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Literature
death games
so i whispered to her..
'how should i die?'
nothing has been grossly mis interpreted as everything
i cried
belief in something loves you
hard earned pennies from the fountain i bathed in for a week
everything that comes my way i tear appart
unsure of why i do it
i recoil into insanity
noticing themes in creation
outlive your death
'how should i die?'
upon a woman's breasts
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Literature
how to cast a smile (at your worst enemy)
once i found a smile-
it was a very nice smile, should i say;-
comforting
enjoyable
just darned great smile.
anyway, this other time i was with my friend julia
she asked me the time of day
i said to her real like:
i said to her this;
dont just grab for the chilli in the jar
go at it real slow
like a mountain of what your dreams are made of
like a fat guy who knows his own fate
like a skinny kid just saying hello
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denial :icondeclanewan123:declanewan123 0 0
Literature
Untitled 4
can we fix destiny
(fix
or unleash its soul upon
destiny)
our own lines
our old lines
have been broken up into so many pieces
(that its better off dead..
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Literature
Untitled 3
one say sorry just a river
to a fallow
ocean giver
when was seasons past and done
all that which undoes the past and future
lemons made to sour for the soul
windows inside soul
(spirit)
spirit giver often latter
which gives life
(that which gives life)
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Literature
Untitled 2
polar half a coin
line to drawn not known-
half a season grown;
hello girl and whats your name
sitting here can tell the time of day.
were you ever anything but you?
like a star or a female actress or something like that..-
but you look so beautiful in the moonlight
i thought i might stop and give you a few home truths;-
one - never tell a dog it isn’t beautiful
two - drink tea out of small jars
three - great is the wind that blows in all directions
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Literature
opium ben)der
opium ben
sat on the hedge
thinking nothing but;-
(if i can
if i can
if i can))
drudge ben
(opium ben
(d))
happiness frolics
up and (down
all around
what is sad
)(can be found)
under trees
and all the animals
from opium ben (ben
der
letters from the opium ben(der
messages from the stoned high ben
giving a shit
why?
ask yourself this..
if i die would a star die
would a planet fall from grace
in far off space
and);-
would i die a thousand times
(just to see your face again)
and if i were to die..
and if i were to live
would i be crowned king of a fairytale
if i were to to both;-
would ben cease his opium abuse
or would we all simply just die?
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Literature
paint (man)
been here, never (after
green coloured pictures
painting black and white)
have you ever found her-
it;
eve and adam playfully
composed to, paint)
a picture of colour of black and white)
did you ever see her
(was it gold)
have you seen the paint man
(paint
-pain)
he’s always high on opium.
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how to kiss a girl :icondeclanewan123:declanewan123 1 0
Mature content
filthy (silence) :icondeclanewan123:declanewan123 0 0
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spirit (666) :icondeclanewan123:declanewan123 0 0
Literature
spirit (2)
dead man with drugs
death man is crying
yellow signs
(sight
living for nothing
got nothing on my mind
pause for breath)
green colour trees
painted her please
and
(thankyou
dying girl with mom
die for no reason
(coming home)
(thanks for nothing))
)
death and life
(together)
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Literature
love poem 6
hello my love
how i miss you
(you)
goodbye cruel world
i never loved you anyway
(said she)
i hate the way i say goodbye
theres never any joy in the world that is evil
(good)
(lies))
darling how i miss you
my true love said so
for you to tell me
that all is well on the other side
and that i love you more with every passing day
my love that all will be free one day
and that we are not free
and that my time here says this my love
that we will meet again one day
(and)
all she said was i love you
over and over (again)
(and)
she whispered in my ears
(i love you (Azrael
and we will be together again soon
but not for sure
or not for long
but all this love will go away one day
and our souls will be liberated from death and the abyss of darkness
and more to the point
(i love you!
more and more every passing day
all my love,
Aerisa
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die :icondeclanewan123:declanewan123 1 1
Literature
sonet of the river oden
from whence they came
was not my name
all under the bridge
sat me and my teachers
fridge
bridge
stitches that won’t come off
can you love me
when nothing else hurts
can you say to me
that nothing compares
can you say that
under neath stars is where we dwell
what is love
and what is me?
time back to end
begin and end
talk to love like it cares
it can be not
it can be so
naught but rivers
that too and fro
(and book and sow
what is love i say again
and how to time for an old )friend
olden place that rivers gleam with gold and silver ()foretold
what is me
give it back
what is time
fade to black
when it’s magik
that resolves
talk to oden
oden
knows…
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Literature
Untitled 1
here faces dwelt
dwenmer
mud
wrot
and
season
they talk in ways understood
insign
anciant
folk from under the sea
'like'
brenda and mortim fought
heal the soul for fathomed light
into the deep we go tonight
loves for a soul and
souf
spitir
spirit wept for eve and her angel
don’t you see
you and me
little birds
sing the see
gotten place
loved a boy
singing home
times began
but in polaric
whence they came
from under static
radio song
burns my heart out
can’t be colour
but times loft love sowing a thousand more into it
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Favourites

