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A tale of a poor dupe Lev Fischer wasn't Lev Fischer.A tale of a poor dupe by ~SeraAmadis
At least, that was the conclusion he was forced to come to in the face of an increasing body of evidence. Lev Fischer was small and insignificant; almost no one had ever even heard of Lev Fischer. The few who had heard of Lev Fischer didn't give a damn about Lev Fischer. And certainly no one was concerned enough about Lev Fischer that they would be chasing him down the street with semi-automatic pistols and assault rifles.
And, yet, here he was: small, insignificant, no-one-gives-a-damn-about-me Lev Fischer was sprinting madly down the street, dodging the volley of gunfire
The Breath My favorite days are the days I barely exist,The Breath by ~SeraAmadis
when no one looks and no one listens:
I hear the rush, rush of gears and tracks and electricity,
and the mm, hm, mm of sleepers and mumblers and gigglers
The whole world hangs on my back, and it's as light as silk,
and I can pedal the physics of a planet going round under my feet;
languid,
lazy,
a rhapsodic dissertation,
a percussive exposition,
a ts on your tongue
a gh in the back of your throat
and all the euphonious shapes in between:
quixotically,
soaring a hundred feet off the top of the highest building,
the very growing of the deepest earth,
consonance collapses onto a
Opportunism The universe is growing,Opportunism by ~SeraAmadis
and as it creeps forward your world fills with nets and razors:
when you find your own skin draped on another's shoulders,
your own child sitting at another's kitchen table,
And your hands clench in incomprehensible rage
at the apathy towards your entirely alienable rights -
(they say, "nothing is more contemptible than your hatred")
You loved us first,
with blood made of fire and bones made of silver,
sustained by soul-water and divine breath;
your heart used to be large enough it could be seen from space,
until we began cutting away pieces to feed to our children
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Perpetuity Who can tell if you are the forever-think-of-you kind of darling,Perpetuity by ~SeraAmadis
when I am hiding neuroleptics under the bed and demonizing you as the conspirator against my nonexistent children -
Do you speak neologism and have a strong enough stomach to bear to look at me even if my face were to melt from my bones?
The touch of your skin may burn me, but I'll need to know who will fight away the snapping turtles and crocodiles, who will drown out the lovesick philosophers and evil spirits whispering in my inner ears,
where we burn and wrinkle,
and weather the bitter embrace of a hundred years of tribulation…
What can tell if you are a forev
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bad habits and emos dead things, tornadoes,bad habits and emos by =TwilightPoetess
moldy bread and sour milk.
a good day gone wrong.
pinstripes, needle pricks;
faceless men in dark jackets.
bleeding in a grave.
dry chocolate cream,
a white shirt stained strawberry.
a klutz in need.
hurt children, crying;
the monster that lives in me.
change in the making.
broken hearts, dying;
a scream following sunset.
a body and tears.
cuts and short movies;
horror, gore, and depression.
a habit to break.
emos and goth freaks.
spiked hair, earrings, black shirts. well...
you asked what i like.
Trigger Ink, in the bottom of her purse,Trigger by ~swallowinghearts
Bleeds from the felt tip of perfection.
Seeping desperately through white leather,
In one last attempt to destroy the effort
That it took her all year to find; clarity.
The knowledge that everything is broken.
Nothing in the world could take from her – the past.
Red ink spilled on the floor, feeling for empty veins.
Searching, hunting, yearning, heartache fast approaching.
Another pen exploded, and she bit right through her lip.
Memories flashed like sirens, blinding her wounded eyes;
Bright red, dark as night, someone in the distance screaming.
Screaming bloody murder, but nobody e
Pleased | Well, I happen to be quite amazing, fabulous, and overall awesome. And, omg, I am so unique, not one person out of the billions on the planet can possibly even be remotely compared to me. And on top of that, I'm really nice and super humble. Thank you all for reading about how W*O*N*D*E*R*F*U*L I am. |
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Her hair was night
Her eyes were ice
Her smile was fire
Her wings were unlife
And they called her...
Angelique
(c)spacegirl92
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"I'm straight and even I'm checking out their asses" ( You have no choice when you're watching women's volleyball.. )
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And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream...
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bad english...
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they are raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame;
wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved
forever. (jude v13)
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And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream...