Kelly-anne-17

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The next time I run, I want t by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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The next time I run, I want t

Running Free. The next time I run, I want to run free. Free from the chains That have kept me restrained, Kept me quietly insane In a conformist society. The next time I sing, I want to sing loud. Loud and uncaring, Sharing my pain With a world that has deigned To notice the stains On its blood-drenched sheets. A world that would sweep its shit Under the rug, Rather than see That none of us are free, And may never be For we constantly seize A uniform disguise To cower behind, Closing our minds To the possibility That honesty is good. "Nah, not me," You say adamantly, But yes, even you subconsciously Pull that mask over your eyes And tell

How can I be rescued? by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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How can I be rescued?

The stone walls of this castle Are slowly crumbling down, The jester crept up on me And stole my golden crown, Blood and tears and mucus Stain my silken gown, How can I be rescued When there's no one else around? The years spent on this kingdom Have all been in vain, I now face all the dragons That I once thought were slain, The illusion slips away And all I'm left with is the pain, How can I be rescued If they all think I'm insane?

Soulmates to strangers. by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Soulmates to strangers.

It's strange. I want to pick up the phone and call you, But I realise I have nothing to say. I'm all cried out, I can't beg you to stay any more. It's been a week since we last spoke, Already it feels like I don't even know who you are. How did we go from being soulmates to strangers? You want to stay friends- what use is a friend like me, to you? How can we go from being painfully intimate To painfully awkward? It has dawned on me recently, the only way this could be. The reason we were so passionate, the reason I cannot be your friend. All we had in common my dear, was love.

And now you're gone. by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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And now you're gone.

It's funny; I've had so long to ready myself for this moment. Months of preparing, Feeding my mind With the reality Of this disease. Months of watching Your mind and body Slowly deteriorate Before me. Months of visits Constrained and awkward Small talk and hugs That came too late. Months of helplessly Sitting with your discomfort Hearing you moan In a yellow, unfamiliar room. Months of wishing, Hoping, Praying to an uncertain god You weren't in pain. It's funny, I thought I was so prepared to see your coffin. I guess I was wrong.

Ghosts Of The Nighttime by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Ghosts Of The Nighttime

If but one thing I could erase 'Twould be the restlessness that comes with night And If but one thing I could chase 'Twould be my courage now in flight. For since I've come to be alone The screaming darkness engulfs my being And creeping ghouls in my ear moan Crippling me with eyes unseeing. I try to run, but demons follow. When did my subconscious become unsafe? I turn and face- bravado hollow Can I ever win this endless race?

I wish you could see by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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I wish you could see

Do you ever feel Like you'll fall apart If you don't say what's going on Inside your messed up heart? Because right now I feel I could just slip away, If I don't scream and tell them all What makes me feel this way. I could cry and shout But what good would that do If you don't know The way I feel for you? You are my everything My soul to you I give If you reject me again I don't know how I'd live. This raw pain I feel Flares up and burns inside And I die a little With every thought I hide. I wish I could control My emotions that roam free But my whole life Revolves around you you see.

One Thousand Sunsets by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Pick me up. by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Pick me up.

My mind does not consist of Brains and neurones. My body is not composed of Flesh and blood. My soul is not a Strong burning light. I am comprised of Openings. To my innocence, To my heart, To my weaknesses. I wish I could find a padlock Big enough to protect The stream of ugliness That flows too easily. A constant river Of hate, jealousy, bitterness, And a haunting past, Is ready to rage And consume me At any given moment. So don't let curiosity overwhelm, Unless you are willing To be ready and waiting To pick me up And dry The tears that so often Uncontrollably wash.

Fishnets and Fake Tan.... by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Fishnets and Fake Tan....

Fishnets, Fake Tan & False Smiles everyone needs a hand to hold someone to replace the cold "Not me!" Concluded with a smirk and a vodka shot. "I've got my friends!" who believe your pretences and don't question the tenses "You guys are all I need!" Down goes another, obliterating reason. "Lets have fun tonight!" but how on earth is fun defined when constantly haunted by the hands of time "What do I look like?" Sarcastic remarks make for a playful punch. "You're such bullies!" the words gnaw at low self-esteem and interrupt already fitful dreams "Right, lets go!" Down another shot, checking her reflection. "Re

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The next time I run, I want t by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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The next time I run, I want t

How can I be rescued? by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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How can I be rescued?

