So here's some of my work, hope you like it.  Also: Everything I've written is copyrighted to me so please don't steal it, it's just another way of breaking my heart and then burning the pieces. So if you think about it, just don't do it. |
Newest Deviations
Behind closed doorsI used to want to be like you, you know.Behind closed doors
The way your hazel eyes reflected light and went from shades of coffee to olive. I remember looking up at you from behind waves of onyx hair that later straightened into auburn and dark brown eyes that later faded to gold, and I wanted my hands to be made of porcelain too. I used dishwater and soap and tried to scrub away the layers to a brighter me, but I stayed dull.
I wasn't weak, but I always broke something and my ears were always filled with the sound of shattered glass. And it haunted my conscious in the middle of nights where I'd cry
by ~almostlovers
InsomniaLast night I made paper airplanes out of stray thoughts and I let them fly in the space between us. And while you tapped your feet to a beat I couldn't understand, I counted stars.Insomnia
Because sometimes you see yourself reflected in the eyes of someone you don't know. And what I know about myself is that I walk in straight lines and like the smell of orange peels and know that fog is just low hanging clouds. But you, with eyes made from a cypress tree always feel like winter's approaching and your leaves are going to fall.
I keep stretched out rubber bands long
by ~almostlovers
2a.m., looking at the starsOne hundred eighty four quotes later, and I'm still left missing the sunrise.2a.m., looking at the stars
and you, but the truth is that you were never real. it hurts less that way.
by ~almostlovers
It feels colder in ManhattanIt felt like, somewhere along the way, the orange peels clasped in your palm lost their scentIt feels colder in Manhattan
and the force of our entwined fingers went along with it.
It was the kind of overcast day when the rain didn't feel like kisses drenched in ice and your arms felt lighter when wrapped around my shoulders.
We were side by side, while I looked at the ground and counted our steps, and you went on about the absence of a cold December.
From the path we walked made of grass that rose to our ankles and brushed past our skin, I sa
by ~almostlovers
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living asa person's identity, thus their life, bears the call of their inner self, not the claim of parents with alternate aim.living as
though many don't know, nor want to know, each person is the same in this; the psyche reins the heart.
though daily decisions touch many others, the style of one's life is held for the self.
this simply is.
life is for loving, and giving and learning, beginning to ending, to be freely living.
this too simply is...
llp - dec'09 - dA
by *alapip
last winterin english class the memories came back to me all at once. i had to bite my tongue to keep from breaking down right there.last winter
shit, can you believe it's nearly been a year? i have a hard time getting my head around that. it's all still so clear to me.
i still remember everything you said, everything you did. it's all like a little movie inside my head that chooses to start itself at the worst times.
i remember what you smelled like. sometimes i swear i still smell it and i get nervous because it reminds me of how we laid on my bed with my head on your chest and then we went to another room and that'
by ~CatastrophicVerses
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Hi. I'm Ana, and I'm terribly unoriginal. I love music and pretty words and especially when they're put together. I'm also obsessed with autumn and post-it notes. I think you should smile at the first stranger you see. Or plant a flower when it's raining and see what happens within the next month. I think you should love something. Even if it turns out to be nothing at all. Because in the end, at least you'll have felt something. |
Merry Christmas. :]
SweetDevious Info
- Current Residence: Hurricane territory
- Interests: anything fun
- Favourite movie: hmm..... I'd have to say Moulin Rouge
- Favourite genre of music: rock/everything
- Favourite poet or writer: Jane Austen
- Favourite style of art: art in itself
- Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore
- Personal Quote: Live in laughter. :)
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Triangles make it stronger.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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Triangles make it stronger.
Just thought I'd say.
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It might be elaborate fantasy, but it's a perfect place to start.
I do things like that all the time,
it's fine. And thank you so much for
wanting to watch me again.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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~Most of us can read the writing on the wall. We just assume it's addressed to someone else.
~The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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it never ends with a full-stop,
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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Life is the miracle, open your heart the miracle in me is in you
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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Life is the miracle, open your heart the miracle in me is in you
I'm YOUR biggest fan.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
You are very good, and I fear I am very much a wanna-be XD. I just read what you write and I just go, "daaaamn, I wish I could think of those kind of amazing metaphors"
Keep writing :]
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You never just lose it, you simply let it go...
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