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An Honest Day's Worka determined pen races away its usefulness as if there was a trophy to be won at the end it runs without ink along miles of paper that is torn to bits from its knowledge or is simply too weak to give a damn or twoAn Honest Day's Work
the writer at work scribbles away his sanity with each flick of the wrist, a shooting pain he suffers for his masterpiece and hopes that it'll be worth it or is simply too stubborn to find another hobby
a writer and his pen, both dry right to their core both lay to rest after another day, tired as always still as statues, they mourn eac
by ~Neglected-Pencil
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Cemepaintics - Chapter 1Chapter 1: A Brief Introduction to the SpeciesCemepaintics - Chapter 1
They all stood in a single row, exactly a foot and two and a half inches away from the wall. Unmoving other than their synchronized breathing, they looked almost doll-like, each crafted with the care of a sculptor with a particular eye for detail or with some form of severe obsessive compulsive disorder, they each stood exactly the same. The men, placed in between two women on either side and were exactly four and a quarter inches taller than the females, stood with green chests puffed and black legs together as tight as their limbs would allow. The women,
by ~Neglected-Pencil
DefectiveShe is kangeroo with no kick: Trapt within her own pouch Defenseless against the world Defenseless against her mindDefective
She is a bird with no wings: Too weak to fly with the breeze Not wanting to sing her brilliant song Not wanting anything at all
"Defective," they call her "defective:" Her eyes too red and lifeless to be human With no bark or bite of an animal With no place else to fit in
by ~Neglected-Pencil
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Humanity Is DisgustingThe collapsing star sits backstage, reclining, forgetting her own name, while looking blankly into the mirror, trying to find who the reflection shows.Humanity Is Disgusting
The tired boy with a sack over his back, is running--running thoughts and feet. He is getting out of there. He is finally fleeing from pain.
The lonely girl is made of poison smoke. She sits
by ~MidnightEies
FlatlinedThe boundless rage now fettered My filling sorrows are consumed The dizzying heights now grounded My fathomless depths are surfacedFlatlined
I feel no emotion but wearyness And the cold calculation of my mind The feelings I had are but echoes The drugs they gave me had worked
I cannot but help feel detached As I watch myself make my decisions Not concerning for how it makes me feel And rather letting logic take control
I think in my head it would be sad If I was only a slave to the calculator That I must observe my choices I've made By weighi
by ~Rungok
Dear SelfDear Self,Dear Self
You dare not grip a pen for fear that you might reveal what you feel; for fear that you may let the memories over flow from that iron safe you've placed them in. Not forgotten but hidden form the light, from the truth.
Your hands have lost their voice; no more letters leave your finger tips with that flow of passion they used to have. You’re lucky pen forgotten; gathering dust in the box with lost letters you'll burn in the end. Lost letters of love, old memories that bring vibrant stings to every wound. Lost letters of your truth, of your past. I’m sorry to say it wasn't just a dream that ended
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- Current Residence: Florida
- Interests: Writing, swimming, reading, doodling
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- Favourite gaming platform: Ninetendo 64/Super Ninetendo
- Website: http://fictionpress.com/~blissfullysarcastic
- Email: writergirl1993@yahoo.com
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- MSN: kristonibologna@hotmail.com
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