The Death of Neverland by dance-the-misery, literature
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The Death of Neverland
"Oh, Ho-ho!" Cried Peter, "The Cleverness of me!" As he lept into the air, flying circles around her swooning head, filling it with hopeless dreams. As he spun in the air like a drunken bird of prey she began to come to. Upon focusing, she would see the unnatural way the light reflected off of his baby teeth, as he bared them at her (in a very unchildlike manner).
And she cried "What of the promises! What of the eternal youth!" at an unsympathetic audience. Peter continued his maddening dance and let out a evil cackle
Of those who have outsmarted their naïve and willing prey.
"Silly child, mythical dreams and unfounded promises… no wonder
The Vagabonds Last Dream by dance-the-misery, literature
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The Vagabonds Last Dream
Disappointed with the final accumulations of a life that promised to render more
The fallible dreamer resigns his once hopeful position on this reality
And wills a better one to follow, a paradise willed into existence
Consoling a failed wanderer, leaving one last promise
And so the vagabond rules this weary journey a price paid
And fully worth it's hardships, as the new prize to be received
Promises of bigger and better things, the possibilities this derelict never acquired
Taking to heart the phrase heard his whole life "Salvation is acquired through Faith alone"
So he places the remainder of his broken dreams, broken heart, and bro
The Fall of the Stoic by dance-the-misery, literature
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The Fall of the Stoic
At last I am at peace
As the plugs you came with
Have filled all the voids and patched all the holes
That were specifically made for you.
And you tell me I'm perfect,
But I know I'm really just
Perfect for you.
In silence I walk you home
And I feel each minute drop to the floor and shatter
Never to be pieced together again,
Like a Sicilian tile,
As each day threatens to bring me farther from you
And closer to Athens
To be tempted by satyrs and nymphs
Who want nothing more than to end the happiness
That you have given me,
That I do not deserve.
And each day I wait until I can spend every second with you
Cynical me! Look what
Empathizing with Strangers by dance-the-misery, literature
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Empathizing with Strangers
I suppose that no one ever told you that the more you put into it
The less you'll get out
Or else be able to get out of it.
Some things we must learn the hard way,
And you've learned it the hardest way of all;
Straight out through your breast plate
And on to the rough concrete.
However your loss is a gain
For the ants that crawl the bumps and cracks in the sidewalk
Like so many mountains and gullies,
As they near your ravished organ
And begin to execute nature's plan:
Your severed heart is broken and bleeding,
And those tiny ants, wonders really, begin to gnaw off tiny pieces.
Their pincers and mandibles made perfectly for the
Unconventional Love is Void? by dance-the-misery, literature
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Unconventional Love is Void?
Dorrie Mills, 40, has found the love of her life. They have moved in together and share nearly everything. They have spent the past two years together and intend to spend the rest of their lives together. Ohio law, however, is working to prohibit Dorrie from marrying her love. Why? Because their love transcends cultural norms. Dorrie and her girlfriend, Karen, will continue to fight for the state to legally recognize their relationship and extend benefits which are extended to more conventional "life partnerships."
Same sex civil union is permitted in several other countries, including the Netherlands and Germany. Certain U.S. states h
Perfection and peace, a song sung on Thursday night,
Filled with all that is good and soothing in this world
A ballad of beaches, kisses, and temporary cease-fires.
A song of songs, of trust, of a day well spent.
I sung an ode to the season, to the present, the future
And I fell asleep with my underbelly exposed.
Friday morning I awoke with my entrails exposed
A realization of my trust had been abused last night
Flowing out of wounds, I lost my life, I had no future
And all that filled my eyes was the hopelessness of this world.
That such a love for anyone could be so poorly spent
My regret and hatred consumed me, a well-fed fire.
An Intangible Love Song by dance-the-misery, literature
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An Intangible Love Song
I fell, a casualty of your selfish game;
Left searching for an intangible prize,
Grasping through a void, an empty plain.
I cried to the heavens for a break in the pain
And fell to my knees before you,
I fell, a casualty of your selfish game.
Lured inside by a hope it was not all in vain
Wasting the last crumbs of my energy
Grasping through a void, an empty plain.
A God falls in my eyes, for he shares your name;
No prayers will be answered today.
I fell, a casualty of your selfish game.
This ravenous hunger has left me insane.
Starving for your heart, which does not exist;
Grasping through a void, an empty plain.
Wishing I'd fe
Jake walked into the terminal of the train depot and set down what he had left to check his wallet. He cursed himself for not doing so earlier.
In his wallet he found $48, as well as his debit card. "Lucky," he thought.
"What a surprise, I won again." He said, and picked up his possessions to approach the ticket booth.
He looked at the train schedule to see when the next train would leave. It didn't matter where it was going, as long as it was going.
There were three different destinations all leaving at 4:30 AM; San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Fe. He considered just picking Santa Fe, but decided to leave it up to chance. He pl
What My Friends Don't Do by dance-the-misery, literature
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What My Friends Don't Do
I'll still say this isn't happening
When I go to class and you're absent
And when I look at my newest tattoo
I'll tell myself it'll be gone when I look back
Because you are my friend
And when they told me what had happened
I knew it wasn't true
I knew it because you are my friend
And my friends don't die.
