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Dec 23, 2011, 8:09:46 AM by ~EternalSunday
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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still-born my vocal chords are twisting,
choking out the truth from me:

  no matter where i go, the past follows,
  shrouded

  in burns and bruises.

    this darkness rests in me,
    but wakes up screaming

            again
                  again

                 again,


   still-born by ~EternalSunday

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hyperbola callie hears voices in her head
but they are not speaking

to her anymore.

(it had to be her, she's handpicked
for this job, a selfish

little angel with
her eyes glued to the mirror).

i said

listen, no don't look at me
don't touch me

just listen.

she is a devil's trap, closing in on you,
a lipstick-covered lie.

no longer a nervous little girl
biting her fingernails,

callie is a monster,

her head full of screaming souls
and pleading whispers.

but she doesn't listen to us, and neither do you.

she strolls down the streets
with a plastic smile.

we're lost now, dehydrated,
you've turned down the volume.

(somehyperbola by ~EternalSunday

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inheritance the sunflower fields are burning,
just like your thoughts did

that time when i read you
my will.

"and i shall give you my lost desires,
my heavy heart wrapped in slippery trust,

my stamp collection and..."

you ceased to exist for a moment,
replaced by flames,

an atomic bomb detonating.

then nothing, you just
turned away,

from me, from everything.

(and if you had given me the time, i'd have read
your mind out aloud like a movie script,

soulless one-liners mixed with sappy reunions).

but you left, without words or glimpses,
leaving behind

a trail of decay.inheritance by ~EternalSunday

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there are places but not for me i.

so why do i live

for just another sleepless night at a nameless motel?

i wander the streets like a stray cat,
too feral for the touch of a helping hand.

feasting on mice, but still starving.

ii.

there are no answers down the road,
only gas stations and

the buzzing of my broken radio.
(i hum along with it).

iii.

i'm sorry but i can't come home.

(i hitchhiked to the end of days,
realized i had no face,

blinded by the highway signs,
my promises were left behind).

there are places but not for me by ~EternalSunday

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In Riposte, J swallow god's sense of humor, and tell me how it feels
to send gravity crawling on all fours- stir the remnants
of this violet collapse; ardent attachment:
muscular dystrophy.

play the accretion of your dilatory heartstrings for our silent mute
who raise a glass in toast to coalesce our beloved earth,
who study hagiography as a means of beautiful suicide
on lingering, listless oceans emptying unto itself.

and maybe your ascension was predetermined, perhaps
drawn in apologetic ink on the eyelids of our graceful blind,
who invented the word ugly to describe the fallacy of lost smiles
painted in shadow on your claustrophobic sighs.In Riposte, J by *UnspecifiedUnknown

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bare witness Internal dialect to a hivemind is a crime against intelligence
Bare witness to those around you who offer silvered words
Gold isn't the goal, but a dream unfruitful

I'm imprinted as a red lettered and hot headed tyrant
Many knives I hide for your back, watch out
If only this secular system would shatter it's own belief
Maybe the error that human beings made would finally be considered human

Creep past uncomfort and soar into the unknown of what if
Honey can you trust me?

Oh take of the fruits forbidden it'll taste bitter to you
The pain it causes me is temporary
But a life full of regret is purgatory
Anything you do will reflect obare witness by ~fuyuurei

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monster. last night i found the seams to my sealskin flesh. i tore out the stitches and peeled it off. i left it to inhabit my bed like a snake's shed skin. it felt so right to leave it all behind.

[but when i looked down i saw the monster that had been hidden underneath].
i saw my soul the black i'd smeared it, and i saw the acid in my veins.
i saw hidden under whitewashed ribs a heart that looked like a hole, withered and decayed.
i saw my lungs polluted with emotion and watched as selfhate ran down my spine.

i wanted to rip it out, but my hands were useless.

i wanted to run, but i couldn't outrun the monster within.

[so i burned it all down]monster. by ~arabesque-o

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May 6, 2012, 1:32:01 PM by ~EternalSunday
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I'm sorry for being so inactive, but since what happened with my horse, I haven't been able to write, and honestly I haven't really been in the mood for dA. Sorry about that. I'll try to get back to it, but it might take a while.

I used to be one of those lucky people who have never experienced loss. My grandparents are still alive. I know to some of you it must seem silly to get this upset by a pet dying, but he meant a lot to me and I've never had to deal with this kind of sorrow before.

Anyway, even if poetry isn't working right now, I'm drawing lots. I don't have a dA account for drawings anymore, because I hardly ever used it but I do have tumblr.

It's immortalbubble. [link]

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Mood: Anxious
Listening to: Miss you - Trentemoller
Watching: Iron man
Playing: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
Drinking: Pepsi

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*UnspecifiedUnknown 15 hours ago Writer

^{thank you kindly, love
you are a fantastic writer}

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-John Stuart Mill}

~EternalSunday 3 hours ago Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome.

And thank you very much.

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"Moreover, I advise that Carthage should be destroyed."

~g2a732648 May 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks for the llama!

~EternalSunday May 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No problem.

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"Moreover, I advise that Carthage should be destroyed."

~deviantesse94 May 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for the

on Sleeping Beauty!

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My life is like rice,
Bland, without spice.

~EternalSunday May 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome!

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"Moreover, I advise that Carthage should be destroyed."

=thetaoofchaos May 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks.

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~EternalSunday May 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome!

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"Moreover, I advise that Carthage should be destroyed."

~Ecanze May 4, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks for the

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"slap left then right,
then left, then right,
then a left again and then a right
and then a upper cut and then when
they still in mid air finish 'em of with a
Wolverine's weapon X combo special!"

~EternalSunday May 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome!

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"Moreover, I advise that Carthage should be destroyed."