Literature
broken record
i think i liked it more when you said "thank you" more than "i'm sorry"
when you said "i'm okay" more than "i'm stupid"
when you said "i love you" more than "i hate me"
when i said "you're welcome," "i'm glad," and "i love you too" more than I said
"it's okay"
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Literature
Fetish
Your thirst for blood
won't end with a kiss.
But I won't stop you.
I won't hold you back.
Bite me,
and make me bleed.
Let it drip.
Tie me up and keep me here,
but I don't need it.
I won't run.
You keep me here.
Your touch.
Your voice.
Not these chains,
these handcuffs.
I want to taste you.
To know that you love me.
Bite me.
Drain me.
Stain your tongue.
I love it.
I love you.
I only want to be with you.
Weak,
bleeding,
in your arms.
Fall asleep in your arms.
Listening to your heartbeat.
Bound together,
forever.
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Literature
The Girl With The Jackalope Smile
She always told me her life was a cake walk
But I'll never understand what kind of happiness comes from 
Crushing pastries under your foot
She could stitch sunshine along her wrists
And leave the rest of us in the dark
Trying to paint our own cerulean skies
And leaving us all bereft when we only managed
To stain our skins blue
And she could dance a two-tattoo on the arch of moon beams
Licking her diamond lips to taste something more
Willow wick finger tips gleaming with still flames
Tempting a hand into her grasp so that she might 
Burn life back into our hollowed bodies
She traced constellations on her lungs
So she could breathe the star dust
And have shimmering breath all year long
Instead of just in December
Her canines glinted when she grinned
Candle drops of light shinning in each tooth
And melting our hibernation patchwork
To reveal our summer skin
Her veins surged with hot apple cider and wildfires 
And her cigarette smoke smelt of burning wood
Her orange and red
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Literature
zephyr
nothing in me is quiet.
I'm shouting across
expanses of ocean
in hope that you will hear me-
you,
an angel in your own right
but with the name,
body, and life you were given;
the one I thought
I would move mountains and seas
to see.
I'm afraid that you have died,
that the cynicism and sadness
became too heavy to carry,
that your bones
snapped.
I can't look at you
because I don't think
I would recognise you;
I can't talk to you
because instead of feeling
the vastness of the world
opening up before me,
I feel the fragility
(warped wood and sharp teeth)
that wounds you.
I've spent years
trying to kill myself
so you could have more life.
I don't know what I'm doing
now that I'm starting
to live.
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Literature
Tea Rings
Tiny hands knocking softly
on wood, how long until
I see your face, until
you press your fingers
onto my skin. How long
until I need you becomes
the sound of the rain.
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Literature
inner compass poetry
This is the story
so far: I got off the bus
and into your car.
So far, so far, this
is what
we are: barefoot and stillness,
unmade bed,
dreams delaying
unused cabin
forest decaying
On the ferry, on the greyhound,
my seat on the plane
a cold cup of tea
a hot summer rain.
This is my kind of drowning,
into the cup on the table
falling in your arms, into
pretending that I’m stable.
(She is searching for a
scent to bring back 4AM)
To hear the train in the distance
is to know the thought is gone,
it is the exhale of admitting
that I couldn’t be more wrong.
(There is a train in her head
and I watched it go all the way
to the end of its tracks)
This is my kind of drowning,
a song from the south
movie credit sleepiness
your kiss on my mouth.
(In the night, she
wrote a note, over the
years, a memoir)
This is my kind of drowning,
in the library of our story
in the ocean on the map
in the murky sounds of sorry.
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by any other name... :iconhaijinik:haijinik 3 6
Literature
Madhouse
Welcome to the madhouse.
You live in your perfect little world,
but deep down you wish you could escape.
Come find me at the bottom of the sea,
in a dark corner of a velvet melody.
We won't be sacrificed
for society's delight.
We'll rise time and time again.
We'll stand tall and proud like
hauntingly beautiful ruins.
Unique. Mysterious. Enigmatic.
Like diamonds, we're built to last,
to shine bright in the shadows and light.
After so long my eyes are finally dry and new.
I choose myself and stars roared in triumph,
put yourself first in this madhouse we call life
and you'll see that one day,
maybe even tonight, you'll be alright.
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Literature
may fifth
they say,
come out
let's drink tequila til nothing hurts anymore
it's cinco de mayo
(how can I tell them
that for seven years now
I didn't even know
that may fifth could mean anything
but a day of mourning you?)
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Deep forest :iconslawekgruca:Slawekgruca 47 3
Literature
bodies, as natural disasters and other forms
pale stubble burns
the same as hot black heat;
my skin is raw,
my heart, too,
I feel wild and wanted
like thrashing wind;
I feel untamed
like sandstorms and crashing waves;
I feel destructive and powerful
like volcanic eruptions
and dustbowl tornadoes.
there is not enough you
to fit against
enough me.
even when your palms,
and fingers curved harsh,
drag down my body,
find the softness that makes me cry
when I am alone;
I (with craggy hands, hard and sharp)
reach for you because
as close as possible
seems like a limit
we can break.
my fingers,
tearing down roadways
tearing down your back,
road rash from
breakneck speed.
my lips
will never say
sorry
for this.
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Literature
childhood address
winter isn't quilts and netflix.
it's for cabins made of vertical bookshelves,
spines separating you from the wolves.
some of us will walk with hands to bare air,
while the rest of us fill our pockets to keep
the quarters from rousing the homeless.
i'm going to send a letter to my childhood address.
not a poem. not here, nor for you.
these film strips don't add up to a story.
much less than snow adds up to a man.
even less than light adds up to a body.
take mine, in a fit of dancing gold and godly
i'll smile if it means you think i mean it,
for a moment i thought you think about me,
this sign, reaching out in straight lines,
cutting corners, breaking rules and rulers,
don't smile because i'll think you mean it,
don't clean your name like a plate about to drop,
stop caring what words can be pulled from losses,
let silence eat silence for breakfast,
buy a bullet, call a cab, and knock on pity's door,
let 'em know who's who in town now.
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Literature
kiss me.
kiss me like i never left;
-
kiss me like you never sinned;
-
kiss me if you love me;
-
i'll kiss you with my heart.
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Literature
in the garden
you are breath in my bones,
buoyant in the blue bay
outside of your house.
you are in the garden
and i am watching from the window
as you watch me back.
i am wearing nothing
but a long strand of pearls
and pink underwear,
and you cannot keep your mouth closed.
i like it better that way
when we kiss.
i like to feel your body
forget how it is to take in air
at a regular pace,
i like to feel its
stutter-steps-
it makes me feel like
your soul is dancing
when it meets mine.
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Literature
black collar
my black collar
tug and tender when i call you
my mink-baby
i'm allowed a few words of my own lick
the residum: coa-coa charades for your gut-most crave
you faux fiending
and feign depravity
say it floodlights the phosphorous veil
lain like a peeled layer of palm
between my phytoplankton body
and your vadhoo island sand skin
and we wonder who will call back
first
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so i whispered to her..
'how should i die?'
nothing has been grossly mis interpreted as everything
i cried
belief in something loves you
hard earned pennies from the fountain i bathed in for a week
everything that comes my way i tear appart
unsure of why i do it
i recoil into insanity

