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How I Fell In Love With Early Metal by TeenageDirtbag96, literature

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How I Fell In Love With Early Metal

I wasn't just born To be wild, I was named for it.Wasn't my era, The whimsical Psychedelic age... You can sit Watching flowers in the rain Or gazing up at Waterloo sunsets... I'm more interested in Sayin' hello to Susie, See, That girl's really got me.But then came the thickened haze, The mutant blues And progressive ways... And now, Now she belongs to me And oh how I have become A walking antique, Living in the past, Bleached by the sunshine of your love And scorched by the God of Hellfire.Started living in '96 But came alive in '69, Screaming for shelter And the chance to be your dog. Fractured poetry recitals In a Crimson Court, Flute-t...

Violent Reaction by TeenageDirtbag96, literature

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Violent Reaction

It feels strange Now that it's over Now that You've pronounced it over. 'I'm done with this', She said, The 'this' being me And the 'done' Being a lie. Nothing's ever done So long as it resides In our minds, No matter how many times I ask myself...Why should I care, If she doesn't anymore? She treated me like a child And I reacted childishly... Such sweet simplicity Surely leads To a black and white reality Where I can perceive The futility Of holding onto 'we'. It has. Believe me, I see the wasted energy In wandering These city streets Screaming, 'Til my throat goes bloody, That I want no part In this self-deprecating Worthless chemistry.

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Still

You're the only wound That crippled me. The rest healed But you... You're the shaking That I can't fight through. You're the lump in my throat That breaks the sentence in two, The cracking of an otherwise steady voice. You're the subject That I can't do justice, Not in a thousand words, But I'll write them all the same Just to ease my mind.Can we both be still, In this moment of recognition? In passing? Can I have the time to process why You're still inside?

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How I Fell In Love With Early Metal by TeenageDirtbag96, literature

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I'm going to do it by TheHollowGirl, literature

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I'm going to do it

" I'm going to finally do it" No you aren't. You're going to chicken out and cry to your therapist again. " No this time is really the end" You need to stop lying we all know you couldn't even if there was a loaded gun in front of you. "I'm really going to!"No you aren't. "Yes I am!" No "Yes"This stupid dialogue continues in my mind. Holding no value as I'm standing in front of the noose. But I guess maybe that little voice is right.

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The Evidently Cheerful Abyss of Depression by fragglebatches, literature

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The Evidently Cheerful Abyss of Depression

It's feeling like everything is pointless. Like nothing is ever going to turn out okay, Or have a purpose. It's laying in bed and seeing the sunlight stream through your window, And still feeling as if you're in a pitch black room. It's wearing the same t-shirt a week later, And leaving your hair in the same, greasy ponytail for four days. It's cutting everyone off, Because talking to people makes you even worse. It's feeling tense all the time, And it's losing your appetite, Because you're literally worried sick. It's feeling like a constant disappointment, Like you can't do anything even remotely right. It's feeling every single kind of ...

Needy by TheHollowGirl, literature

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Needy

"Once I'm better we can hang out again." "I just can't handle the outside world yet." "I'll contact you, I swear." Don't worry, I've already accepted it. Accepted that you couldn't tell me no. I'll pretend to accept so the pain isn't so real. But despite that, it still hurts.Tap tap tap, type type, click click. "Hey I just really wanted to talk." D E L E T E I can't send you such a needy message. After all, I'm just some child that you don't like.But if you were to say anything. I'd foolishly accept you back again. Breaking the shell I made would be easy.Tap tap tap, type type, click click. "Please don't remove me from your life." D E L...

Love 100 themes by TheHollowGirl, literature

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Love 100 themes

"You can't fully know love, until you've worked for it." Were words my mamma always said. As her marriage was crumbling, and she fought to keep grasp on a realtionship that was rushed and un-stable."Love is painful and it hurts you." My friend would say. As she pulled down on her sleeves, eye darkened with a soft purple color, that was hastily covered with cheap drug store make-up."Love can be found in more places than you think." Were words the dealer would always say. As they tossed me a bag to make the itching feeling go away, their own eyes filled with that yearning that I now held."I love you." My boyfriend would whisper in my ears. A...

Goodbye my prince by TheHollowGirl, literature

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Goodbye my prince

The sad part is, I haven't cried a single tear. This is but the end. Of our fairy tale story.It closes, when you shut your eyes. So, kiss me goodnight prince. This princess has somewhere else to be.Somebody else needs to wake her. A stolen kiss, set her heart a-fire. This princess needs to run away.Because it's so wrong to continue this happy realtionship. When one is broken. Stepped in the glass slippers of fate.But I won't cry a single tear. That's silly for a princess to do. To hold onto her slipper.Tape it up, Glass and blood. Missing pieces stuck in her foot.Goodbye my prince. Goodbye my first love.