My sister's casual friends die.
Other people die.
They drink they drive, whatever.
We don't drink
And you don't die.
You are my friend.
And my friends don't just not wake up one day.
My friends live.
I knew they were lying.
You are my friend.
And three days later I watched you
As you laid there perfectly still for four ho
And now, Mr. The Fourth, you've caught me up
in quite the lobster cage, an advocate of teenage rage
I'd like to see you work your way out of this one.
I pout, as you know it's nothing, but still valiantly
win me back, none the less.
And you said you're just a hopeless romantic, helplessly trying
to make a sandwich with french bread, and I can't help
but let out a hearty guffaw at the relapse you've caused
in this hapless dreamer, in the clasp of your
good-hearted jaws. You mean well, and I mean
to make the most out of this, but I can't very well
be satisfied with satisfaction.
Now what kind of fighter would that make Bo Peep?
A r
Dropping Leaves like hope, the fall prevails
head hung in shame because I\'ve failed
the summer\'s gone and I am still three down
The sunset, it will seal my fate
two weeks, two days, two minutes too late
until my final needs return to me
And it seems I\'d almost won but then
black eyes return to conquer again
that bastard just keeps kicking me six feet under
I wake alone, I\'m shivering
It\'s cold out there, too cold for me
I\'m dying anyways, so I\'ll start digging
a pile of leaves, a shallow grave
my one accomplishment I have made.
Goodbye to the summer, goodbye to the world
They say lay low down to survive
There is no use
Now you\'ve reached the breaking point
where sunny days mean nothing
if there\'s snow on the ground
A happy face means nothing
when there\'s blood all around
The cold has made my heart so numb
I\'m doubting it\'s existance
My soul is freezing over, chilled
regardless of resistance
You\'re sleeping in your bed with her tonight
and more than anything
If I could wish to be someone else right now
I must say Carrie White
So I could take a set of kitchen knives
and fling them with my mind
Crucify you to the door frame
with a skewer in your side
And when she found you in the morning
you\'d be pure white, I\'d have your blood
You
The crimson pulse is getting to my brain
and now I can\'t even sleep
I lie pulling out my hair
just to feel clean
And finally the sleep starts to settle
on my eye lids
but then the blood
starts dripping in
And I tried so hard to ignore it
but the salt began to burn
so to block out the pain
I slit open my arm
It\'s still not enough
for you
So I\'m on the beach now
in a hurricane
and the sand is tearing my skin
Still not enough pain...
So last resort, the lemonade
A cup is never enough
I\'ll use a filled bathtub
of the freshly made stuff
And as the acid seeps in my wounds
I\'ll scream so loud I\'ll never hear
the whimper
While you keep changing
so do I
As your position shifts
my coordinates differ
Independent of you
my form changes
And although sometimes
our pieces match
our shapes are congruent
together we are content
I\'ll never be right for you
Your ideal woman will never
be reflected in my face
Never complacent
I\'ll never give in
I am your Pandora
I could spend hours applying makeup
hot ironing my hair, all for you
I will let it run down my face
letting my hair be matted by the rain, all for me
Never will what I feel for you
exceed what I feel for me
Someday, when you\'re through
with this bitter self-righteous contentedness,
you\
Near Death to Feel Life by dance-the-misery, literature
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Near Death to Feel Life
And the little pills with the cut lines
aren\'t doing anything anymore,
except matching the cut lines on my arms.
I\'m staring at the pretty blue veins
and I\'m wondering how on earth
I am going to be able to watch the pretty
purple blood spill out, yet keep enough
to do it again later.
Bleed me clean tonight,
stick the leeches on to cure me.
Wrap me up tight now
in barbed wire, let it slide right through me.
Today was the first in a long time
that I felt the electricity
course through my veins
Like red hot pokers in my side
it felt so good, the blinding pain.
Where is the butcher when I need him
and his meat hook
to hang
A Phoenix of Sorts by dance-the-misery, literature
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A Phoenix of Sorts
What more can I do, when breathing just doesn\'t cut it?
I\'ll cut myself.
What\'s left for me when my fire has turned cold?
I\'ll burn myself.
My heart is not broken, it\'s turned to dust
I\'m a changed person, not simply covered with rust
My insides have rotten, my blood now runs cold
A mind once sharp with concern, now layered with mold
And depsite the lack of obituaries and tears,
no headstone to commemorate the loss,
I\'m dead, I\'m ash, I\'ve returned to dust.
No wavering lines left to cross.
A new hateful being has risen from ash
No kind words will emerge from this mouth.
Love grown cold. Eyes uncaring. A Phoenix of sorts
I can see it coming down
the end-all be-all fight for our lives
I can see your shattered crown
the pieces cut like thousands of knives
Your kingdom is in shambles.
You need someone to blame,
I\'ve finally stepped through the door
You\'ve caused all your own pain.
