

Why Fairytales Weren't Meant..I wrap myself in torn jeans and old lace,Why Fairytales Weren't Meant..
in the smell of something orange,
in oils and lotions and powders
that wear at my edges, and tear open
my calloused soles and palms like fruit,
skinned and eaten.
Call me Threadbare. And I will tell you that it's all material.
Me, I'm all material matter
that I can write down in so many ways
that it can't find its way back in,
like splinters under my fingernails.
I am fragile, but not so broken
that I can't be fixed or faltered in my walk.
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I am painted
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binary bloodbinary blood splashes slapdash haphazard through the window that separates me from the masses of teeming screams embodied in ragstick puppets that dance to the songs that never end -binary blood
show me the line i can’t find it when are they real when are they coruscating nothings born of radiation splashing on a mystery of the machine. turn it off, she says, mute the screams i can’t bear the responsibility i make my own do they not feel enough pain for all of us already? where do we gain, i ask, but more important is asking where do they gain from our morbid train-wreck
captivated


"Poeticks: On Angst" 1 of 21: Introduction"Poeticks: On Angst" 1 of 2
Angst. People admire and despise, protest and support, immerse in and shun, indifferently yawn, while holding very firm opinions as their respective buttons are pressed when they hear the word "angst." As a starting point of Poeticks, we have decided to take up the differing opinions from inside DeviantArt, to lay out those arguments for all of you to read. Please keep in mind that these are "your" thoughts, as they are, and you are completely free to agree or disagree. Our objective is not to push forth an ultimate commandment, but rather to present to y
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Haha! Got you with a DA snow ball!
It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2005-2006 !!!!
One rule to this game....
You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you!
I got you first so you can't get me back
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Do you know how to play the game?
Apologies to all those who did think I was just insulting Mr. Baxter for no good reason.
-Nath
"Hi Tim. You stink. Love Bec."
She's lost her voice, so it's not very long. And I don't know why she can't do it herself.
Take care.
-Nath
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Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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Assume I'm an idiot, and we'll get along fine.
theredsunband
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