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Thank you for the help, I went a different direction after a bout of self-disgust at how indecisive and pathetic and selfish this girl that I am can be.
Live, you people.
Bye.
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Epitome ImpedimentI know that I am unlearned, stuttering. You’ve got your good intentions, well, that’s nice – nice – nice. Spell your soul out with belongings. Possessions, you are so careless – you leave a piece of you behind with everything you t-t-touch. Are you so reckless with your own soul that if the world around you were destroyed your identity would go up in flames? Touch upon this, If you were alone – lonely – lonesome, If you were abandoned, on you own, are you not still whole?Epitome Impediment
Have comp
by ~MadHadder666
Bring Science to Her Knees But what, indeed. A gilded mesh you have woven with your robbery, thefts picked tenderly through literature's fineries. Bring your spoils to the craftsman and mend and bend a dress of mail to wear over your soft and tender poet's heart. Vagrant, you cowards know what a sword doth make the inky pen, the blotting singing lark. Writer, you know what chaos and murder your wretched pen will start, and yet you must speak. You must write your truths, knowing they will be the match to burn pyres of living things.Bring Science to Her Knees
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by ~MadHadder666
PersonificationMy name is Basin, Rescuer, Friend, Easing Relief, Comforter and Treasurer. You touch the washing water and you are soothed by sweet oils and hyssop. I am a deep well of love.Personification
You could sing here. Or read for hours. Or examine your body closer than is common, And you could sink under the water and blow bubbles and say large words, You can even make rude noises here, And cry here, Scream, erupt, be purged, relieved, eased.
But what turns this faucet on, what fulfills this bin, is a warm hand whose touch comforts me and thrills. Empty on my own, so very empty. I can give
by ~MadHadder666
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Licking Posti bring up my hands and my lips and my cup to the licking post and wait for drops and proverbs to come. and here is one i'd like to share with you.Licking Post
you didn't slam the door. you quietly left, closed it behind you, and put the key under a rock in our garden. and i went out with rake and hoe, dug my way around, and forced myself back into the room.
i break the pickets of fences and i grit my teeth. i castrate flowers, castigate the trees i hate how useless everything seems.
we listen through cracks in windows an
by ~PaperRequiem
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- Interests: Language and how it works with the brain.
- Favourite band or musician: Listen to: SoKo, I Was A Cubscout, Rilo Kiley
- Favourite poet or writer: King David, and biblical letter writers.
- Favourite style of art: I like simple pencil sketches best, to be honest.
- Favourite game: I like cards alright.
- Personal Quote: I meditate on my own for long periods of time just to make sure I'm not anywhere else - Ben
- Tools of the Trade: Experience and Dreams
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