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Tabula Rasa by puncturedwords, literature

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Tabula Rasa

I want the world like an etch-a-sketch to shake, and shake, and shake shake shake I want the world like chalk- dust wiped from the black-green history board I want the world like chapter three of a bodice-ripper all breathless new and nerves all awakened because The Old World lies an upset cupcake all pink frosting and dirt and I don't wanna eat it (although it's because of my fumble-lazy fingers that it dropped in the first place)

Existential Billing by puncturedwords, literature

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Existential Billing

Here in this world, we get billed for gas, electricity, credit cards, and existing. I know that existing used to be free, but now THEcorp owns everything. Their logo is on the top of every invoice ones gets, from itty-bitty purchases at boutiques to restaurant tabs to gas and electricity bills. Unlike in the past, where we believed the consumer was always right, now we know better. Now THEcorp just puts away all the bullshit and reminds us why we even exist – because they exist. The price of living (if you will pardon the pun) has shot up dramatically over the past few years. Just like when there were other scarcities, we learned to ration.

Genetic Sonnet by puncturedwords, literature

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Genetic Sonnet

My lord, you lend to suffering and doubt. My heart is yours! O sweet, can you not see How much I've changed for you? O! Must I shout And prove to you how much I love of thee? I know you see my pain, but it pains you. Therefore, I shall not share my hurt and grief. I cannot be enough; although 'tis true, It burns me, and I cannot find relief. But love O with me will you masquerade? Our masques will represent Thalian joy! I know it will seem sweet and cruel play, And you must treat me like a wind-up toy. You wonder why I like my treatment rough? It helps me forget that I'm not enough.

I forgot to say I love you but by puncturedwords, literature

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I forgot to say I love you but

my eyelash wishes stopped being about him and so now they have turned into all about you and so when I want attention I don't have to fake anything (I find that you are always paying attention to me) (because you like me I guess) and you don't call them "labels" because you're not a coward and you know you know how you feel you also don't call it "jealousy" but like I call it, "commitment" what's happened to the world while I was gone and traveling in your eyes and down into the valley of your hair and your lip-sea? singing chanties of your always smile and tasting your cinnamon-oatmeal skin and you also taste sometimes like

Viola by puncturedwords, literature

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Viola

Viola crunched up in her felt bed sheets, her teeth clenched tight, in an attempt to distract her from an angry headache that filled her eyes like a tumor. She felt tears crest in her lids, but was unable to release them, her body trembling as though immersed in ice water. Her body was turbulent; her face was serene; her eyes were bright, lit by an almost-insanity, yet still they retained some sort of tranquility. She watched the shadows on her wall as they danced a complex quadrille with the pattern of her wallpaper, the time set by the music of the wind kissing the new midnight moon. It was a breathtaking sight, the undulating spheres of

ThePainOfLovingYouIsAlmostMore by puncturedwords, literature

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ThePainOfLovingYouIsAlmostMore

I've been sleeping in your shirts And smelling your cologne I've been wondering why you don't call And don't pick up the phone I've been trying not to cry 'Cause it's really not that bad But, God, I'm feeling wretched But tears just make me more sad Face me now, while the stars Burn in a blue sky Face me now, while I'm here, While I'm still wondering why Face me now... All you friends, they come first My girlfriends do, too But I know you're not cheating,, lying, Or playing me the fool I just want a little sign To show me you still care Like a phone call or a bouquet Just let me know you're there Face me now, while the st

On Leaving by puncturedwords, literature

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On Leaving

If thou must go, leave me not here, alone And if thou must leave, leave not me. I know how you love the taste and the roam, But please leave me not here, alone When leaving, if thou do hear a soft moan And know not what it could be, The sorrowful sound that could wring tears from stone That soft and sad sound is my own. O darling Is it my heart you disown? My mind, my soul, or my body? If you so wish, for my sins I'll atone Please Leave me not here, alone

Sun and Wind by puncturedwords, literature

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Sun and Wind

There is naught warmer than the sun's embrace When met by sweet south wind and all her kiss Turn blushing cheek and softly golden face Refusing nature's love would be remiss O darkened brow, caressed by zephyr's hand Your match is setting, rising, gleaming sun Like lovely midday beach with crystal sand And foam and brine upon mine legs do run Though some might say that night is fairest yet, They have not sat and made love to the sunset.

