May 2013
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And I’ll keep on crying until my eyes are all dried up and the pain has peeled off my skin like a bad sunburn and I can finally close my eyes to dream instead of conversing with insomnia, I’ll miss my old friend, but like all friends it has had its time and will not leave (it wasn’t even a really good friend.. kind of mediocre but it was good for a talk at any time of the night)...
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Hi all! I was doing my crushes list (as you do when you have a massive load of work but you procrastinate away nevertheless) and when I clicked on evanescentroses’ url, it said she had deactivated D:
Does anyone know what happened to evanescentroses?
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“True – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will...”
– The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
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I'll know it's love not when
I’ll know it’s love not when we share the same interests, but when you sacrifice time for me because I am more precious than the limited ticks on the looming clock. I’ll know it’s love not when I shiver from your deft fingers, lust mistaken for young love, but when “I love you” is not just three words strung together for my reassurance. I’ll know...
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I was baptised in fire and confirmed in ice. The frozen hell dusted snowflakes on my lashes and the flames stained ash on my fingertips. Death didn’t wear its confusion well when I stepped through the threshold unscathed. Or perhaps I mistook its confusion for fear, for it breathed, “You should not be alive.”
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People told her that the door of opportunity was always open; you just had to go through it. But when she realised she couldn’t get out the door, she wrapped a piece of cloth around her fist and smashed the glass of a nearby window. Sure it hurt, but you know what else people say? No pain, no gain. Can’t go through the door? Make your own.
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You get used to the empty silence after a while and the dull ache for solace fades away. The darkness consumes you and you doubt you’ll ever see the light again. But if you think about it the darkness is merely the absense of light. Is it possible to have positives and negatives or is the world merely full of things and the absence of that thing and everything in-between?
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Do not let what you are define who you are.
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Merging with Mother Earth
And I wondered… What if I continued to lie on the ground? Would my veins entwine with the grass? Would I grow roots in order to secure my position - my future - in place? Perhaps my flesh would meld into the cold, comforting grass, becoming one with a living, breathing entity; the Earth. I would grow a tree from my heart that would extend its branches to the homeless birds. I...
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Underneath the Performance
I’ve always thought you were a brilliant actress. You took drama since Year 9. You’ve got this wonderful charisma about you, and you can make almost anyone laugh no matter what the circumstance. You’re a lot like me in some ways: we both write, we both seek greater truths, we both love to have fun and make others smile, and we both leave a nice and quiet sort of first impression (when in fact we...
“Because paper has more patience than people.”
– Anne Frank (via hiddenpolaris)
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I want to be like the moon. How she’s been blemished by so many stray meteors, scarring her pale face. But she still appears beautiful - her inner beauty shining a light in the night, unwaver ing, regardless of the pain.
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Atlas’ burden seems feather-light compared to the love I carry
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I’ve been sucked into the void again. Or perhaps the void has enveloped me. I’m not exactly sure which.
I reach my hand out into the fog, trying to search for something, anything. But my outstretched hand meets no tangible object, only the empty space in front of me. I take my hand back and realise it’s cold. I don’t feel the cold, not exactly. I register the...
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He is my Sun
I reflect the light he shines out into space even when the world is turned away from his radiant smile. He is always facing me in the dark night. I am not that important, a mere moon of the Earth. I am only a reminder that there is light, hope, in the darkness even when the Sun isn’t present and dawn seems unreachable.
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Denying the inevitable
It causes me to pause whenever I hear that scientists have discovered a way to live longer - more often than not through unnatural means. (When I say unnatural I mean like drugs, surgery, etc.) I watch on the news the people who are excited for the day in the future that this idea may become the present. There are both pros and cons to the idea of living longer, perhaps even the concept of being...
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Deserving... things
You don’t deserve that.
Whenever I hear that statement I wonder… if that person didn’t deserve the heartbreak or loss, then who does? Now, your automatic answer might be No one deserves that treatment, and I do see some validity in that - pain and the suffering that lingers hurts a lot. It can be a dark cloud that hangs in front of your vision and you have no idea of when the...
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The glisten in your eye incomparable to the stars above shining so brightly, hoping to see you smile. They wait to hear the words that you whisper to the wind, hung on your every word where you never spoke truer lies
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Summertime Madness
I have my red dress on tonight so you won’t be able to see my blood on my clothes later on. Summer time madness hangs heavy in the air, pressing onto my skin unlike the brush of your angelic touch. I’m dancing with the Devil in the divine night, showered in the pale moonlight while you’re watching on. Everyone else around me dances on, not expecting a thing. The song dies down and I walk...
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Cleaning up the Mess
Oh hey! Look I wrote another fan fiction, this time in the Sherlock universe. Although, it’s not actually fan fiction… more like putting my character (Valkyrie) and a friend’s character (Illyria) inside the story to help Sherlock after the Season 2 Episode 3 ‘Reichenbach Fall’. Enjoy: No one had thought to check the rooftop which Sherlock had ‘fallen’ off. Well, they did,...
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Catch a falling star
It was midnight and the wind was crisp, the night young. A flash in the black sky, a crackle of an explosion. The weight of so many souls exhausting the cosmos. I caught the falling star in the middle of my open palms and tucked it into my pocket. I saved it for a rainy day when the sky was grey and there was no anger in the clouds, only the comforting caressing cold wrapped around my...
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Just breathe
Inhale I live Exhale I die Think about this the next time you take your next breath. It may be your last or one amongst the countless others that keep you alive, crucial to your survival.
