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Masks

Wake up early this morning And clutch your head Turn in your bed And wish you were dead Just because you dye your hair And wear tight jeans That doesn't mean You aren’t who you seem Shake it off and grin again Open your eyes Brush off your thighs Tell her she's a prize Cause we all sell what we mean Cause there's no harm Smile to disarm And live off your charm Waiting for it all to fall down

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The interview with BloodShotInk

Sep 16, 2015

Hey everybody :wave: The interview is back, this time with the incredible PoetryOD (https://www.deviantart.com/poetryod) :rose: In the Community The work she does for the Literature Community is outstanding, she puts together the most helpful articles for writers. Her gallery Her poetry is splendid, unique imagery and breathtaking metaphors, and reading her prose is definitely an enlightening experience. Her Daily Deviations The Interview When did you start writing and what made you fall in love with it? I started writing when I was about 8 years old. I was transfered to a Catholic Primary School and each week the class would write prayers on the subject of the

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Remedy (Pong10)

Velvet black oil on bright porcelain skin. Does the dark gold soothe your needs when you stitch it into your veins with pearly pins? Is that why you enslaved yourself to it, the poison leaving your skin breathless and your blood tainted? You bath in it like it was water, pour it all over you, soak in its darkness and we fear you might finally drink it, drown in it. I admit we are scared princess, afraid of your stained skin, afraid of the poison you spread over it, afraid whatever clutched you in its grasp is contagious and we might catch it from touching you. But we know the worth of your skin, the sacredness of your blood. That's why we

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Keeping Warm by thatvore, literature

His true scar by FlareEmerald77, literature

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His true scar

His whole world was crumbling around him. Young Matthew had just discovered a terrible truth. Not only was his mentor and father figure, Kai the Firebeast was responsible for the death of his real dad, Jacob, but actually tried to kill his twin sister. He didn't know what was real anymore. To think Kai would do such thing, even attacking Matthew after trying to protect his sister, leaving a huge scar burned into his right eye, losing all sight in it. The boy grabbed a picture of himself with his mother Purge, and Kai. He really seemed like a true friend, feels so stupid now. Matthew: You happy now, Kai? YOU HAPPY NOW!?! He throws the pict

hand in hand with the damned by thebalefulprimal, literature

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hand in hand with the damned

stormy seas, high winds and lightning darkest blue and whirling silver whipping of the water and boiling of the foam no lighthouse to save us mutiny on the ocean and mother nature is leading the rebellion I lay tucked in the pantry, locket on my neck the seven seas have never claimed my love before but perhaps they will tonight; the tinkle of a music box sings in my ear the heartbeat of your life sits behind my rib cage the wind howling its challenge while the m

Center No Center by SerenAletheia, literature

Quote of The Day #38 by Scarecrow113, literature

The End by ShihSnTz, literature

One Spider-Cider, Change Included by Firingwall, literature

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One Spider-Cider, Change Included

Somewhere in a dark and dreary part of the Hotlands, a little bake sale was about to commence for the day. It was an unusual place to hold one, not having much foot traffic through that area, but the people running the sale didn’t care. To be fair, there weren’t many places for them to run the sale without people purposely trying to find a different way around it. Also to be very fair, the people in charge of the bake sale weren’t people. They were more of the inhuman variety, like pretty much all the citizens of this world. However, in particular, they were spiders. Rather small and rather cute looking spider

DotW RP: We're Already Dead by Tazihound, literature

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DotW RP: We're Already Dead

As soon as Klaus reached the fringes of the Nightsong woods the rain begin to fall. Wet darts pelted his dark fur, soaking him and leaving his coat hanging heavily on his form. Only when he thought he was alone and deep within the woodlands did Klaus pause, drooping his head. The young Vektreni welcomed the rain as it dripped into his eyes and soothed his wounds. Dry blood clung to his fur in clumps; not all of it his own. Having only just returned, the events of Vale weighed heavily on his mind. No sooner when the Howling Peaks come into view did Hekate break off from their stride, eager to return to her son no doubt. She must have reached

The Emptiness of I by Frank-Jaspers, literature

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The Emptiness of I

As I sit in posture like a steel lotus, I am dwelling in a space That separates two thoughts; One of conflict and oppression, The other of peace and liberation. In the filth of a stray dog slum, I am sitting vajra-style With two icons before me: One a wall of grief and suffering; The other the image of Sakyamuni. As I sit before the breaking red of dawn, I am composing old-parchment wisdom With the lightning of a modern tongue; I am recollecting the many beatitudes And countless possibilities unexplored;

Erwin x Reader - Patriot Of My Heart by WindMeister8, literature

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