The Forest by puncturedwords, literature

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The Forest

"You lost. Again." Indeed I had. I lay flat on my back in the dust of the grappling circle, my breat band soaked with sweat and my tiny-ponytailed hair limp, long oily strands framing my face, poking my eyes and cheeks and tickling my ears. I tried to flip to my feet, but even that kung-fu awesome move reqired too much energy. I rolled to my hands and feet and stood again, scraping my hair back and glaring daggers at Feyn. His olive skin barely glinted with a fine sheen of perspiration, and his hair was still mostly springy with cleanliness. He didn't smirk, because he gloated with his entire body, thrusting one hip out, pouting a little, cr

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Solitaire E by puncturedwords, literature

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Solitaire E

I know not what I see or do hands filled with leaf-brittle cards knowing full well I can cheat with my hands tied behind me kissing the ace of spades dropping the queen of hearts across my clavicle eyelid fluttering thoughtfully in this somnambulist daymare Collecting the hearts like some demented Eros and letting them fall on the wooden floor like so much rubbish the ceiling and walls awash with red signatured love bites

Red Nine by puncturedwords, literature

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Red Nine

Find a movement red nine on black ten so shuffle through cards to find black queen, red jack (as I think it, redjack) (not cheating) and place them down one at a time move that nine and unearth black ten Frustration cannot find a black king (racist game) shuffle through deck EIGHT BLOODY TIMES and give up, putting down redking (red court has a run-on name) flip black queen and find (to my delight) black king (last card on the pile! Even better!) The keen (bespectacled) eye knows right off when she's going to play an unwinnable game But oh, that glorious feeling when done and the little box that blips onscreen say

Pumice by puncturedwords, literature

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Pumice

If I write a book and live for 400 years and the gods dancing on top of us on our sands of time maybe take notice of me maybe I'll have so many rocks or people that I know that surround me that I'll sink and breathe water and all that choking in all that deepness that all I want is some floaty rock that lava kind maybe pumice which is abrasive and harsh as I wash me in the ocean of mercy that I'll bleed and turn raw and red and pretend I've been absolved because my pumice made me so and the scarlet on the water will tell me I'm never clean Then then I'll be ugly and all those boys that love me will turn a

OH MY by puncturedwords, literature

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OH MY

The air is cool tonight And the moon is bright My eyes should droop and dream of breem Swimming in soup beside my pirate sloop But the air is cool tonight And the moon is bright I don't want to sleep and forget I met He who's the keep of thoughts that are deep For the air is cool tonight And the moon is bright And the wind smells like perfume in a room My mom tells me she has cleaned well Yes, the air is cool tonight And the moon is bright As I lay here in bed and write by light That is instead of blue, the richest of reds All because the air is cool tonight And the moon is bright

This is a Sonnet. Yes it is. by puncturedwords, literature

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This is a Sonnet. Yes it is.

O sweet the day you fell into my arms I bless the gods who bade you come to me For when you ask me with beguiling charms If I forever true shall always be... Then, with the answer falling from my lips, You laugh and cause my nearly fall apart, And silence me with your soft fingertips, Caressing quietly my longing heart. And then my eyes unclose and I awake, And weep at dreams I have, futile and fake.

Swimming at Night by puncturedwords, literature

Vampyre Study by puncturedwords, literature

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Vampyre Study

Common vampyres keep daylight hours and often are as unaware of their almost carnal desire as we are. Often, they are seen (but not recognized) under the guise of childhood bullies, girls in particular. Those who twist your mind, being your friend one day and your mortal enemy the next, dropping snide comments about you for a week before hating everyone but you the next. However, boys also do the same with their form of physical intimidation. Both are draining of emotion and energies. The advice given to you by teachers and parents ("just ignore them") may be infuriating, but it is true. One may be infuriated that they cannot break connectio

Kiss Me If You Can by puncturedwords, literature

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Kiss Me If You Can

"Goddamnit!" I grunted and puffed, clutching my muddied skirts to my chest as I climbed the hill home, walking through the small forest that separated the now soggy Renaissance Faire from my town. I had stupidly forgotten my cell phone and had no money to use the pay phone- so I had to walk home, while my mom was probably at work. Pushing my damp, short hair from my glasses that were now wet and foggy, I stopped. I heard something that wasn't the sound of rain, nor the usual sounds of the birds or foxes that I knew were there. Narrowing my eyes, I listened harder. I wasn't exactly afraid of wolves- I had skirts I could fluff out to make me

Failing and Flying the Summer by puncturedwords, literature

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Failing and Flying the Summer