Soulmates to strangers. by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Soulmates to strangers.

And now you're gone. by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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And now you're gone.

Ghosts Of The Nighttime by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Ghosts Of The Nighttime

I wish you could see by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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I wish you could see

One Thousand Sunsets by Kelly-anne-17, literature

Kieran by Kelly-anne-17, literature

Pick me up. by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Pick me up.

Fishnets and Fake Tan.... by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Fishnets and Fake Tan....

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A self portrait in words. by darth-chunky, literature

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A self portrait in words.

He wakes to the sound of his mother telling him that he's going to be late for college and, mumbling "fuck off" under his breath, he opens his eyes to the morning. The fatigue of only having had an hour of sleep is the first thing to hit him, making him want to vomit suddenly but he holds it in. Turning over to face the wall to avoid some of the glare of artificial light burning into tired eyes he racks his brain to try and figure out what day it is. He decides it's probably a Friday and sighs as his mind reminds him of the essay he was supposed to have written. Turning over again to try and wake himself up a little his cheeks presses agains

Read on. Live on. by darth-chunky, literature

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Read on. Live on.

Well maybe your life hasn't turned out like the final page Of that new teen romance book That you just 'had' to read. So maybe it's not all roses and champagne And kisses in the sunset Under the trees. But life is like a book, and this is just the end of a chapter So read on past the broken heart Turn the page and see what's on the other side The story isn't over until you finish the last page The last line Life is the same.

The Mourning of Lost Time by Trestif, literature

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The Mourning of Lost Time

Frozen lace, cold and uncontrolling, Falls, placing its intricate weaves Upon your unknowing shoulders. My size envelopes your body, As you bury your face in my chest. Can you feel stone within me, Hear the story of sorrow and anger? Woven gold falling from my fingertips, As I contemplate the impossiblities Of the actions that have led me To the doorstep of destiny. I am witnessing the needle Weaving through the air Bound to the Sisters that control The fates of men. Then I traverse the labyrinth Of my vocabulary, Searching desperately for the words That will release me from my torment. So often have I changed the

Some thoughts from a realist. by darth-chunky, literature

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Some thoughts from a realist.

Once upon a time I had a dream that one day I could tell a story that started 'once upon a time'. Stories that start 'once upon a time' always have a happy ending, no matter what struggle or strife the characters endure there's always a 'happily ever after' waiting at the last full stop. I quickly learnt that any story that started 'once upon a time' would always be a lie. A fabrication to instil hope in times of despair, when we are so young that we don't know the truth, our mind prepares us for fear and pain with nightmares. We foolishly banish these nightmares with cuddly toys and 'happily ever after's' then fail to understand why fear gr

black hole. by darth-chunky, literature

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black hole.

I was the innocent little space ship to your twisting, turning hatred fuelled black hole. So slowly you drew me in, rotating illuminating warning lights across my display screen and out of cowardice I waved them away pretending that everything was going to be okay I was scared of you from the start but I trusted your rhythmical call I loved you for your difference I pitied you for being so alone I saw your depth and I thought it was filled with gold I never noticed the distress calls from the other little ships caught in your pull You dragged me away from the shining star that I felt such a longing to be near Your dark

insignificant by darth-chunky, literature

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insignificant

I'm just another thread in the blanket of your life a little bit of string a single strand of hay in a bale that the wind could so easily tear away Would you even notice? Would you even care? Just one less person in a few hundred to say "hi" to just one less person in a few hundred to hug goodbye you wouldn't even notice so why do you make me stay let the wind take me away.

untitled by darth-chunky, literature

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untitled

Life is just an endless series of mistakes made promises broken wrong things said and done We try so hard to learn from these mistakes repair broken promises change those wrong things But do we ever truly succeed? just because you smile on the outside don't think I can't see how much you bleed You wear that make-up to cover up eyes shadowed from not sleeping face pale from not eating I see past your shield That's why I learnt from my mistakes duct taped those promises made right what I'd done wrong and continued to live I'm here to see past the shield to help you until you smile on the inside too and then when you're fine

