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Moths by sad-violin-music, literature

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Moths

There's a picture in my room It has no colour, apart from where I cut straight through The holes I cut, they match your eyes in blue The holes I cut have finally seen the truth From the window in my room I have the perfect voyeurs view I see the moths try to mate with the moon I see them burn, and fall into the gloom. I watch them hit the ground, I watch them hit the ground. I hear you every night I see you as you pray to the morning And I sing a song for you, The little girl whose youth I took... If I could trace back time Into the eyes of every child I'd clasp the spark that made them smile And light the way for those who a

Untitled 3 by sad-violin-music, literature

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Untitled 3

And so order's restored And the world's silent once more Go wander off Into those lonely streets of thought And all the ones Well, they've all gone to live their lives Oh, sunrise, Does live wait in your eyes? I wouldn't know. Oh, stupid girl, You've all the time in the world, You can have it all, You can have it all if it's what you need. I was trying to find a thought, to keep our heads apart I was trying to find a thought, to keep our heads apart I was trying to find a thought, to keep our heads apart I was trying to find a thought, to keep our heads apart

Another Day by sad-violin-music, literature

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Another Day

Tomorrow's another day Another slow train up the line I can sit and dream, it suits me fine Today's another day You breathe in smoke for half a mile All the others think you're just a child Everything they want is in The pages of this book Every single thing they say Will be the death of them one day I know I don't deserve What I desperately need I hope you'll understand; I know that it got out of hand Who are you trying to kid? You're not Kerouac, or Smart or Blake. One day you'll wake up and see That honey, it's all gone. Today's another day I'll take a walk, I'll clear my head And walk up the hill where your heroes spen

Prelude - Alone, We Sailed by sad-violin-music, literature

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Prelude - Alone, We Sailed

I) One night Chandler left his dreaming And set out for the open evening The rose he left in crimson bed With stunted thorns, and broken legs He left his family to ponder His mother grieved, his father stronger Life went on, the days got shorter The twisted rose lay in the water His brother came of age that autumn Flushed with God and self-importance His other half still not forgotten Somewhere in the world a stranger calls his name... II) So, now the fog has faded, is there somewhere you've found to take your heart Away from the fields and fires of this old town? So, now your head is clear, is there somewhere you'll be if I c

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Upstairs by sad-violin-music, literature

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Upstairs

Lying there, it was a long time before I realised you were gone. The face that I once loved had evaporated from the sheet beside me. As far as I knew, you hadn't even left the bed. I reach over and touch your side. The sheets are cold, and somehow I cannot find a clear memory of you inside my mind. I can find only fragments - your long, dark hair flowing on the breeze, a flicker of a smile before your laugh lights the air around me in playful innocence. When I try to put the pieces together all I comprehend is incomplete - some sort of unfinished picture like a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, or a snatch of dimly lit conver

Permanent Daylight by sad-violin-music, literature

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Permanent Daylight

This was the time when I entered a world of my own. Every single night I didn't stop, I stayed awake and wrote. Sometimes I wrote all night, other nights sleep would overcome me and I would collapse at my desk, with my mind filled with vicious imaginations of the stories that I had been writing. As the day went on, my happy stories began to fade and die. The paper spooled from my typewriter and the stacks of stories filled my tiny bedsit. It soon came to my attention that these were, in fact, very bad stories. On those few occasions when I managed to pry my aching and tired self away from the keyboard, I found that no one in their right mind

China Doll by sad-violin-music, literature

This game we play by sad-violin-music, literature

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This game we play

so, so. so this is the place. when i was here before when the sun was open and bright and shone high in the sky there was something here but now this is all that's left. this is where we lived our lives. this is the tree where we squng and played and kissed and this is the road where we had to cross over to avoid the cars. and this. this empty floor cave where we sat and played Death before school. and i remember you came across the charcoal moors to us. the kids are there and they arent playing, they just sit. one of them smokes and one of them looks ill but none of them look like we're wanted here. and this here is where we used to swing

RIP Dance Hall Culture by sad-violin-music, literature

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RIP Dance Hall Culture

The place might have been the fullest thing that I had ever seen. The dance hall was full of people, every one of them talking, dancing, flirting. No one questioned and no one worried - not a single person wanted to carry on dreaming and yet not a single person wanted the night to ever end. In the air there was hot latin rhythm and in the corner there was a bar with spiced liquor and a barmaid and a sign saying "Blondes Do It Better". The ceiling seemed like a majestical creation of the times - the soaring plinthwork, the noble stone - all of it illuminated, dominated, almost imposed on by the supernova of light strung across the walls and b

Cold Steel Roots by sad-violin-music, literature

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Cold Steel Roots

i am trying to remember a time when i could help myself. i am trying to remember a time where i was able to step out side into the open and be punished for things i have done. the cold was enough to punish me for it all, the cold was enough. not enough like some kind of friendship that stays with you your whole life but never gives, never even trying to help, not like a friendship that never really was, where you run past the people running from the unknown that you walk towards. and as you feel the breath stalking you from behind, from the wrong side, you get befriended again - hello. i hope you are okay i hope you have been fine since it a