Three months. The goddamn, fucking long months. I knew he was just about to leave. Cyler Wells was officially pissed off with me. I kept him from pimping himself on the streets, wouldn't let him smoke inside (and let him smoke only once every two weeks, if even that), and made sure he didn't get himself in any trouble. Some people just don't realize what a hassle it is to help others. Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm an obstinant cunt. And you know what I have to say? YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT! MOTHA FUCKA! Helping someone may not seem like it, but it is. I'm digressing. Bad habit of mine. But I know Cy is leaving, because ht told

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Subway Solicitude by not-quite-human, literature

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Subway Solicitude

I'm a loner, dottie, i'm a rebel. he was no more a boy of 16 but he sighed like he was 40. weighed down with the troubles and the words of the world falling spit spat flat on the concrete slab of the sidewalk they talk. murmur over the clack clack clack of the subway track he folds his newspaper into his lap and sighs. her laughs cackle ontop of the clack clack clack. jellybone dancing in the seat of the subway with the methadrine friend in her hand rolling her eyes. she is the explosion of the 1950 72. 85. 2006. marilyn monroebot listening to a remix of little jon's big brother howling a hop hip remix of louie louie on a ghetto blas

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The Waffle Iron by puncturedwords, literature

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The Waffle Iron

(Setting: an apartment kitchen, modern times. Minimal lighting: one light over figure, maybe weak light coming in from a window. Stage should be black, with various recognizable kitchen shapes: a stove, a microwave and toaster on a counter, a silently dripping faucet, a fridge with those big plastic letter magnets pinning up yellow post-its that have long lost their sticky. A girl in a long-sleeved nightshirt and patternless PJ pants sits at a plastic-topped dining table. You know, one of those odd fifties-ish designs with slightly curled double metal legs and topped with a warm, mortherly yellow interrupted by cheap square sequins and light

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puncturedwords

Nov 17, 2006

Punctured Words

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~DiyaDeathwalker (https://www.deviantart.com/diyadeathwalker):iconSlylock-Stock::iconpuncturedwords: This account is poetry/prose from DiyaDeathwalker (https://www.deviantart.com/diyadeathwalker)/Slylock-Stock (https://www.deviantart.com/slylock-stock)

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puncturedwords

Jan 4, 2006

Punctured Words

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I hate being home alone, but I love it. You can do what you want. But you can only talk to yourself. And you always end up talking to yourself about yourself. You talking to you about you. That's all it ever is. And you get emotional over little things, like you're going insane, and you cry loudly only to shout at yourself to suck it up, stop being emo, stop crying goddamnit. There's nothing to be sad over. You're just working yourself up over nothing. You're such a child. I hate you. .. I am a child. I act like a child. I am very childish. But I am more mature than the idiots at my school. But I fuck up around the people I care about most

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puncturedwords

Jan 2, 2006

Punctured Words

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***Art Trading*** I will write about any of your characters, interacting with any of mine (or not), if you draw/photograph/sculpt/whatever your representation of Wiley. She can be found in The Waffle Iron and I'm Thinking, Damnit... better represented in The Waffle Iron. I would love a Wiley devID... ;) --- :heart: :heart: :heart: ufukbey (https://www.deviantart.com/ufukbey) :heart: :heart: :heart: --- I have stumbled into a ring of friends on DA. They are amazing. Go look at them. ~MegSyv (https://www.deviantart.com/megsyv) MegSyv (https://www.deviantart.com/megsyv) :iconaeongoddess: aeongoddess (https://www.deviantart.com/aeongoddess) :iconSir-Talen: Sir-Talen (https://www.deviantart.com/sir-talen) :iconspankwagon: thelaserhawk (https://www.deviantart.com/thelaserhawk) :iconwazaga: Wazaga (https://www.deviantart.com/wazaga) Bleedman and Chaypeta not

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arima

Apr 10, 2006

Thank you for the fave~! >w<

Thanks for the favs!

thanks!

Thank you for all the favs and comments and loves in general XD
For some reason it pains me to read anything on DevArt, but Ill really try to read your stuffs

Isquiesque

Feb 27, 2006

Wow - thanks for the recent

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tellG

Feb 14, 2006

Thank you so much for the faves! 4! Seriously. Thanks so much!!

puncturedwords

Feb 15, 2006

Ha, couldn't help myself. I'm a

whore.
Ooh, new siggy! favwhore!