Casey Withers Part three by darth-chunky, literature

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Casey Withers Part three

The enticing aroma of fresh coffee hung in the air, calling in tired business people and elderly women for their next caffeine hit. Casey sat on a metal bench, music playing loudly through earphones. She attracted frowns and stares from passers-bye, to them she was just another "young person" and they gripped their purses a little tighter as they walked by. Whenever she noticed their stares she simply smiled sweetly before going back to trying to burn a hole in the floor with her eyes. As she sat she began to wonder why she had agreed to meet with Mike. 'Is it just pity? Or do I really want to be his friend?' She pondered, chewing her finge

Nonsensical Thoughts by darth-chunky, literature

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Nonsensical Thoughts

Silence, allowing thoughts to come through Violence, allowing thoughts to come true It's never cold when you're around because in my mind I'm always holding you Noise, keeping inner voices in Toys, that's all we were to him It's never warm when you're around because in reality Your icy heart hates me Flames, bringing pain that I deserve Blames, but no purpose do they serve It's never dark when she's around because when I can't see her light guides me Death, so close but so far away Breath, will I take my last today? It's never light when he's around he holds me down letting the darkness take me Life, is it a waste of tim

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Stars by Kelly-anne-17, literature

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Stars

We lay together, so romantically cliche, in the sand. The sky was so brilliantly clear, I remember thinking somebody simply M U S T have planned it. It was as though a huge, magnificently black sheet had been draped about us, keeping us sheltered in our own sweet little world. But somebody had been neglectful. There were holes in the sheet! I wondered if the being whos responsibility it was to cover the earth was being punished for giving us mere mortals a . . . . . . . . tiny

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About Kelly-anne-17

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Dec 21
United Kingdom
Deviant for 15 years
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I love to write. Without poetry I wouldn't be who I am, although I find it really difficult to let the people I know read my writings. Which is quite ironic really; the people that know me the best are complete strangers. Hmmm. Something to think about.

Current Residence: Leeds, West Yorkshire
deviantWEAR sizing preference: S
Favourite genre of music: Completely depends on the mood I'm in.
Favourite style of art: poetry, photography, abstract paintings, detailed sketches
MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
Shell of choice: That of a tortoise.
Favourite cartoon character: Minnie Mouse, Gretchen from recess, Dora the explorer
Personal Quote: Don't let other peoples ideals and aspirations overtake your own

Favourite Movies

The bodyguard

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Adele, Amy Studt, Stephen Lynch, Muse, Lots of other random ones.

Favourite Writers

Rupert Brooke

Tools of the Trade

Pen, paper, pencil, rubber

Other Interests

Poetry, music, art

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Kelly-anne-17

Apr 16, 2011

Another apology.

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Well, I've finally had the metaphorical kick up the literary bum. What a shame it takes two horrible events to kickstart my creative streak again. It's been over a month since my granddad died, and two weeks since my boyfriend of two years left me. Say it like that it sounds awful, but my point is that I am not quite so raw anymore. Rather than sitting in my own misery I can turn it into something that hopefully other people will read, and possibly even like. Poets, eh? Its no wonder we have a bad name- we have to be miserable to be happy. Well I seem to be anyway. Fiver to the first person to trawl through my gallery and find me a happ

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Kelly-anne-17

Aug 28, 2010

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Once again this is a journal to apologize for being a shitty deviant. But I still can't write! Its as though Ive completely lost it, I dont even get random little lines in my head anymore. I hope it comes back soon. But anyways... how is everybody? x

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Kelly-anne-17

Jul 20, 2010

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I always forget what a good site this is when you need to have a rant, or talk to someone who is, like normal people should be at this time, in bed. No one will probably care, but the reason why I'm writing this is because I can't sleep. As pathetic as this is going to sound, I had a really, really, really scary dream last night. I'm going to describe it now so if you don't care, stop reading. I dreamed I was in my room, and my aunty, who lives across the road from us, came in and woke me up. She whispered to me that something was wrong, and she was going to show me, but it was very important that I didn't scream, and that I stayed in my ho