“And there are millions of teens who read because they are sad and lonely and...”
– Sherman Alexie, Why the Best Kids Books Are Written in Blood (via thegirlandherbooks)
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Words
Words are powerful and dangerous things… meaningful, hurtful, loving, interesting, passionate, haunting, true, deceptive, restricting, expressing, twisting, triggering are just a few to describe them. But they are only these if you give them the power to be. Words are only scribblings upon a blank canvas. Humans give them meaning. Words are the fuel but you give them the spark.
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The world is not only our oyster, but it is also our coffin.
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So this is my first attempt at writing fan fiction as forced prompted by Mel based on “The Fault in our Stars” by John Green (woo! Nerdfighters!). I’d like to thank Noelle for allowing me to use a line from her post to end my piece (: Without further ado, here you go: “Okay,” Hazel said, “I’m leaving now.” “Okay,” I choked out, but she had already hung up. All I could hear was...
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Tonight I will cry, tears running down my face like watercolour ink. Watch as I dance in the cold of the lone night, the wind howling to the moon. It runs a finger down my spine and I shiver. It would be easier to grasp the stars than a few straws of sleep.
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Listening
Over the past few days I’ve been a listener. I’ve never really been much of one to listen to other people’s problems, or even really press the question of “What’s wrong?” beyond the mutterings of “Oh nothing” in reply from my friends. I really got to understand those who I love differently - that their lives aren’t all happy smiles and...
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So I let him be; unscathed. I kept the harshness of my own words contained within me, knowing they would be safe in my mind, not able to ignite the cruel fire of his imagination.
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The Ocean
My voice has grown hoarse and used to the roughness of the ocean. The sea saltiness embedded onto my tongue allows me to speak the languages of the seven devils seas. The Siren’s hypnotizing song hums in my ears, lulling my tired eyes and dragging me down into the abyss to join my fellow sailors in eternal sleep.
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Anxiety grips my heart and doesn’t let go - squeezing it so my heart beat becomes a faint thrum working hard and fast and feeling like nothing will ever be enough. She smiles with a wicked grin and stares right into me, through my wide-eyes and frightened expression. She whispers to my lungs, telling them to forget how to take in oxygen and expel carbon dioxide. The pain is unbearable and I...
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I was so full of slumber that even when the sun rose, lighting up my dreary path of which I had been walking on with my traveller’s feet, it failed to sober up my senses. Sunrise had closed the curtain of stars, hiding the moon underneath its incandescent halo.
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I want a gentleman to love me as I am, to caress me like the wind does an angel’s wings.
April 2013
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Fate's Ribbon
Bound together by the ribbon of Fate which squeezes the air out of my lungs dragging me across the ground of Life, its harsh gravel grazing my skin and griming my clothes. Fate tells me the ultimate destination is wonderful, it proclaims how marvellous it is. But I can see Death, waiting at the end of the road. And I know that life is more than this.
“When I am silent,
I have thunder hidden inside.”
– Rumi (via shaktilover)
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I am a naked soul that shivers at your touch. You’ve bypassed my skin and all the trivial physicalities, seen all my secrets, pushed by the pain, shrugged off the horrors. You love me for who I am and that’s all I could ask for.
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I made the mistake of letting your works absorb into my skin and now it is pink and tender with pain. I press my face against the bathroom shower stall, feeling the cooling stark white tiles against my cheek compared to the steaming hot water that pounds onto my head. You know how these paper-thin walls are in our house, you can hear everything. I stand there, allowing the water to drown out any...
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Valkyrja
shades-of-words:
for midnightvalkyrie
In the midst of fallen bodies you tread Inches above the blood-spattered sand, The lives of these men lay upon your hands, Valkyrie.
Choose not the ones whose slumber are filled With memories of lovers before altars knelt, Slay not the soldiers whose children Have not bade them farewell.
Take your pick, among the silent Traitors. May the ravens...
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The moon wasn’t full on this night. It was if she had been blown back by the gusts that barged their way past scurrying workers on Earth, tilting away so she slanted - not revealing her voluptuous curves.
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I have learnt to weave words with my nimble fingers in the silence where no one was around to talk to me or listen to me, where I was alone or lonely.
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Girl, you better run
He tells you he loves you all the same… such a shame he’s said that to all the past girls he slept with. Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you, I was just popping in to get my things. What a pretty thing you are, laying next to him. But hey girl, while I’m here, do you want some friendly advice? He’s more trouble than he’s worth. He tells you he loves you, that...
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Selfish
While you hugged her you were plucking the feathers off her angel’s wings You wanted to keep her down on Earth, within your grasp No flight; no freedom A selfish mundane soon to learn your lesson through Heaven’s vengeful wrath
“Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater...”
– Khaled Hosseini (via taylorbooks)
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I am made of little thoughts and incomplete sentences, running off into the middle of the night where there is not a breath of light to be seen.
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Don’t be attracted to what I look like, rather, how I carry myself and the look in my eyes, the secrets tucked behind my heart
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Shadows and Smoke
The shadows came at Valkyrie as a wave. It grew until it was as high as a skyscraper, looming over her and gathering the darkness around it. It blotted out the light and then came down and crushed her. The shadows swirled and lashed at Valkyrie and she curled into a ball, her arms covering her head. Her jacket protected her from most of the attacks but where her skin lay exposed Valkyrie felt the...