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Stress by TheHollowGirl, literature

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Stress

What's even the point? All this pushing does is result in more pain. The stress builds up and they all mock me. You're not old enough to understand real pain. Their words stab at every insecurity I had. Their words break every stability I had.What about my pain isn't real? What about my suffering isn't legitimate enough?When will you realize that I'm suffering too. I'm breaking apart too. But I don't verbalize mine to co-workers who couldn't care less. I don't rant about mine on a facebook whom nobody reads.I bottle mine up. I suffer too. But you're too self-absorbed to realize it.

Dim by fragglebatches, literature

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Dim

I stare into dimly lit darkness, Focusing my everything, On the minuscule sounds, Curiously trying to make out each individual buzz and ring. I glance at each object, Messily displayed around the room Each a memoir, A visual story that I can replay in my mind; Like an old television set, With static and jolting frames.Everything seems so sinister, In this dimly lit darkness, And the more my eyes focus, The darker it gets, Until eventually, I see nothing.

Trying to Write (Edited by Kendra Rabbitts) by TeenageDirtbag96, literature

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A long-haired freak from the land of Robin Hood...

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Todd McFarlane

Favourite Movies

Fight Club, Children of Men

Favourite TV Shows

Anything involving Ricky Gervais, Steve Merchant, Karl Pilkington or Tina Fey... plus Firefly, Rick and Morty

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Alkaline Trio (pre-'Crimson'), Sabbath, Coheed and Cambria, Bellowhead, Dir en grey, Glassjaw, Iron Maiden, Johnny Cash, King Crimson, Mawkin, Nomeansno, At the Drive-In

Favourite Books

Darth Bane series, The Old Republic series, The Witcher series, Eisenhorn, Ravenor, Gaunt's Ghosts, Ciaphas Cain

Favourite Writers

Drew Karpyshyn, Andrzej Sapkowski, Lovecraft, Poe, the Brontes, Dan Abnett

Favourite Games

Guild Wars 2, anything Bioware, The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

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Brain, PC (which I name 'Loki')

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The people who are such dear friends that they've become like family to me

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Feb 27, 2016

Apologies, we've been gone a long time. Jobhunting is a huge irritation, I'm sorry for anyone who's missed me... if you exist. We're still unemployed, but I'm going to work on getting some pieces done... trying a more simplistic style... started by w...

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Aug 27, 2015

Let's try taking a break from romance...

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It's been a while, found myself lacking inspiration for a time and after that I simply found I didn't have the will to write. Not a clue if anyone reads this things, but this one's a long-overdue update.Recent events have made it ever more apparent that most of my work is somewhat... focused with glaring intent on a particular theme, the theme being romance, love and associated feelings. While it's a broad area to explore, I feel it would serve me best to stretch my limits and try some other topics... rather than focusing so much on this one. While I do feel that a large part of me is romantic, while such notions are on my mind a fair bit,...

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Jun 26, 2015

And Here I Thought We Were Finished...

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Tagged once again by the absolute angel that is :icontwilight515: I am at the mercy of her questions once again...Straight to business because we know the rules by now. ^^ More shit that's not really important: 1. I can't sleep right now. 2. I often look down upon my work, given a nasty habit of comparing the self to others. 3. Should've grown up in the 70's... music was so much more fun back then.4. I find I get more emotional at night. 5. Also prone to mouthing off more when it's late. 6. I feel inferior... and make up for it with occasional delusions of grandeur. 7. I've devised a theory, called the 'Will from fear', that involves all ...

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AlwaysTheFlawedOne

Feb 4, 2019

Happy birthday darling! Have a great day!

StrangelyShiny

Jan 13, 2017

Greetings! Welcome to

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Jan 13, 2017

Thanks much for the opportunity, hopefully I'll manage to be an active member within your ranks

sevvysgirl

Thanks for the

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Thank you for your art

I've had something of a... shall we say 'disappointing' evening... but your piece made me feel a little less alone just now... so, please keep writing Hug

sevvysgirl

Thank you SO much - it's always really lovely to get comments from other writers and most especially to know that my work has been helpful ... thanks again!

BTW: Loneliness is the worst thing of all I reckon. It's an odd thing, you don't have to be alone to feel lonely - it does seem to just be something in the heart that can't always be explained ...