You\'ve always sought to conquer
but now you see you should have destroyed
You\'ve raped and pilliaged my soul
I\'m your kamikaze toy.
It\'s all over.
You can do no more harm.
I\'ll see you in hell
with your baby in my arms.
Goodnight,sweet hateful bastard
the worst is yet to come...
Your nightmare is coming faster
The empire\'s come undone.
Vengeful Switch-hitting by dance-the-misery, literature
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Vengeful Switch-hitting
Third times the charm, kid
Cause each time I let it sink in before,
it sank clear out the other side!
Winding up in this goddamn fix again
with your tongue down my throat
your hand down my bra
your charm wrapped across my eyes
till I\'m a damned fool again.
The easiest way to a girl\'s heart
is to treat the broad like shit.
Agreement is a bore
Kindness poses no challenge
Why would I fight for
what I already have?
So I see that you now
have been eyeing her up
That\'s fine.
But so have I.
I\'ve been thinking about switch-hitting
enough already, kid
What a better way to start
then to leave you in our dust?
In recompense fo
Dead Cell Collection by dance-the-misery, literature
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Dead Cell Collection
Picking through your trash can
for a discarded fingernail
I\'m cleaning out your hairbrush
to find a souveneir
I\'d collect dust from your room
into a jar on my shelf
In hopes your dead skin
was intermixed with the filth
And I\'m sure you\'d love to think
that I\'ve done this because
I just want to be near you
That I\'m still blinded by \"love\"
But the real disgusting truth
behind the actions that were said
Is that I just want to be near
a piece of you that\'s dead
With each curly hair I\'m willing
that the end of each dead cell
was brought by my harsh words
or something pertaining to myself
As I examine each nail clippin
Today I buried all the corpses
Dug them into one mass grave
Only two were light to carry
so the rest I dragged the way
But it\'s not like they could feel
the roots that pierced their skin
I buried all the corpses!
...some I killed them once again...
I guess a few unlucky chaps
just could have fallen asleep
But the thought\'s ridiculous
that there\'s some live ones in the heap!
Of course there was that one
that still had steam vent from his chest
I suppose HE could have been alive
till I put that thought to rest
I didn\'t know the shovel was so sharp
Or that my arms were so strong
But when that blade came speeding down
He su
I welcome darkness,
To let it enfold,
To hold me safe.
To shield me from the madness,
To protect me from the pain,
Of this endless race,
Is the only way,
Or so it appears,
To those that have to face,
The endless toil,
The exhausting grind,
That would leave us a husk.
We strive to master,
This undesired situation,
Although it leads us to an early dusk
We lose sight of what is real,
What really matters to us,
By committing to this hopeless cause.
We need distance,
We need perspective,
To realize who we really are.
What we should think about,
Who we should care for,
But when we have come so far
We cannot go against our pr
Use me like your day job whore
You NEVER wanted me
And I cant fucking take this anymore
Too many glances
Too many smiles
But I always knew
That I wasnt worth the long hard miles
Just entertainment and a laugh or two
But then comes the day
And I could never fucking say no to you
So watch me bleed
And die inside
Watch me hide
These tears of grey
For logic you have taken
Now i\'m just another whore
Working the fucking day
Use me like your day job whore
It\'s all a game to you
But it could have been...so much fucking more
Too many glances
Too many smiles
But I always knew
That I wasnt worth the long hard miles
Just a toy u
DYING PARADE-andoulookanoldpic by diedrei, literature
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DYING PARADE-andoulookanoldpic
Cold and decrepit the wanderer walks within.
Followers trailing behind like a cape of glorified destruction
Seeking more to join the parade.
This circus of half eaten prey.
We\'ll knock on each door, us corpses on strings
Calling out
Calling out
For they say that we can not let ourselves in
The handle is never on our side of the wall
So put a smile on our dieing faces
A rose within our hands
And a deception upon our lips.
Believe us and come play
Come play in the sun, while we know it to be the rain
Ignore the burning.
Ignore the pain
Ignore the flies crawling from our eyes
For we wish only to play
As we seek more to join th
haha I'd like to have this entry officially end that teen angst crap I used to "write". What a pretentious load vagslobber. Ehhh my life is so rough, I'm an upper middle class teenager who got dumped. Fuck that. I've been happy for far too long for any of this shit to be applicable anymore. I'm not gonna delete this crap because I think whenever I do get sad, it will do me some good to come back and laugh at what a douchebag I used to be.
oh i deffinitely remember you my dear ^-^ I shall check out your new stuff in a bit . I dont post poetry as deviations anymore though, I just put them in my dev Journal.
*SPLAT!* You've been hit by a snowball!! This is the beginning of the 2003 - 2004 deviantart snowball fight!!! Choose three of your friends.... and hit them with some snowballs!! (to do that, just copy paste this message to their account) The only rule is, you can't hit me back!! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!! Good luck, and try not to get hit!!
Hi there. It's Mauri (~regretful) I'm not going to be using that account any more so I'm going to be devWatching you from this account now. Have a good day.