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Sunset
When the sun sets,
a center of intensity
bleeds turmoil into the tranquil sky.
When the sun sets,
a silent war wages
in the space behind my eyes
and in the space between
that star and the atmosphere.
When the sun sets,
emotions meld together.
Bonds are built and
bonds are broken
depending on the way
those lights reflect off our skin.
When the sun sets,
Earth forces shut
those curtains of night,
blocking out the light
and bringing peace to my mind.
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(If) When You Leave
I’d like to think
that neither of us are on the brink of self-destruction,
that the two of us are completely in sync,
that neither of us have yet fallen victim to this world’s clever seduction.
I’d like to trust
that we are exactly what we discussed,
the product of stardust rather than lust.
I’d like to believe
that nothing I could say would make you leave,
that none of the things I’ve done would make you turn and  run.
I want you to know
that I’ve taken my time to grow.
I’ve changed,
rearranged my heart and mind,
taken apart the monster I designed.
I hope you somehow
see me for who I am now,
rather than the demon by whom I was defined.
And when this has all come to an end,
remember me as a friend,
rather than a broken bind
that you were forced to mend.
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A Lamb to the Slaughter
I remember when we first met;
I was nothing but a wolf wearing an empty threat.
I strained my vocal cords to bark,
but I would never bare my teeth to bite.
You were a lamb wrapped in bleached-white innocence.
I never understood why you stood by me, despite our difference.
You kept me tethered to what we thought was reality,
but I only dragged you down with me,
so you could never be free.
You took the monster that I was,
tied my paws and dulled my claws.
In return for making me new,
I swore I would protect you.
I thought I could hold my promises true,
but there were things about you I never knew.
See, you were born cursed with something that can’t be reversed.
You were destined to be the lamb to the slaughter,
so you’ve spent your whole life treading thick water.
You lived in peace as long as you could,
just as I’d hoped you would,
but by age thirteen,
you couldn’t handle all the things you’d seen.
You’d been traumatized by all the things you’d
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Unsure
I’m still not sure where you came from,
and I’m still not sure quite how
the thought of you alone makes my heart thrum.
Are you even really here?
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror.
We’re the same in every way,
and I really have no words to convey.
Are you even really here?
Or are you a ghost of my doubt,
trying to steer me down a different route?
Are you even really here?
Or are you a figment of my imagination,
an amalgamation of my own temptation,
created to bring me one step closer to my damnation?
Is it the way you talk?
The way you walk?
Everything about you seems too crystal clear.
There’s no way you’re really here.
But maybe I’m simply too naive
to take a chance and just believe,
to trust what I think I see
standing right in front of me.
Or maybe you aren’t even real.
Maybe you’re just another attempt
created by my mind to help my heart heal?
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A Chance I Never Took
I hated the way you looked at me,
like I was your sun and you were my earth.
I hated the way you talked to me,
always reminding me of what I was worth.
I hated the way you gave me your hand to hold,
like every moment you spent with me was gold.
I hated the way you always made me feel
like all of that could have been real.
I was selfish and narcissistic,
while you were always so optimistic.
You said we were meant to be,
I said you wanted nothing to do with me.
You gave me my chance,
but I passed it on.
Now I’m stuck in this trance,
and you’re already long gone.
I hate how much I loved you,
and I hate that I still do.
I hate that I could never tell you,
now I’m starting to wish you knew,
I was only worried about purple-blue.
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Dread the Truth, Regret the Lie
I keep telling you
to just leave me,
leave me alone with my fears,
fears of letting you get too close,
fears of letting you drift away,
but I’m just too scared
to tell you the truth.
I choke on these words
as I jot them down
on this paper scrap.
You’re looking at me now,
across the room,
but you know
I won’t-
I can’t-
look back at you.
I just want to see your face,
but I can’t bring myself
to turn my head,
afraid you’ll meet
my desperate gaze and
see my desperate eyes.
Why can’t I just
forget you?
I keep telling myself
we were never
‘meant to be’,
but I’m beginning to think
I’ve been wrong
all this time.
All these nights
I’ve lied awake,
I’ve told myself I was just
dreading the next time
I’d have to see you,
but the truth is
I couldn’t bear
to be without you.
I hate the way
I can see your colours;
why can’t you be
like everyone else?
If you could just
be black and grey,
instead of pink,
inst
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Forget Me
You say that you would run for me
or crawl for me.
That you would live for me
or die for me.
That you would drown for me
or fly for me;
all because you fell for me,
all because you love me.
I want to block out every word you say
because every time you speak,
it gets a little harder to tell you I can’t stay.
We both know that I’m weak,
that I give in far too easily,
and that I can never speak my mind.
But words are always so hard to find
when I’m trying to get up the nerve
just to tell you
I’m not what you want;
I’m not what you deserve.
You and I are so different;
we were never meant to be.
There are so many things you want from me
that I’ll never be able to give.
You keep telling me
that I’m the only thing you need.
I just don’t think I can live
knowing it’s me that you adore
when you’re worth so much more.
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Coated in Orange
That cape of colour you always wear
stands out against your pale blue skin.
I’m tempted by that coat of orange,
that orange that tastes of candied ocean water,
filling my lungs with sweet sorrow.
This disguise you dawn
to dissemble your despair,
distracts me from the pink you hide.
