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Sunday nights (are unforgettable.) by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Sunday nights (are unforgettable.)

00:35 a.m I am waiting. Darkness has since long invaded my room, crawling up my body, and now I can barely distinguish the blurry shapes of my surroundings. I'm suffocating in my clothes, my jeans covered with sweat and the heavy blankets are swallowing me in the bed. Still, I keep them for comfort. The light is strong behind the door, defying me to leave the very relative safety of my room. But not yet. It is too soon. I can easily tell after so many times. I can always tell. 01:25 a.m I can feel the tension rising languidly. It always begins the same way but you can never say what will be the issue. It is just like watching a storm slow

Coming up for air by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Coming up for air

I am drowning in a burgundy sea. Irate ears drumming - brazen eyes stinging; Seems I have stopped breathing in such brevity, Your face faintly fading in a blurred tracing. Now I am sinking too, craving for my dreamboat; You boy the only one who could keep me afloat. Finally giving in to this smooth elixir, Voluptuous liquid which cannot stay my tears. Boldly dancing on the edge of a stained razor blade: A cold glass in my hand - A sweet gun to my head.

The Science of Pretense by TheWoeIsMe, literature

An Unfortunate Witness by TheWoeIsMe, literature

Angel by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Angel

She had a soft smile on her face, and snowflakes melting in her hair. Her white gown was flapping in the wind; the pure fabric granting her mock wings, their lonely forms shading her lean frame. The breeze was playing with her bronze locks, like a lover's whisper floating on her throat. I jealously tried to reach for her hand, to feel her porcelain skin flutter against my own. Yet, they wouldn't let me in, her last ornament a yellow ribbon. She always was untouchable, the eccentric girl attracted to skies. Thought she could find her peace by flying away, no matter the pain, no matter the way. Drugs, alcohol, pills, forgetting bad dreams.

Abuse by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Candor by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Candor

Do you remember that girl? The cute one, who laughed all the time. Glowing, with the leaves she twirled, Of this wonder world never gettin' tired. Her parents were proud Of their Miss Perfect. Her, head in the clouds, Already too late. Sometimes I think I can see her, In a gentle smile or a scornful glare. And I wish she was still there, That strong girl with long brownie hair. SHE was shining all over the place, A big wide grin always on her face. But that girl is gone And will not return. Yes, that girl is dead, But not forgotten. She is in that child With green sparkling eyes; In that old lady, Whose look is so wise. In the birds and t

I wish you hell by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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I wish you hell

On the edge of sleep, In darkness so deep, I ponder the fact we again argued. After all you did, after all you said, I don't think my trust you'll ever regain. Because in your eyes I will always fail. And tonight I'm gonna hurt you, In a way I never did or dared to. So hear my words and brace yourself, Now on the end of my hateful wrath. Hullo Honey, I hope you are pained, I wish thee hell, may thee be damned. I'll never return, neither will you win, May you stay alone until all is done. Cause you don't deserve anything but scorn, When you are nothing but cause of my ruin. And I know my words 'll hurt you more than swords, You can curse an

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Sunday nights (are unforgettable.) by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Sunday nights (are unforgettable.)

The Science of Pretense by TheWoeIsMe, literature

An Unfortunate Witness by TheWoeIsMe, literature

Coming up for air by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Coming up for air

Angel by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Angel

Abuse by TheWoeIsMe, literature

Maize by TheWoeIsMe, literature

Candor by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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Candor

I wish you hell by TheWoeIsMe, literature

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I wish you hell

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War and Cancer by Poetrymann, literature

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War and Cancer

I want to go back and meet us one more time, before the war and the cancer took up so much of the day - before my father could no longer remember what the present was supposed to mean and your mother could still get dressed without losing her way. I want to know what it felt like to board a plane to somewhere hidden and not care if our names and faces became lost; to walk as long as we wanted without the sun and moon creating an argument. I want to feel you roll into my arms where I forgot to cut the grass and you did not water the flowers; to hear you watching the cardinals unearth the spring. And to know once again how this place between u

Feature - Literature by DailyBreadCafe, journal

Feature - Literature

Jan 31, 2015

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[CLOSED] 5x25 Points Giveaway + Supporters Feature by Unkopierbar, journal

[CLOSED] 5x25 Points Giveaway + Supporters Feature

Dec 11, 2014

Hi, everybody! :) This journal entry is dedicated to all my amazing supporters. Thank you so much! Now it's my turn to make your art more visible! On to the feature! 25 Random Watchers Feature (selected via random.org) 25 Random People Who Faved My Art Feature (people who faved one of my 5 latest submissions; selected via random.org) Art by: !oshutter (https://www.deviantart.com/oshutter) :iconthewoeisme: :iconsynystia: :iconjomaphi: :iconi-shoot-raw-photos: :iconcelticcari: :icondiamondpi: :iconthe-egg: :iconsandpiper764: :icontikuu10: :iconbluernn: :iconleviatan-666: :iconExornali: :iconpincelpixe: :iconnjilka: :iconcemuelf: :iconr-maric: :icondramatriangl

turmoil by necropoetus, literature

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turmoil

when my phone dies and i unplug my headphones it leaves me naked vulnerable i hear the traffic blur as cars honk loudly i freeze people pass by in a hurry always in a hurry spreading construction sites like a virus giving birth to higher buildings industrial noises rise metallic grinding and flying, bright sparks a futuristic ringing in my ear when i take my headphones out i hear the world cry i feel the pain of our society

The World Is A Trigger: Beautifully Disastrous by LMW-The-Poet, literature

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The World Is A Trigger: Beautifully Disastrous

She looks in the mirror, astounded by the beauty she sees; yet on the inside, she's screaming for it all to stop - what she sees is simply an untrue image, it isn't her, it can't be her! But this is who she is, today. She's older now... Now, why does she get to live so greatly while her younger self sits suffering in the past? She's cursed by herself to never forget and for there never to be change... Change. That's it... Once upon a time, she never thought change would be possible. Now she can't wrap her mind around how it happened...

EXCUSE ME, WHAT? by Mertus, journal

EXCUSE ME, WHAT?

Oct 23, 2014

All and sundry can I have your attention please Two things, the least exciting first. 1) Choose Your Own Adventure: Stranger Places Now for the most exciting thing. The most exciting thing, okay. Ready? Are you ready? I took a stab at writing for an online magazine called Biscuit and they picked up my article. This article right here which you should go read. I am on cloud 9 over here, I think I might need to go lay down.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Sep 3, 1993
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Deviant for 10 years
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TheWoeIsMe

Nov 15, 2013

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Hi everyone ! I'm glad to finally join your community and post my work after some hesitations. So here I am! My first language is not English and I hope it doesn't show too much, so please tell me if I make any mistakes :D. I won't bite you I promise, or maybe just a little. About my work: you will find it's not at all fluffy or whatever you call it. No daisy fields and birds in love. It's pretty sad really , and dark. Maybe I'll try something like that one day but not for now. So prepare your handkerchiefs!!! :evil laugh: No I won't pretend to make you cry even if I must admit I'd love it ;D , I'll be happy enough if someone likes it. Until