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A Knife In My Chest by mourningstar1414, literature

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A Knife In My Chest

A Knife In My Chest There is a knife in my chest, friend. I feel it's weight, like a heavy stone It's settled in my heart and made a home. It's scratched and dull, but it pricks me to no end That people don't see that at best I'm worried, and at worst, distressed. They don't feel the knife in my chest. You glance at me quickly, but don't look away Your mouth opens, but you have nothing to say. It makes sense that you see it-your chest is just as marred. Don't be surprised- No one leaves a knife fight unscarred. The words tumble out, they fall like rocks from your lips. Gravity pulls them down, and they sink like ships- And yet

Jumping by mourningstar1414, literature

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Jumping

"Can I jump that high?" I asked, tilting my head upwards. A wall stood before me, paved with dreams deterred and the words of reality. The real world is a red brick wall and nowhere to go. "Can I jump that high?" I asked myself. Through, over, under, around The only ways to get where you're going. Where am I going? "Can I jump that high?" A gloved hand reaches out, but I don't accept help. The world is colored yellow gray green blue? I begin to lose the ability to tell the difference. A multitude of people surround me, moving as though zombies. "Stay on the ground, nobody knows what's on the other side!" "Sta

Questions by mourningstar1414, literature

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Questions

What happens when I'm dead and gone when my life is lost, when there's no more dawn? Sunsets sinking on empty hills No more laughs, no more thrills... Will you remember me? A breaking laugh, phones and green, a lucky chance and a movie- Memories of you, you see. Are they memories of me? Will I be free of the mixed joys and pains of life's insanity? Will you forget me, my name, my face? Am I just another girl for you to chase? Will I be just another voice trapped in the cage of the woes of a dying age? Will I be a sweet memory, or will I be the gilded lily? Perhaps the snow smuggled to the road you paved? The simple rose on t

Procrastination by mourningstar1414, literature

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Procrastination

I have a desperate desire that burns withing me, burning like a star: driven by a dire, drastic, despairing need to burn as bright as possible before losing everything that makes it what it is. This hope lies in my hand like a tiny candle, ready to be blown out by anyone foolish enough to say "Happy, happy birthday!" and make a wish... Life, with it's shiny baubles and twinkling lights, beckons me towards it with a hopeful smile, saying "enjoy," in words covered in wrapping paper, with a shiny little bow on top. Reality, with it's cold eyes and cruel smirk, turns towards me and asks with metal in its voice, "What's the d

The Grackle by mourningstar1414, literature

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The Grackle

You are the lifeless grackle crowding the telephone lines. You fly in large flocks with your smooth, slick, shiny feathers, the color of an oil spill seeping into the ocean. Your eyes are as yellow as a kindergartner's paint, sickly and beady, always hard, always angry. In true form of the grackle, you cackle and screech for attention, begging for the trash and scraps of strangers, unaware that your voice is drowned out by the squabbles of others, and never heard. Were we to listen for you, all we would hear is a cacophony of discord. In my mind, you are a shallow pond, reflecting images of what I don't see: bent over flowers, w

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A Knife In My Chest by mourningstar1414, literature

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A Knife In My Chest

Jumping by mourningstar1414, literature

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Questions by mourningstar1414, literature

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Procrastination by mourningstar1414, literature

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Procrastination

The Grackle by mourningstar1414, literature

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The Grackle

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Apr 4, 1997
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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I am a girl. I exist, sometimes. I write poetry and pretend it's good, mainly because I'm a crappy artist. Some of my favorite bands are Three Days Grace, Evanescence, and My Chemical Romance. I also rather like Green Day and Black Veil Brides. Three Doors Down aren't half bad either. I really don't know what else to say, so I'm just gonna end with AWKWARD TURTLE.

Current Residence: Mofo
Favourite genre of music: generally rock, and most of it's subgeneres, though I do listen to other stuff from time to tim
Personal Quote: "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." -Joe Lewis

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y'know, "My Chemical Romance" sounds like a drug addiction...

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My Chemical Romance

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mourningstar1414

Nov 15, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. -Another poem that I really like

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mourningstar1414

Jul 21, 2011

Favorite Poem

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Here's one of my favorite poems, and I just found it online so I thought I'd make a journal out of it:        TWO DEAD BOYS: Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout, I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about; The admission is free, so pay at the door, Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor. One fine day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight; Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other. A blind man came to watch fair play, A mute man came to shout 'Hooray! ' A deaf policeman heard the noise and Came to stop those two dead boys. He lived on the corner in the middle of the

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mourningstar1414

Jul 14, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Rules for the game: 1. Copy and paste the questions you're tagged with on your own journal. Answer every question thoroughly. 2. You must post 10 different questions written and made up by you after you finish your 10 questions. 3. You must then tag 10 people who must answer your questions. Make sure you tell each person that you tagged them! 4. Ask any question you want (as long as it's appropriate)! 5. You must post the rules! Tagged by: :~strawberrie1234: My questions: 1. If you draw, what is your favorite thing to draw?( If you write, write and if you take photos, favorite subject) 2.What is your biggest fear? 3. Who is your bi

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Joe-Roberts

Aug 5, 2012

Thanks for faving A Breach in the Vortex [link]

DestinieKirby

May 2, 2012

Hi there! Thanks so much for the fave on THIS IS OPERA! Your support is greatly appreciated, and I hope that you have a wonderfully blessed day.

arcaneEquinox

Dec 30, 2011

Broski, you never comment back and I am your only watcher. It seems so creepy! XD

mourningstar1414

Jan 1, 2012

Well I'm commenting back now! XD And I don't really get on too much. -shrug- So it's not surprising I do nothing and have no watchers. lol.

And hah, yeah.

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strawberrie1234

Jul 17, 2011

Dear

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I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on the catholic priest. I'm sure you're open enough to understand you need a sex change. I'm returning the couch cushions, but keeping your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I will always remember the peptalks and your cucumber fetishism is weird.
Go drown yourself,

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