The pink tastes of bitter-sweet agony,
but  orange’s addicting touch
soothes that ever-so-present pain.
To be with you is to be with harm,
but I can’t resist your colour’s charm.
And even if I turn and flee,
orange will scream its alluring lullaby,
and I’ll turn and run back to you.
Every day I want to see you for you,
but every second I’m diving deeper,
deeper into the bright abyss,
until I’m drowning in that orange.
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Ode to Sleep
Oh, sleep,
How sweet are you,
with your tender embrace that calms my nerves,
your strong arms that grip me tight and drag me deep into the abyss,
away from the raging fire that consumes my waking days.
I know you've created for me another world,
another escape.
Oh, sleep,
I look forward to these stories you tell me,
the tales of adventure, happiness, love,
fables you wrote to pry my thoughts away from the real world.
Sometimes, though, I feel you wrote them to frighten me,
to punish me for the wrongs I have committed.
But I´ve come to love the sense of fear you give me.
It takes the edge off of my real fears.
Oh, sleep,
You are my relief, my drug.
I´m addicted to the things you do to me.
I'm obsessed with the spell you put on me.
But sleep, oh sleep,
Why do you always leave me?
Why can't you stay with me forever?
Is it that you tire of holding me,
or is it that you fear what the sun will do to you?
Whenever she casts her rays of light into my room,
You flee into the shadows.
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Colours
I was so orange-gray before I met you.
I moved so fast,
everyone seemed so rainbow.
But somehow, someway,
you stopped me in my tracks.
You left me cyan-yellow,
dazed by the whiplash.
Your voice is laced with red-green-white,
as are your chocolate eyes.
They taste of perfect, sweet caramel,
melting through my bones.
You make me feel so red-maroon,
so love-struck by your presence.
I don’t want to leave your side,
but still I try to fight you.
I never wish to speak of you,
Your beauty or bewitchery.
I never wish to witness you,
Your love or your longing.
I hate that you are so bright,
so red, so white, so vibrant.
I know what you will do to me,
for pink can be so violent.
I've seen it so many times before,
when the colors begin to fade.
Pink will leave me purple-blue,
beaten, bruised, and broken.
Purple-blue will stain my clothes.
I could never wash him out.
I can lock him in my crowded mind,
but I’ll still hear him shout.
So my only choice when I look at you,
is to turn and l
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cornered
stuck in the corner with you
sticky glue holds you in place
you have no hope of escaping
this hell with four walls.
I move freely, taunting you.
Nothing to do but watch
as you sink deeper and deeper
within your sticky soul.
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You Want Edge? Oh Boy, I'll Give You Edge
Messages flashing from screen to screen
Across the world and across a city
Making the Earth a little bit smaller.
Midnight illuminated by a dim glean,
Three o’ clock, the circles under your eyes aren’t pretty
You realize you can’t help but fall for her.
You told yourself that you’d wait,
“Someone perfect will come along later”
But now opportunity is here, is it fate?
Or are they just going to hit the detonator?
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Sacrificing Life For Change
These sacrifices I've made
To limit my success of succeeding
Silencing my inner voice
As natural instincts turn against surviving
Small changes adapt quickly
To form into a person's liking
I am not myself, but of many
Searching for me? No use of finding
Of the happiness I possessed
She molded it into pins
For me to bump into
And rid me of my sins
Sacrifices for others
Selfless attitude of mine
I have lost interest in myself
To give others the chance to dine
Of all the dreams I dreamt of having
One stuck tightly to my post
For I strive to complete it now
But doing so shall transform me into a ghost
Recognition of my actions
Results in a regretful flood
Death must come upon me
For my name to be covered in blood
For my name to be forever known
Is what I call my life's purpose
As I'll know I will be loved beyond my forever
And remove my own label..."Worthless"
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Heck
It’s a safeword to protect from taboo,
A bit of a net to catch your enthusiasm.
When someone is getting mad at you,
Heck, the only rhyming word I can think of is spasm.
You already see what I did there.
You’re quite the perceptor.
It was a simple prompt, to be fair,
But I try to be a perfector.
So I write about this word, this snippet of language.
And I write about me writing, infinitely looped,
What the heck even rhymes with language?
Through this work, you’ve been duped.
Find the real meaning, the real message within it.
I’m a real detective, I could find it in a minute.
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sweat
cracks in expression
tear from the eyes
blurry, messy, sloppy
love
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Limoncello
I stapled my heart to your sleeve the other day
And you were all too ready to give you hand away
To the first stranger who happened to cross our path
You and I constantly at war, now I live in your aftermath
I fill my diary pages with poems about birds in flight
I’m sure I’ve told you before: to write is my way to fight
These words look so awkward out in the open air
Falling heavily, but once spoken, at least they’re there
In your collection, if not your recollection
As I have your attention, if not your affection
You fall in and out of love, I fall between love
Like a wing-clipped peace dove
I balance, you sway
You chance, I delay
I glance, you stray
You freelance, I stay
I woke up on the wrong side of the wrong bed
Regret and fret pounding each other in my head
You always liked blondes, I heard she’s a brunette
Or rather, I saw a strand of her hair on the barrette
I found beneath your chair, and I think you forget
How visible lipstick can be on a cigarette
I a
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blood
soaks, drips, crumbles
from my mouth as I stumble
into words I didn't mean
and fumble with bloody ink
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I'm really tired
Freaking heck
Lookup thetirent89, he's a cool guy

