~BloodRedFlowers
Emo poet with no talent - Status: Member
- Angsty Poet
- Female/United States
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- Deviant since Jul 24, 2007, 6:54 AM
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TundraI can't stop shivering From all the internal cold I might have smelled smoke,Tundra
But there was never any fire.
And no matter how hard I look, There isn't any warmth, Nor happiness, In this tundra inside me.
I thought I saw a butterfly, Escaped from Pandora's box. But when I caught it, It was only a curl of ash, That crumbled in my hand.
in Open 1w 6d ago
To: My MotherYou say you know what it's like And I believe you. I can imagine you- having to stifle your tears So you parents won't hear I can imagine your Body, shaking with sobs just because you're feeling 'a little sad' But then I remember you- Screaming at me, Telling me I'm stupid, useless I still remember the day When you threw my bowl of cereal at the wall And when I cried And the milk trickled to the floor But then you did something confusing When I snuck back into the room ITo: My Mother
in Open on 6/18/08
Depression has eaten my clockThe day was long But the night stretches it's arms further and further into timeDepression has eaten my clock
You broke my heart Even though I told you it was fragile You know, I would have forgiven you if it was 'Accidental' But it wasn't.
You threw my heart off a cliff And watched, Your porcelain face with it's painted smile,
in Open on 6/18/08
Trust?Sometimes I'm scared, And sometimes I'm not. But most of the time- I'm terrified.Trust?
When people ask me if I'm okay, My heart stumbles, and I stutter out- 'Y-Yes? I'm fine.'
Then I'm assertive, 'I'm just tired, finals, you know.' I'm proud of myself for the lie. Even though I use it everytime.
I'm not fine But I am. I think I'm lying to myself, But how can I be sure?
Am I doing this for attention? If I was, would I hide the cuts? Would I avoid it for weeks? Could I lie so well as I do now?
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in Open on 6/10/08
Favourites
I HateI hate how much I miss you when you're not around I hate the words I never say when I finally have the chanceI Hate
I hate it how I lie to you and tell you I'm okay I hate the way I tell myself things won't always be this way
I hate that I don't talk to you about everything I used to I hate how I don't always tell you the whole truth
I hate holding back tears when I look into your eyes I hate letting go of you when we have to say goodbye
I hate not being the happy girl I pretend to be I hate the thoughts I get about making myself bleed
I hate it when I li
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IrritatedDevious Information
- Emailsafetypinearrings@yahoo.com
- Yahoosafetypinearrings
- Current Age: Mental Age: 3
- Current Residence: Suburban hell
- Favourite movie: Girl Interuppted
- Favourite band or musician: Emilie Autumn, and a whole slew of others.
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock, Metal, Emo and...classical?
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephenie Meyer, Edgar Allen Poe
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod. Mine is named Edgar (After EAP)
- Shell of choice: The one that separates me from the world.
- Skin of choice: Potato skin.
- Personal Quote: "You're not listening to me, are you?" (Often replied to with "What?")
- Tools of the Trade: My Emo-Notebook-of-Doom, and my purple felt-tipped pen
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A poet is a liar who always tells the truth.
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