No longer a single pringle!!Me and Kieran are back together
Three cheers for happiness!!
Hip hip...
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Tell me Daddy...Tell me is her smile Worth more to you Than our well-being? Does the soundTell me Daddy...
Of her laughter Drown out our requests? Does she call
Your name sweetly? Is her voice More appealing Than the urgent yell Of your daughters' Bad dreams? Does she cuddle you More gently Than our
Excitable hugs, Throwing our arms Around a Daddy Who we haven't seen In weeks? Does a diamond
On her finger Shine brightly
In your eyes, Blocking your view So you cannot see The hurt-filled tears That flow fr
by ~Kelly-anne-17
Listening from above.And so she edges to the doorway, Her pounding heart is the baselineListening from above.
To the symphony downstairs. Tiny feet shuffle closer With her ear pressed to the door, Words that such as small child Shouldn't have to hear at all.
The daggers thrown between the two Seem to pierce this young girls chest, But like a forbidden horror film She cannot look away. This sense of urgency to understand Is overwhelming and confusing, And tears of frustration threaten once more.
But then the silence comes
And that is more than she can bear, Running back to
by ~Kelly-anne-17
Xmas DecsThe bells on my treeXmas Decs
Tinkle delightfully, Their soft dinging Reminding me of your childish laughter. I smile in my reminiscence; This time of year never fails To brighten up the empty spaces That you left behind.
Digging through the box Marked "Xmas Decs", I can smell the musty scent Of Christmases past. The semi-pleasant odour Tickles my nostrils, And I remember how
Daddy and I used to tickle you, Kiss you gently and
Quietly click the door behind us As we lay you down
To wait for Father Christmas.
I find t
by ~Kelly-anne-17
Xmas Decs -1st draftThe bells on my Christmas treeXmas Decs -1st draft
Tinkle delightfully, Their soft dinging Reminds me of your childish laughter. I smile in my reminiscence, This time of year never fails To fill the empty spaces That you left behind. And though my memories Serve to transport me From this big, echoing house To a time when your smile Was vivid and alive,
Not simply a frozen
Piece of A5, Trapped behind glass, They can be a little rough sometimes. Digging through the cardboard box Marked "Xmas Decs"
I find a the stocking you made When you were
by ~Kelly-anne-17
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Iron CageQuite possibly the farthest thing from elation,Iron Cage
Is of course fear and exasperation... Exasperation stemming from worry, from pain, form fatigue and fear. Stemming from the inability to cope,
Stemming from the inability to hope.
Stemming from anger, stemming from rage,
Stemming from being kept in this IRON CAGE.
Stemming from the inability to be allowed to be happy,
Stemming from the inability to breathe,
And the countless restrictions you've placed upon me.
Sometimes I just want to be alone,
Sometimes I need time to think,
And arguements to hone... Sometim
by ~AuthoressAnonymous
Bullied to deathI drew in one final breath and looked down. My jacket flipped in the wind and it seemed to pull me forward, I'd tried to dress smartly today, not that it would matter. I dug at a loose stone with my black Airwalk shoe, the stone slipped free and rolled a little on the grass.Bullied to death
Nobody knew I was here, not that they really cared anyway... My mom thought I was with a friend, the friend was under strict intstruction to lie to her, he thought I was with a girl. I laughed aloud at that idea, me with a girl, I was more likely to get struck by a stray meteorite. Girls never even looked twice at me, even if they did speak to me it was only becaus
by *darth-chunky
VoicesThe voice inside my head It screams for me to listen I cried so hard my eyes bled It feels like 'me' is missingVoices
The voice laughs at my weakness In every moment of silence When all I see is bleakness And all I crave is violence
The voice is shouting I cant block out the noise The wounds on my arm are itching The puppet master plays with his toys
And as I close my eyes and beg for this to end He wont wait for me to say my goodbyes God, your servant death, please send
I want to close my eyes let it all slip away
by *darth-chunky
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- Current Residence: Kendal, Cumbria
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: S
- Interests: Poetry, music, art
- Favourite movie: The bodyguard
- Favourite band or musician: Adele, Amy Studt, Stephen Lynch, Muse, Lots of other random ones.
- Favourite genre of music: Completely depends on the mood I'm in.
- Favourite poet or writer: Rupert Brooke
- 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
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper, pencil, rubber
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"An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life" - Rise Against. Survive.
I'm not ashamed of being myself.
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"An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life" - Rise Against. Survive.
I'm not ashamed of being myself.
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"An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life" - Rise Against. Survive.
I'm not ashamed of being myself.
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At dead Youth’s funeral,
Even these were met once more together, all,
Who erst the fair and living Youth did know;
All, except only Love. Love had died long ago.
~ Rupert Brooke
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"An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life" - Rise Against. Survive.
I'm not ashamed of being myself.
--
At dead Youth’s funeral,
Even these were met once more together, all,
Who erst the fair and living Youth did know;
All, except only Love. Love had died long ago.
~ Rupert Brooke
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"An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life" - Rise Against. Survive.
I'm not ashamed of being myself.
--
At dead Youth’s funeral,
Even these were met once more together, all,
Who erst the fair and living Youth did know;
All, except only Love. Love had died long ago.
~ Rupert Brooke
I'm glad you enjoyed it. ^^
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At dead Youth’s funeral,
Even these were met once more together, all,
Who erst the fair and living Youth did know;
All, except only Love. Love had died long ago.
~ Rupert Brooke
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