goodbyebluemonday43

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Grin and Bear It by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

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All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

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All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers

she's the kind of girl who's so beautiful you just want her to notice you/you think about her/write about her/breathe her when she's close/and just wish she'd never go away//she's the kind of girl who has that way about her you'll never really get/so you just stare at her and wonder why she has all that hurt in her eyes/why she hides beneath tiger stripes and pastel sweaters…/she's the kind of girl who's so special everyone's afraid to touch her/and she just wonders why she's always the one touching/to touch her hair is to touch a part of her beyond your comprehension,/a childhood too shattered to repair//she's the kind of girl who tries

goodbye blue monday by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

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goodbye blue monday

The darkness hugs me into its warm arms, caressing me with a gentle touch, as if it had given birth to me, a healthy baby girl, and was overjoyed. The stars beckoned to me as if telling me I belonged among them, shining high above the heads of humanity, free from the bonds of mortality. For one fleeting moment, it was as if I didn't even exist, like I had faded into friction, forgotten at last. It didn't frighten me, but my shock frightened my mother, my darkness, and it began to recede as the sun extinguished the beauty of the shadows in an attempt to be a hero. I rejected the thought that maybe the light was positive, preferring instead

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Grin and Bear It by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

I Swear by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

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All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers

goodbye blue monday by goodbyebluemonday43, literature

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goodbye blue monday

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Sacrilege. by sirenseranade11, literature

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Sacrilege.

The first time I met you, we walked down the railroad tracks hand in hand, and I let you break all my fingers, one by one. "There's beauty in pain," you said, and you were in my bloodstream, a drug dancing through my brain. God, for you I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted to be magnificent. In the dark of my room, you cut me open and tore me apart, planting poison in my chest like a bird cage, until there was a fluttering new fear that would fill me up. I asked you once if you were the devil, but you laughed and showed me the holes in your hands and the hollow in your eyes. "I want to be saved," I begged, and you etched the Lord's p

support group by wish-sticks, literature

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support group

you're playing tic tac toe on a chessboard you're carving letters on the white squares and i'm building my castles and creating my kingdom on the darker side of the table call yourself the influence, an addiction like you're proud of that, like you aren't something to be quit and fought and resisted tell me that words don't matter but we're speaking now and i can back you into a corner and you can't fight back because you don't have the words you never thought you'd need

and he says it didn't hurt and by wish-sticks, literature

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and he says it didn't hurt and

you'd nail yourself to a tornado, darling tie yourself up in the waves and tell yourself that it's just water it won't hurt you you popped the discs in your spine and twisted your shoulder blades back and back and snapping click your tongue and your fingers and your camera photoflash and lick biting the dry skin from your lips and pressing it against his you'd press yourself close only to tear it away why on earth did you decide that a recovering addict was a good person to love? when did you start to think that the bass beat of your feet and the revolution in your eyes weren't addictive? stupid stupid girl they could bottle y

rosalind by wish-sticks, literature

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rosalind

They say it is better to be weak than selfish. That it is better to be stupid, to make a mistake, than to walk knowingly into the dark. They think it is better to be wrong than to be right. People have died, will die have been buried and burned and devoured (by mud and by blood) but not for love. Children are born and raised, taught not to lie by lying tongues - and your voice is cold with all you have seen and they are warm. You cannot scare me, threaten me, break me. I have no cause no fantastic idea, but you cannot win. I will be myself when you cut me and when you burn me and when I am dead I will still be this; I am ho

comparetheheartbreak.com by wish-sticks, literature

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comparetheheartbreak.com

this is a drunken poem which means that i won't remember it and i'm about to tell the truth and we can't run away from this so what you are is nails in my spine you bend me and twist me down and we're going to the sea we're going to fill our pockets with rocks and our shoes with feet and our hands with hands puddle-feet i'm going to learn what mermaids are you're going to turn me into foam on the wave and i'm going to tell you about chaos theory because i'm the first point and you're the second and we swing in known patterns, we make shapes that everyone could predict and then you found bottles and i found love and i swear i t

pocket knife by wish-sticks, literature

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pocket knife

she had a mole on her cheek where her smiles folded into the rest of her face and it kind of looked like a tear she told me that she believed in a god and that everyone could love if they wanted to love and twenty minutes later i had her drunk and blaspheming i thought maybe that god of hers had put that mole there so everyone who needed to could see that she was holding something back that she was fixing her inability to cry by crying all the time in other ways but oh who am i kidding (who am i kissing) she was a genuinely good person and she wanted to love if i wanted to see someone broken so badly i should have

red cape by wish-sticks, literature

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red cape

Death is coming to town, today get out the fine china - no, not the bone. Set the table with cakes and wines and fine, fine foods. She is coming for a wake, for The Wake. He is dead. My words have dried in my throat and she has come to clear it in much the manner a forest fire would clear the land. Lay down the tablecloth, and bolt all the doors my heart has burst in my chest like all the stars in the sky will do one day. The funeral will be for our sakes, but this is for his - to live for one moment as bright as he ever did.

The Memorization of Graffiti. by rockandrollover, literature

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The Memorization of Graffiti.

We sit and memorize the graffiti on the concrete and I can't help but notice that you make me nervous on nights like these; Nights when I trace the outline of your back the crest on your shoulder the heart in your chest and play connect the dots with the freckly stars in the sky. You tell me about your plans and I realize that you were made for incredible things. And in the middle of the night when I sit listening to the unconscious curling whispers your throat makes when you sleep, I realize that I, too, was made for incredible things. "You sure are something else."

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Artist // Student // Traditional Art

May 27
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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requiem for a dream, into the wild, milk, girl interrupted

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goodbyebluemonday43

Mar 23, 2010

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"It was Trout's fantasy that somebody would be outraged by the footprints. This would give him the opportunity to reply grandly, "What is it that offends you so? I am simply using man's first printing press. You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,'I am here, I am here, I am here.' "