noticing themes in creation
outlive your death

'how should i die?'
upon a woman's breasts
once i found a smile-

it was a very nice smile, should i say;-
comforting
enjoyable
just darned great smile.

anyway, this other time i was with my friend julia
she asked me the time of day
i said to her real like:
i said to her this;

dont just grab for the chilli in the jar

go at it real slow

like a mountain of what your dreams are made of

like a fat guy who knows his own fate


like a skinny kid just saying hello

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a poppy man tells me
to sea

(there was another way)
a nice little man

seven stars roamed the sky night
eating daemons beyond them all

(little daemon)
little chats with patients
((go away)
noone leaves this place, or so it seems
noone saying it, but i feel fucked...
can we fix destiny
(fix
or unleash its soul upon
destiny)
our own lines
our old lines
have been broken up into so many pieces
(that its better off dead..
one say sorry just a river
to a fallow
ocean giver
when was seasons past and done
all that which undoes the past and future

lemons made to sour for the soul
windows inside soul
(spirit)

spirit giver often latter
which gives life
(that which gives life)
its me
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haijinik Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2016  Student Writer
thanks heaps!
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UndeadAnarchy08 Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2013
What's your secret? teach me plsss
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declanewan123 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014
writing from your higher brain requires a certain amount of inner peace :) have fun learn rough xxxx
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Spetsnaz-Marksman Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013
Hello? D:
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declanewan123 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013
hi (:
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Spetsnaz-Marksman Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013
You feeling ok? D:
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declanewan123 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013
yea um kinda you?
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