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All the salt laid by the salt trucks leaves a milky haze that coats the air in their wake. Exposed spines that bleed the same colors into themselves revealing a gray, dull, frayed lively hood; dead from the disappearance of fair Persephone. She who has, like the rest of us, been captured by the underneath. Those monsters that hide behind our beautiful eyes. But childs play and folklore are not to be whispered here. For here it is simply solid liquids and prime air for sound saves. The very waves that I capture and realize too late that summer has gone. Summers too good for the missing goddess. And I've always played my fingers on the s

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I'm beautiful; I'm precious I'm gentle; I'm vicious I'm a creature of habit And my thoughts are rapid I'm ugly; I'm tainted I'm judgmental; I'm defensive I'm comprised of rust and stardust And I like to breathe in I'm vulnerable; I'm confounded I'm tender; I'm a fighter. My breath is fleeting And I am gritting my teeth I'm terrified; I'm marching I'm tingling; I'm breathing I'm a daydreamer by species But I'm a curious creature of the stars by choice I'll die; so I'm dying. But I'm alive; and I'm living.

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Undefy these tied and knotted ribbons that lace through my joints. The ones that buckle in and scorch my movement with the stiffness of uncertainty but an unsettling confirmation in troubled waters. Waters that lie within my gut, becoming choppy and unsafe as quickly as the peak of Mount Washington; and like a State Park, I'll park my opinions and keep to a state of calmness and clarity. From there I can see all the lighting and thunder that will rake through me and my bones, and I know that I can breathe. Breathe alone and with your air passing through and over me, raising hairs, and giving me oxygen to distribute. And from the source o

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Like the ocean beats the sand with it's repetitive push in and pull out, i feel like my emotions and hormones erode me. i can feel them carving a cave in my chest, coating it in dirt and salt and blood and giving heat from the energy it creates as they eat my bone to overheat and break me. it spreads and i feel my face burn, and my inner ocean threatens to spill and unknot me. but i relapse again, i bottle up again and my hurricanes swell and twist and bend my spine out of whack and make me look funny. i repent and refuse to crack. "i am not glass, i am not weak" i repeat and repeat and repeat. but no. i feel broken on the inside. my e

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Someone once told me that i should have been named Grace instead of Clare, because i had so much of it. he told me that, and i was extremely flattered, having an obsession with being strong even though i don't even have a personal definition. This was the guy who tests my self-will, and my love which i feel wavers myself on a ledge. he tests me, and i test him, i test him to be a better man i hope, one who appreciates himself, who will maybe someday refuse to take the blame for everything and all things that go wrong within a ten mile radius of his being. This boy said I should be named grace. This guy is tested the way I test another guy

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Tickle me ever so lightly Touch me ever so slightly Take me to places I've never seen before Because I am convinced that we can do more Sitting at the side lines is where I resided For so many years, it was decided. Now I feel giddy with growth Like by just living to this point I've gained the most. Tangling in dreams Tumbling the seams Biting my lip, Feeling the touch on my hip, I breathe for day When I can't keep at bay And I see it all clearly With powerful clarity So much that I tumble and cry So much that my bitter ends die. The breath in my lungs is lighter than air I fear that soon after happiness I tear But

This is who i am. by Bird-Bug, literature

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This is who i am.

In the mirror full of cracks caused by these bleeding white knuckles I see me. A fool, with love paper-machaed over this un-found comprehension of unfamiliar, unknown mass. I stare, angry with myself because I don't know where to turn next. These feelings swimming in the translucent liquid that falls from my bloodshot blue eyes fall to feed the roots that bloom from me and stick me to my unsteady ground. I scream, that scream feeds the power that makes the iron in my blood boil, which stiffens my spine, to hold the head that keeps the skeleton working that holds up this pathetically amazing charged piece of mass. My spine holds up my head

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Walls

I wish those walls that were so firmly built So long ago; Those walls that hold all our secrets and all our mass, Had little trap doors for us to slip pass, I wish there was a way in, That didn't make it feel like we were caving in. And breaking and crumbling and loosing who we are, And making us feel like we cannot get far. I wish I could let you in with a free pass, One that will forever and ever last. I wish we weren't so scared of who we are, Why cant it be as simple as unscrewing a jar? Letting go of all those fireflies, Cutting every self conscious tie. This tragedy is all too true, And its going to take me a wh

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Apr 12
United States
Deviant for 15 years
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I am a gentle girl in a crazy world who has a big heart that gets me hurt, but I never listen to it; a smart brain that keeps me up; and will and soul that keep me going and pick me up and dusts me off. My bones are thick and my cage is whole; scars on my being and heart are covered in white-out because I'm slow to show the whole story.
I'm 17 and live in a small town in a state I feel like most people forget about. I aim to live for my circle of people. My clan is undefined, and miscellaneous; and I have negative infinity to infinity.
I have high hopes for my future; and even when I feel like I don't want it anymore- I remember those who love me, and I know I have a duty to myself and them.
This is who I am. Now, excuse me while I shoot for the moon.

Current Residence: Ghost Town NH
Favourite genre of music: Indie, Alternative, Alt rock, Soft rock, rock. hiphop.
Favourite photographer: My eyes :)
Favourite style of art: Photography
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Skin of choice: umm.. mine.. PLEASE?

Favourite Visual Artist

i really dont have one. :O

Favourite Movies

Lion King, Titan A.E, Starwars

Favourite TV Shows

Ace of Cakes, Dealdiest Catch, Avatar the Last Airbender

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Eminem, Enya, Kid Cudi Blue October, Modest Mouse

Favourite Books

Lement, Tithe, Valient

Favourite Writers

Alysia Harris, Sarah Kay, Austin Mullins :3

Favourite Games

Wrestling! (its not a game, yeah i know)

Favourite Gaming Platform

my feet!!

Other Interests

Drawing, music, writing, biking, haning with friends, learning new languages.

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Bird-Bug

Feb 22, 2010

self-epiphanies

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in my opinion, life is based off opinion. if that makes any sense. well, think bout it. I think that life is opinion, and by definition what you take and give is completely up to you.  how you perceive it all and how you choose to do it all is up to you, how you read and take things, and how you write and give things.  opinion. greatest fucking gift i think i'll ever receive. in MY opinion. takes yours and mold it and share it with the worlds kids :) C'mon, were the youth, gahter an opinion about your world, take it make it break it and scream it. but never drop your opinions, they can change just dont drop the fact that you have an opinion o

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Bird-Bug

Dec 1, 2009

:3

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Took it from ~Rocktuete (https://www.deviantart.com/rocktuete) I'm scared already xD Rules: Ask me three questions, no matter how silly, inappropriate, or crazy they are. You have to do the same in your journal (It's not required to of course :))!

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Bird-Bug

Oct 14, 2009

so unfair!

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OKAY so the printer works again, but the freaking scanner's like 'oh hayyyy you know what, i hate you!" and totally not working with me!! again totally UNMEATLOAF! like what!?