Flame-Retardant Heart by sad-violin-music, literature

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Flame-Retardant Heart

Why do you put down the dog, Kill the messenger, State the intent of your violence, Of words that cut deep, Slash the knife, Twist the needle, I taste the pain of questions past. The fire of hate burns deep, I fucking hate you with all my heart, I fucking love the way you make me feel, I love the way you hate me, I hate the way I love you. Bring back the ashes of fires long gone, Why Why Why Why do you do this to us, Sweet as a nut, Lethal as cyanide She is hell. I could remember you clearly, The girl with hazel eyes and a telling smile, I could reveal the liberty, The truth of my fiercely guarded passion. Worry not ab

Anna by sad-violin-music, literature

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Anna

Do they feel it When pain is the end, When death is just the beginning, How could these charlatan tricksters Fool the innocence of youth? Did she even know They were coming, Armageddon in one hand, Safety in the other, She was only ten years old. She lies cold now, Somewhere far away Where words cannot be felt More than the tracks of worms, Were we all to blame? There they stand, United in defiance Of those who would question sanctuary, The rest of us Cannot even imagine. It does not tell in their faces, But the eventuality is just around the corner, They do not know, They just pray.

I hope this is the en_ by sad-violin-music, literature

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I hope this is the en_

Inexplicality of the end, Informants absent from station too long ago, Perhaps I should have seen it coming, An endless karma cycle of deathly finality, China dreams shattered like eggshells Like ming fragments in your hands. She never needed me, She just said the truth was there, As plain to see as the daylight, Of the space that separated us Inbetween wonderment, Of possibilities. Self blame wreaks havoc On an already delicate mind, Emotional wound gapes wide, A twisted visage of pockmarked tracks, Forcing waking life to resume without you, The hardest thing I will ever do.

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Egyptian Love Letter by Veo33, literature

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Egyptian Love Letter

Do you remember the total darkness? When the stars lost their luster and I, I knowing you were afraid of the dark came to your house. And you loved me, and I loved you and we loved each other for being in love with one another. I told you, "Even if you don't love you, I do." I sat on your roof with you and in total darkness, we rolled a joint. "This is your life in paper." you said. "Don't waste it." The only light was the red cherry at the end, I could see your features in the dim light, I wanted to kiss every part of you. You sucked in and resting your hand on mine, passing my free hand the joint. You held your own, breathing out the awkwar

How I Wish You Were Here... by HappyKat, literature

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How I Wish You Were Here...

I saw you yesterday. I've missed you, you know that. You saw me too, but turned away, which is understandable, I guess. But that hurt. In the thirty seconds we spent in the same place, I was drowning in my memories, holding back and not giving anything away. I saw the times we stood together, not seeing the rest of the world spinning by, ignoring the stares of strangers worn out by the love they'd never had. I remembered wrapping my arms around your neck and your hands on my back, and my waist. I remembered that feeling in my chest when your soft cheek rubbed against mine, and I felt your kiss on my lips. Did you remember that when you saw m

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China Doll by sad-violin-music, literature

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Current Residence: South coast of England
Favourite genre of music: Indie/rock/electronica
Favourite style of art: Impressionism, landscapes, visual art.
Wallpaper of choice: Radiohead one at the minute
Personal Quote: Fashion is a form of ugliness so hideous we have to change it once a year.

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People I know, Stanley Donwood

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Aug 27, 2006

6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself

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tagged by ~piskieheart (https://www.deviantart.com/piskieheart) Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself" People who get tagged MUST write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things/hates as well and state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" on their devpage comments and tell them to read yours... so, here goes: #1 me and clare play scrabble a lot, so we spell out scrabble words in our heads. #2 i scratch my head. a lot. #3 i also quote movies a lot. me and clare are the same, i thi

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Jul 11, 2006

Quiz thing

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My darling piskie tagged me... here she is: ~piskieheart (https://www.deviantart.com/piskieheart) Here are ten not-so interesting facts about my art. 1. I find it difficult to convince myself to do any kind of photomanipulation but I'm usually pleased with the result. 2. If I could write lyrics like Bob Dylan/Will Sheff then I would feel very pleased with myself, thank you. 3. Recently I've started doing a lot more photography. This is down to the fact that I have a digital camera, the weather improving all the time, and that I'm genuinely interested in it now. I never used to be so much, but now I love going out places either by myself or with Clare and taking pictures :) .

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Jun 6, 2006

One of those things

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Tagged by ~piskieheart (https://www.deviantart.com/piskieheart) 1. MUST (!!) answer EVERY SINGLE question. 2. Be HONEST. 3. Pass onto 6 of your DA friends. 4. Have fun and let us grow together as a community. TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey Name: Sam Birthday: 14th of June Current Location: St. Mary's Bay, UK Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Height: 5'10" Right Handed or Left Handed: Right-handed Your Heritage: Er... English? The Shoes You Wore Today: Trainers Your Weakness: a long kiss from Clare, cheap CD's, snow, Your Fears: The future Your Perfect Pizza: Ham and pineapple, ohh yeah Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Bit late... I guess, being n