone
of people that will sink or swim
and those who watch me swim along
and snatch my legs and drag me in.
so give me one more cold enigma
in the form of sinless man
and i will sit and suss you out
and feel no pity in my plan
do you think you have seen an evil?
wait until you pass my mind
i can crush my own emotion
i can make myself unkind
i HATE and hurt and target you
watch the damage i can do
just say that word so i can lie
and watch your little rich heart die
i don't want and i don't deserve
exactly what that THING is worth.
the mister thinks that he has changed me
but he was just the broken straw
that threw me two weeks worth of nightmares
then joined the things i feel no more
the father's calling from my mind
why can't you leave the world behind?
he wants me to go dig him up
he says that i'm my mother's daughter
and why the fuck did you misread me?
was laughter the first thing you thought of?
and when i get out of all these people
i promise i'm not coming back
not ever, never, little rich ones
i promise i'm not coming back
i promise i'm not coming back.
with all the hatred that you sent
at thirteen they all cursed no more
you rose above with no repent
and bore a child who writhed and tore
to get from all the hate and lies
who ripped apart your d.n.a
but kept the darkness in his eyes.
compare thee to the beautiful
but don't begrudge the second best
just watch your warm feet pace the ground
that put his sweet young heart to rest.
at seven years i formed a dream
i'm scared of turning seventeen
when at sixteen i learnt alone
of people that will sink or swim
and those who watch me swim along
and snatch my legs and drag me in.
so give me one more cold enigma
in the form of sinless man
and i will sit and suss you out
and feel no pity in my plan
do you think you have seen an evil?
wait until you pass my mind
i can crush my own emotion
i can make myself unkind
i HATE and hurt and target you
watch the damage i can do
just say that word so i can lie
and watch your little rich heart die
i don't want and i don't deserve
exactly what that THING is worth.
the mister thinks that he has changed me
but he was just the broken straw
that threw me two weeks worth of nightmares
then joined the things i feel no more
the father's calling from my mind
why can't you leave the world behind?
he wants me to go dig him up
he says that i'm my mother's daughter
and why the fuck did you misread me?
was laughter the first thing you thought of?
and when i get out of all these people
i promise i'm not coming back
not ever, never, little rich ones
i promise i'm not coming back
i promise i'm not coming back.
Literature
10 days, day one
Day one, ten things to ten different people.
Person one.
- You're my best friend and precious don't you forget it.
- You mean everything to me.
- You're one of the best things to happen.
- You keep me strong. You hold me up.
- It hurts when I can't help you.
- I wish I could make everything better but I know I can't.
- If I could be there you know I would.
- I hate when we fight.
- It hurts me to see you hurt.
- If I could turn back time just for you I would.
Person two.
-I realise I probably couldn't live without you now.
-That doesn't surprise me one bit.
-Sometimes I think I annoy you even if you say I don't.
-You became
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Silence .
Silence.
Feeding on my insanity as my
eyes draw emotions in between the
lines you've so obviously made indifferent.
And there's fire and there's rain and they
mix and make me feel lightheaded.
Until you hammer me into the ground with
the mention of her name.
So indifferently.
But just know that
there will come a day when
I'll steal my heart back from you.
And my ears will be filled with my heartbeat again.
But until then all I will hear is simply
Silence.
Literature
The Lonely Dance
A room of endless dark,
the air so heavy,
suffocating.
Surrounded by unknown mysteries;
such hungry eyes.
The music and the sway of soft limbs begging for touch.
The song thrums across the floor.
The dance floor an abused heart,
beating.
Something inside us all awakens alive and wild;
the distinction between us and other mammals grows thin.
They push their bodies together needing to feel connected,
the dancers all searching for something,
they do not know the name but they find it,
at least for tonight.
Their bodies ache, just a sip is all they need,
at least that's what they believe.
Eyes search out their nightly fix,
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yes it has a naughty word in it. but because of the fact it's just one little word that everyone reading this is bound to have heard at least 100 times in their lifetime, i don't think it deserves a mature content filter. if you strongly disagree though, tell me and i'll sort it.
i wasn't gonna submit this to deviantart. then i thought, who cares if someone figures out a few little secrets about myself, i'm only one in 6 billion. (:
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I don't believe that for ONE second. I also don't believe that I'm not going to have nightmares tonight.