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we should celebrate

by ~EternalSunday, Dec 23, 2011, 7:09:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

i.
i tried to think of pain as a flower,
first it blossoms

  and then

  it wilts away.

but i won't let myself disappear
along with it,

i won't
give you that.

(it's not the agony that makes
me scream, it's the flavor).

ii.
and you whispered softly
"i'll rip your heart out and replace it

with a song,

it's christmas soon, and
we should celebrate".

  you've always used my scars
  as a calendar,

  as a way to remind yourself

  "today is tuesday

  and i still exist".

iii.
(it's morning now because
i can see
the sunlight

through my eyelids

and imagine
a bright summer day,

the flowers are
beautiful,

so
damn

beautiful).

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dissolvemaybe now
it will be easier to
stop
feeling
like a mechanical failure, cables
tangled up everywhere until they cover my field of vision
and i have to try and untie them but it's
so much easier to use the scissors.
the moment
before i fall asleep i try to think
of it as art but it doesn't change anything, i have put myself
in a tiny shoe box and
i shouldn't be surprised to run out out of oxygen,
so i try to revel in it,
make myself blind to avoid conflict.
it gnaws into me like guilt and it isn't really alive but
i feel like it is draining me and i can't see it as anything but
slowly being pulverized.
i want to look away but this time i don't.dissolve by ~EternalSunday

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i think it is time to get this out of my systemif you knew enough you'd swallow your intentions before they got rotten,
thoughts should never outlive their time, and no
peace can be found in dwelling on
plague-ridden ideas.
but perhaps you long for war, for the deconstruction of my reality.
you used to say you pitied me
with disgusted whispers, we hid behind the bushes
so they wouldn't see
the company you keep.
you said i had everything you wanted. at first it was subtle,
a glance with starstruck eyes that turned away too quickly,
the words came much later but i already knew.
   (i always wondered how you
   could be so
      jealous of someone as shameful as me.)
but let's not get ahead of ourselves, i am untrustworthy
and ugly and so many
things i'd rather not look at under a microscope
but i always do it anyway,
to maybe find a piece of me you didn't shape.
it is my fault,
that we never stayed the way we were that year
when i never disappointed you.
it is my fault and i almost feel pri think it is time to get this out of my system by ~EternalSunday

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lifeboats never floatlisten to me little castaway,
the lionheart sewn into your chest still beats
but the threads are loosening,
forced bravery
will always crack in the end.
your sleep is dreamless but you always wake up
vulnerable.
(survival cost more than you could spare, so you replaced yourself
with a huntress. she roars in the night,
and claws her way
through the days like a rabid animal,
always hungry and never afraid.)
it is time to step away from your gods
they listen to your footsteps in the grass, the rustling
of leaves and hurried breaths,
but they cannot see you.
(do not abandon them.)
it is time to isolate yourself from the fear
my warrior, it will drive you
to the edge of these cliffs and push
you down,
and the gods will hear your spine snap
against the shore and
they will not bury your body,
they will desecrate it.
(do not turn away from it.)
the world is splintering into a million islands
and you stand alone on all of them, hope mutatinglifeboats never float by ~EternalSunday

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.i detach myself from everything, i don't want to feel
the severity of
the things i've seen and what
i've done,
if stand too close
it will
devour me.
but i am nothing without my thoughts, i see
their flaws but i can't hide from them
i climb the ladder then i tear it down, separating me
from everyone.
and i can see the place for everything,
from far away
where there is no detail.
if i stand too close it will destroy me.
i want to sleep without a war inside my head,
but my dreams prefer to
drown us all in red.
i want to see the world with innocence, but there are only
flaws and i can't live with them.. by ~EternalSunday

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Berlin

by ~EternalSunday, Mar 3, 2013, 5:04:53 PM
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I'm going to Berlin over the week and won't be home until Friday, and I'm unlikely to have any internet access. So if I don't respond to messages that's why. I doubt anyone will notice since I'm not very active on dA nowadays, but I thought I should tell you anyway.

I have been writing, but mostly prose and nothing that is good enough to upload here, and poetry is still kind of hard for me at the moment. I'm sorry for being so inactive, but I'll try to leave more comments on your deviations and maybe start up my Wonderful Words features again. It just takes a lot of time and energy and I haven't really had much of that lately.

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Reading: The fault in our stars
Watching: Spartacus
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I am a 18 year old girl from Sweden. I recently started to write down the thoughts in my head, and realized those thoughts might be poems. Not much else to say about me, but if you want to know something, just ask.

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