He also stole my phone and is using it right now
When the sun sets,
a center of intensity
bleeds turmoil into the tranquil sky.

When the sun sets,
a silent war wages
in the space behind my eyes
and in the space between
that star and the atmosphere.

When the sun sets,
emotions meld together.
Bonds are built and
bonds are broken
depending on the way
those lights reflect off our skin.

When the sun sets,
Earth forces shut
those curtains of night,
blocking out the light
and bringing peace to my mind.
Sunset
Prompt: Describe a sunset without using colours.
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I’d like to think
that neither of us are on the brink of self-destruction,
that the two of us are completely in sync,
that neither of us have yet fallen victim to this world’s clever seduction.
I’d like to trust
that we are exactly what we discussed,
the product of stardust rather than lust.
I’d like to believe
that nothing I could say would make you leave,
that none of the things I’ve done would make you turn and  run.
I want you to know
that I’ve taken my time to grow.
I’ve changed,
rearranged my heart and mind,
taken apart the monster I designed.
I hope you somehow
see me for who I am now,
rather than the demon by whom I was defined.
And when this has all come to an end,
remember me as a friend,
rather than a broken bind
that you were forced to mend.
I remember when we first met;
I was nothing but a wolf wearing an empty threat.
I strained my vocal cords to bark,
but I would never bare my teeth to bite.
You were a lamb wrapped in bleached-white innocence.
I never understood why you stood by me, despite our difference.
You kept me tethered to what we thought was reality,
but I only dragged you down with me,
so you could never be free.
You took the monster that I was,
tied my paws and dulled my claws.
In return for making me new,
I swore I would protect you.
I thought I could hold my promises true,
but there were things about you I never knew.

