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Losing It

I'm kind of going crazy, I'm caught inside my mad mind. Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine! The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur. I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur! And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin; The hair is falling down and the voices make a din! I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key, So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.

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I Want To Be A Great Writer

Writers all have a common goal in mind for the words they write. To lead the readers somewhere the author believe they deserve to go. And though writing has changed over the centuries this simple fact has yet to change in literature. Recently in my attempts to improve my own writing through reading the works of Nobel Prize winners, Pulitzer Prize winners , and great writers of the site (oaklungs (https://www.deviantart.com/oaklungs) , lupus-astra (https://www.deviantart.com/lupus-astra) , nosedivve (https://www.deviantart.com/nosedivve) , insomniaplague (https://www.deviantart.com/insomniaplague) ), I noticed something I didn't particularly enjoy about the ways we each wrote. We (majority of the writers of the site including myself) guide the readers hand in hand like a tour guide p

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Losing It by WordOfChen, literature

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Losing It

A Drop of Kindness by AsakoBunny, literature

All I Want by CrumbledWings, literature

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All I Want

I want someone to talk to it may not sound like much but its all I want of you I want to never be alone to never be forced to hear the silent creaks of my home I want someone to share with me to give me the pieces of their day through tiny conversations, and hearty stories till there's nothing left to say I want someone to stay with me on those many cold nights when the only thing that can keep me warm are their sweet whispered delights I want someone it hardly matters who to stick with me and stay with me through the transgressions of my days the weaknesses of my soul and share the same with me make me feel whole I want to someone to ta

Gone a Little Rotten by WordOfChen, literature

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Gone a Little Rotten

I don't know when it started. When I'd gone a little off. When my mind had gotten twisted, And bubbled like a broth. I don't know when it happened, When I'd gone a little green. When I'd turned a little rotten; And dreamed a rotten dream. And I don't know why it happened, But this I know to say; Twenty-two are buried here, But twenty-three today... ...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^) - Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013

Die by WordOfChen, literature

Literature

Die

Die: Such a simple word, spewed without thought. "I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed." But what if we actually gave meaning to those words? Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight, Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart? Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands; Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes? Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward, Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others? To say that one is deserving of death, Suggests that you are ready to kill. And if indeed you are ready to kill, Then you too must be prepared to die.

CT5R pt. 3 - Recruitment: Serren vs. Jett by Necrophear, literature

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CT5R pt. 3 - Recruitment: Serren vs. Jett

A twang, then a muffled explosion; a bit much to take down a snow fox, but the hunter had tired of trying for precise shots through the endless flurries of snow. His breath puffed out in ragged bursts as the man strode through the snow to his prey, moving in fits and starts over the unsteady terrain. The mewling of the injured fox became more desperate as the man came up to crouch beside his squirming prey. The hunter smirked as the small creatures eyes rolled back in its fear, pulling out his weapon again to hover over the fox's stomach. A last squeal became a gurgling shriek as the strange implement drove deep into the fox's belly, the man

Strings by Necrophear, literature

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Strings

I hope that you love her And I hope that she is a good friend to you I will be right here These strings across my hollow body I hope that he is good in bed I hope he bites your neck Just a little too hard Well, I didn't want to love you And next time there's a lightning storm Just Stay home And I will sleep Alone tonight Yeah, and I will smoke My last marlboro Yeah, and I won't ask If you're feeling alright Because honey I don't Wanna know He will want to know about me You'll tell him I'm not half as good As she is and We'll both know that you're lying But this puddle doesn't know Which way the sea is Yeah, this puddle doesn't know Which

The Real Writers by WordOfChen, literature

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The Real Writers

The Real Writers: There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets, Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort. They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them, Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified. Posers... What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies, Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady. So convinced are they, of their own aptitude; They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego. For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys, He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses. He is not the hipster debating ancient literature. For he is a monst

The Flower of Evil by WordOfChen, literature

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The Flower of Evil

The Flower of Evil: Evil is but a blooming flower, Alluring, captivating. It is born from a humble seed And grows to corrupt a forest. To watch its infection spread; To be a part of its existence... I can think of no better prospect, Can you? Indeed one might baulk at the idea, Of seeing millions suffer. To watch worlds scream and writhe; To see them suffer and die, with living eyes... Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation, Fear that shakes me to my very core; Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure: As I am frightened, so too am I aroused. I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation; To the borderline between rapture and rup

I'm talking myself in circles, by DearPoetry, literature

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I'm talking myself in circles,

I screamed, "There is nothing wrong with me, not a damn thing.” I wanted to believe the big dipper on my arm meant something more than sun marks & kisses. But, how can I trust words that slip through my teeth as easy as breathing when this star has only ever learned how to f a l l ?

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