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Terrill Delle

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while sketching your profile by tttdelle, literature

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while sketching your profile

while sketching your profile on the pale white of my ceiling i named all of my favorite pieces and memorized the others. i traced your jaw with silk strands of light that run through the cracks in my walls. your lips were painted a soft monotone, matching the sweet sound of a heartbeat. your eyes were the simplest yet most complex to etch, liquid drops in caverns of millions of colors. my need for your acceptance is why i turn my eyes when our sights interlock but my love for the contours of your skin is what makes me gaze at your being when i think you aren't looking.

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I Was Her Coffin by CortneyNocturnal, literature

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I Was Her Coffin

I'm sitting on this battered roof, chain-smoking Marlboros and talking to the moon. There is a fiery breeze twirling my skirt, but all I see is a little girl tugging at the hem, mutedly screaming the word "Mommy". But I couldn't be her mommy, because she is dead. I'm tempted to take off my skirt-to let it feather down and cover this parched city. I still have 13 cigarettes and I won't give up until the taste of you retreats from my lungs. I'm thinking that maybe I can smother it, maybe it will just surrender. As long as it's still present, I can't hate you- I can't hate you for what you did to me. And somehow I know it would ha

Ordinary by Sepulchral-Roses, literature

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Ordinary

Most people fall in love with the extra-ordinary. Dear me, You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow. You will learn many, many things in the coming years. You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers

A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010 by Sciencegeek123, literature

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A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010

"a poem unwritten" -alternate version this is a poem unwritten told by a father who still exists it's about a boy no longer and a town that fell asleep the boy broke the cycle and ended the piercing silence he fought with his life so the people may live longer but the father was left alone and now he has a body to bury this never should have happened but this is a poem unwritten told by a father who still exists that day in class the boy didn't pay attention as wrote a poem unwritten when the boy raised his head looking for an audience he found a violent silence when he raised his hand to show and tell his poem unwritten

Destroy This Poem by niedec, literature

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Destroy This Poem

Destroy This Poem To the person grading this poem To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor: Stop it. Don’t Patronize me. I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil Shaping it into a masterpiece. I didn’t paint it onto the ceiling of some church, Going blind from the pain and the stress. I didn’t even turn this in on time. And while I’m writing this in my fifth-period economy class, You can bet I’m not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima. No, I’m concerned with how much water is left in my water bott

Silently by Avalon928810, literature

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Silently

An empty space, not even a room. A glossy piano, waiting for its player. The sheet music, marked up with corrections. The fingers, stretching in preparation. The emotions, awaiting their release. Fingers dance across the keys, Forcing the notes into the melody. The soft music sings the words Silently, So that no ears can hear them. The stress and fear that haunts the brain, The horrid words that cause the pain, The violent shaking the pianist goes through. The breathing that always soothes the mind, The malignant words that always remind The pianist of the horrors at home, The people that make her feel alone. The piano stops

Strife by Avalon928810, literature

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Strife

The pretty girl with the deep brown eyes Was only told horrid lies, That corrupted her innocent state And revealed to her a world of hate. A world of depression and pain, And people who only use power for personal gain. The lovely girl wanted to cry, Because the world had gone so awry. The darkness touched the ones held close, And killed the ones she loved most. It left the poor girl all alone, The pain created by the Devil's groan. Praying to God to help her friends, But she knew how the story would end. Left all alone her mind travelled on To the darker world where her friends had gone Soon she found the gun an appealing

...27... by TheAfterWhys, literature

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...27...

She wore barbed wire necklaces so that every time she laughed, it hurt. Little Freckles Frankie was the first to make her laugh so hard she bled. He was ten, she was eleven. I don’t think he has found anything funny since. It was too bad really, baby blue eyes tend to twinkle when they laugh. I caught her countin

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Deviant for 16 years
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Favourite genre of music: Rock, J-pop
Favourite style of art: Umm, whatever appeals to me.
MP3 player of choice: Zen sleek
Skin of choice: Pale. *shuns the sun*
Favourite cartoon character: Mikami Teru

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I can't choose O_O;;

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I am Legend

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

MSI

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Animation and Digital sketches.

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Jul 1, 2009

FILL IT NAO 8D

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1.. Your Name: 2. Age: 3. Single or Taken: 4. Favourite Film: 5. Favourite Song or Album: 6. Favourite Band/Artist: 7. Dirty or Clean: 8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: 9. Do we know each other outside of dA? 10. What's your philosophy on life? 11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty? 12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? 13. What is your favourite memory of us? 14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure? 15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: 16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they? 17. Can we get together and m

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Jun 12, 2009

hullow

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So I hadn't been active in a long time Not like it will matter to really anyone, but I've taken an interest in photography and manipulation. I am still sketching but I'm too much of a lazyass to scan any of my shit. And also my dad came back from yet another year long navy trip, and has stolen his tablet back. I got a new haircut. Hated it at first but now it's grown on me. I have been discovering life anew each day. I am now in love with Mitchell Davis and he inspires me<3 Owl City and Hollywood Undead are the best bands ever I snuck out a couple days with a friend at 2 am and got caught D: I lost weight Everyday is new and exc

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Apr 8, 2009

Hey, you with the hair.

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God it posses me off. I had gone through a change a while back. I went from white T-shirts, regular blue jeans and sneakers with my long hair pulled back in a ponytail everyday to black hair with striped or funky shirts with jackets and gray and dark skinny jeans with converse in about one weekend. No one ever used to even know I exist nut now I have random people walking to me and asking if i am "goth" or "emo" Seriously? I don't recall ever knowing that I was apart of the East Germanic tribes that existed around the early 3rd century or that I'm highly emotional just because I'm dressing in a way that I have always wanted to. Maybe the