

I AmIm an Ivy League wannabe with straight As in rejection But I never could fit in with their debonair elitism, anyway. Constantly exposed to dedicated fools having panic attacks over a ninety-nine on a test, And Im just trying to make it through the day. Im a simple girl whos fallen in love with academia, Every atom of carbon bonded strikingly on his body,I Am
Every wavelength dancing eternity in my eyes, But he pretends weve been every bit shy of lovers, And openly confesses his infidelities. Ive had enough of being slighted, though, So Im


Suicidal SlothsOne There is beauty in a mental breakdown In the way that bloodshot brings out the color in your eyes And how your mind becomes a roller coaster without a track Racing into stunning anxiety aerials before shattering to depression concussions Each contraction of your heart turns into the soundtrack of your nightmare Perfectly keeping syncopated rhythms as the bass deepens and engulfsSuicidal Sloths
Two Time is both a pacifier and a catalyst Spin a new record or get to intimately know the cracks of the old How humidity causes the memories to expand then erase All you want is ignorance &n


Rebirth of an AngelThe first time you opened your eyes, they were drawbridges Conduits for your tears to cascade down your new cheeks into linoleum Rippling across the floor in currents of immaculacyRebirth of an Angel
It was the first time you ever sparkled
As earth-shattering as that moment might have been, though, I hope you never glimmer like that again Cause, see, that means youd have to be upset And I hope I never have to see you cry
I wish I could take back every nightmare that churned your stomach insomniac And every self-esteem blow from your brothers drunken fists Ca


Rebuilding A HeartIf I could stitch you up Pin together the frayed edges of worn muscle and sinew you once called a heart Grip it tight within my fist and force it to beat again Would it make a difference? Would the roses in you veins blossom again Subject to the warmth of circulation revived and recycled till it resembles something close to real Would there still be beauty in this falsehood of mine? This remaking of thunderclap spark of life that shot through all the circuits of your body till it matched the fever pitch beat of your patchwork heart in the effort to make you live again Would it change you?Rebuilding A Heart


The Theft of InnocenceKill.The Theft of Innocence
Kill who?
Kill him.
He touched his skin, where the neck met the shoulder. Cold cement. Like so many times before, he told himself that death was not the end. He knew better, but anything to cope. It didn't work.
The last words Yuri ever said were Watch out for yourself. No one else will. It seemed appropriate when his body hit the floor.
Kill.
Sitting on the roof of an old apartment building overlooking the city, he winced as the wind stung what parts of his face he could still feel. Adequately dramat


TomorrowTomorrow doesn't remember names or faces And neither do we anymore, So it's hard to believe in barstool smiles, Disposable lullabies, And plastic goodnights When you're just as deceptive as everyone else.Tomorrow
So even if you scream into the receiver It doesn't change the fact that you have nothing to say.
If we could taste more than blood and cigarettes Every syllable would be full of intention, And every smile might actually find a ride home. But nothing is worse than a wasted word If it touches no one.
It is the battle cry of our generation,


PotentialitiesGray winter sky mocks the green earth below And the timid men encased in shells and suits Shuffle silently off to work, Wondering all the while about mercury, The tainted touch of frost And how awful it is that God has abandoned them, So far lost in their own narrow minds That they do not lock eyes with a shivering girl Barely covered in plastic that will soon blow away, Barely clutching a cup that will soon fill with snow, Barely seeing through eyes that will soon cease to gleam And will just fade away, Because all potentialities are eventually brought light By timPotentialities
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
do you check your devvy regularly?! NOWAI!
That about sums up how I act on the interwebs...on deviantArt.
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The Fruit that got in gravity's way.
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~no me moleste más~
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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The Fruit that got in gravity's way.
Congrats on becoming an aunt by the way.
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~no me moleste más~
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'Niff said.
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The Fruit that got in gravity's way.
I'm friends with ~hakomakura so decided to drop by!
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[Something witty goes here.]
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s o y c o m p l e t a m e n t e t u y a
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"What's that? Sushi. Sushi? Rice, raw fish and...seaweed.
You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth and you are gonna eat that?"
"You are the only person in this universe who carries a lesser demon in his sweatshirt hood."
"He sleeps on my face.
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