brighterside22

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Embittered by brighterside22, literature

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Embittered

Your lovely face has slipped through Storm drains, down to The world existing between our skin and fingernails. Our thoughts and The thoughts beneath. Underlying Streets in tunnel universes, In rodent holes and deep channels breathing steaming carbon Into the city above. The woman in the red shoes Hooks her heel in the grate again As she stumbles a piece of you smiles.

Forced by brighterside22, literature

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Forced

Forced Gloved hand glides /stutters, stills subsides/ Works at hard rhyme Filters thoughts uninked Holding tight to the pen /that never touches skin/ Lies on prosthetic limbs through Perfecting perjury in Word play As poets do. Because they hold the pen /it all makes sense to them/ As others stumble Gleaning only abstracts Digging through the regolith Lost in top soil misinterpretation &#

Whistle by brighterside22, literature

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Whistle

Mind drips from hand into kettle switch it on Fingers fumble with neurons, slipping Let it boil, absentmindedly Set it on stove top until Whistle, Whistle, Sanity steamed away Sanitized thoughts emit Wait vapor rising And he is warm against me. Synapse after synapse erodes Decayed by heat, time Thoughts are vicious, unrefined Bubbling beneath kettle lidded cleansing The Kettle Stupid Screaming Contains imaginings, poured in Dropped, Thrown, Given He, he , is warm against me Words collapse, speech eradicated process towards perfection Practically complete Originality wiped cle

Retreat by brighterside22, literature

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Retreat

Was it just a phase? When I poured out to the page Searched for release in granite and ink… In words that have fallen into indifference, A forgotten refuge from a well-remembered storm. Shelter cast aside as pride cascaded in As thinking I had nothing to hide tugged at my dark corners. Am I out of metaphors? Fanciful analogies blanketing secrets in my phrase. Have I scurried back again, knowing I've tarried a moment Too long in reality? Seeing that I can't Take on the world without a fall back Without my ever faithful page, stark white oblivion Always waiting to be filled.

Placid Eyes by brighterside22, literature

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Placid Eyes

Salt conquers pores with each lick of ocean flames. In crash upon crash of tidal clamor The restlessness breeds peace The mind quieted The world defiant, Deafening Shells crack on rock face, Littering the shore, swaying with the tide Until the sharp edges slice skin. Then serenity falters, crystals in the wound Mingle blood and sand. Like war Wrapped in acoustic minor chords Drifting out from deserted beaches, From worn guitar strings resonating Beneath life stained fingertips.

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Whistle

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Retreat

Placid Eyes by brighterside22, literature

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He Is Not An Edward. by badspoon, literature

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He Is Not An Edward.

He is not an Edward. He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me. Or smell my hair and watch me sleep. Won't follow me, like a lost puppy, Sometimes, he'll even walk away. He doesn't love me for my faults, It's in spite of them. He'll notice pretty girls, even think of past lovers… When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly, Not cute Or Perfect. The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes. He would not die if I died, He is not an Edward. And I am not a Bella. We are real. Our love is real. And that, Is more important, and genuine Than idealistic, impossible fantasies. Screw Edward.

What do you believe? by Zenmaster13, literature

Steal and Metal by undeadinHollywood, literature

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Steal and Metal

Steel protects you from others, You keep it locked around your heart. Metal is your secret shield. Keeping other from tearing you apart. Your sleeve is clear of any heart, Your face free of all emotion. Your in your shell once more. Masking your true devotion. Your safe again, it’s true. Invisibility at it’s peck. You think no one can hurt you, If you never speak. The armor that you where, Is your one true safety net. You’ve worn it well and tight. Hoping it’s not something to regret. But I see through this costume, I’ve broken thought the steel. I see you for who you are, And everything that

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Toast to a Finite Mind by brighterside22, literature

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Toast to a Finite Mind

Raise your glass to limitation dearest Touch lips to rim in honor of goodbye. Within hope and joy time is known to fly, Now knowing the things we hold the nearest Are what always strike our hearts severest. So when in doubt it’s simple; do or die. This is the best our finite minds supply Clearly through our lives this we can attest. But, useless reason will never get far And finding purpose is a makeshift goal Here on the surface of the earth we mar. We find in this universe we patrol There is yet nothing underneath our star, Manmade, that has the strength to make us whole.

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June 26
United States
Deviant for 17 years
She / Her

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birthdAy '09: Enjoys birthday shenanigans

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Current Residence: Tennessee!!!!
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Favourite Writers

E. E. Cummings

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64 (rockin it old school)

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Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

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brighterside22

Jul 18, 2010

Animation.

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Sometimes I feel as though I've hung upside down from the monkey bars too long and all the blood has rushed up into my head, making the world feel foggy and my feet feel dizzy.

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brighterside22

Jul 6, 2010

Into the Abyss

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So I'm back 'home' at my grandparents house. It's always interesting to be here because I feel so separate from the rest of the world. It is as thought the rest of the world has stopped existing when I step through the door, and I feel like a child again. All at once I feel everything that has happened here. I feel all the 5 year old questions, the middle longing, the sadness and the joy that came with spending summers in the fields of middle Tennessee. There is a sort of nostalgia mixed with a deep seated longing for..something. I'm not sure what, maybe it's for home. Maybe it's for being able to really know what a home feels like. Maybe it'

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brighterside22

Mar 31, 2010

C'est la vie

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I figured I should update people on my life again considering things have changed. I'm not longer single (again), and I don't know how I manage to go from relationship to relationship so quickly but it works some how. Funny how life never hands you the deck you expect.   Nice boy, been approved of so far. Still writing a poem a day. I've missed a few days recently because my creativity seems to have dried up. It'll come back soon, just need to be inspired. As an aside, check out these people: www.zenmaster13.deviantart.com www.rose-dimonds.deviantart.com They are my favorites, show them love. That is all I have to say to y'all at the