See, you were born cursed with something that can’t be reversed.
You were destined to be the lamb to the slaughter,
so you’ve spent your whole life treading thick water.
You lived in peace as long as you could,
just as I’d hoped you would,
but by age thirteen,
you couldn’t handle all the things you’d seen.
You’d been traumatized by all the things you’d idolized.

And by age fourteen,
you were living in a new broken scene.
Your heart had been abused and diffused.
Like an old children’s toy,
you had long since lost all your joy.

Now at age fifteen,
you’ve almost hit the bottom of this bottomless ravine.
You’ve been torn down and thrown out.
Your mind’s been clouded with doubt.
That pure white pelt that I once knew
has been stained by red-purple-blue.

You truly are the lamb,
and this whole goddamn world is your slaughter.
It has beaten at your mind and torn at your skin,
leaving bruises in your brain and scars on your thighs.

Colours bleed from your ears and seep through your eyes like copper tears,
sealing your lips with all your fears.
You can no longer tell the difference between the world’s animations
and your mind’s hallucinations.
You’ve become an amalgamation
of reality and imagination.

I’m trying to make all this right.
I’m trying to find a way to fight.
that’s why I’ve been staying up at night.
Now I’m running these thoughts through my head,
that I’m the needle and you’re the thread.
I'm trying to sew your fate a different way,
but they won’t let you go astray.
They’ve encased your soul in molten woe,
and now you have nowhere to go.
You're trapped in your own petrified heart.
I should have been doing my part from the start,
but now you’re starting to fall apart.

I’m trying to find words to comfort you,
but every part of me is screaming there’s nothing I can do.
I’m still searching for a way to get you out;
stop telling me there’s nothing to worry about.

Is it really that hard to believe?
I really don’t want you to leave.
I’m overprotective, I know,
but I’m just so scared to see you go.

I really wish I had known,
your whole life had already been set in stone;
I shouldn’t have used my claws the way I did,
but I was just some stupid kid.
I thought I could scratch out your fate
and replace it with a story I could create.
A tale of a beauty that cured a beast,
or kept it at bay at the very least.
And I should have seen expected this;
that something would go amiss.
I should have known,
you couldn’t have dispel the demon
that I had created on my own.
A Lamb to the Slaughter
(Written to be read as a spoken-word poem)
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I’m still not sure where you came from,
and I’m still not sure quite how
the thought of you alone makes my heart thrum.

Are you even really here?
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror.
We’re the same in every way,
and I really have no words to convey.

Are you even really here?
Or are you a ghost of my doubt,
trying to steer me down a different route?

Are you even really here?
Or are you a figment of my imagination,
an amalgamation of my own temptation,
created to bring me one step closer to my damnation?

Is it the way you talk?
The way you walk?
Everything about you seems too crystal clear.
There’s no way you’re really here.

But maybe I’m simply too naive
to take a chance and just believe,
to trust what I think I see
standing right in front of me.

Or maybe you aren’t even real.
Maybe you’re just another attempt
created by my mind to help my heart heal?

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Freaking heck
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He also stole my phone and is using it right now

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MerakiEunoia Featured By Owner 6 days ago  New Deviant Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for the llama, have a wonderful day. :)
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HannaIDA Featured By Owner 6 days ago
Thank you so much for the fav on Limoncello! 💛
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Thank you very much for the watch!
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Thank you very much for the Watch ❣️
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Hello (:

Thanks so much for adding me to your +devwatch! :heart:
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hey!
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Hey!
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Thank you so much for watching me; I really appreciate it!

And hey! XD Hi, ScarletSilence666 !!
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Thank you for the watch!
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Hello!
Thanks SO much for the watch <33
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