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celestial capitol

Dec 22, 2018

a very lengthy and long-overdue summer travel journal! In June, my mom, brother, and I visited China. It was my fourth time, and I loved it as usual! ^.^ We landed in Shanghai on the 2nd, and my uncle drove us down to my grandparents' home in Deqing. For the next few days, after adjusting to jet lag, we spent time with family around the city: going grocery shopping, checking out a bookstore, dropping by a music shop to buy rosin for my erhu, and attending a dinner party with my mom's old friends! I got to read and write a lot in the comfort of my grandparents' apartment, which has not changed one bit since the first time I was there as a t

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blackbird

. i. i like to count your ribs when you're not looking. the hollow dips, the gentle pressure they put on your skin. you're underweight by a few ticks of the scale, but, so am i. ii. we both hate taking our medicine. so my hands shake and your lungs ache, but we just laugh it off because we're young and we have forever. right? iii. you like different books. that's okay. iv. we rip the pages out of our memoirs and cry on your bedspre

Featured

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homeache

missing pieces (of you) everywhere i go apple tree outside my bedroom window singing me to sleep, her roots where i buried my brown rabbit with the white patch on his chest fluffy clouds on the walls, stickers on the furniture retro farmers wallpaper in the garage we never removed: so tacky worn in the years flew by and the love wearing it down dad making makeshift dinners when mom worked late flipping eggs on a pan facing that peeling countryside playing on the car rug every day before or after homework biking up and down the sidewalk when there was nothing else to do and throwing dried up apples over the fence high as we could trying t

. britsad .

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these bitter kids have sharper hips

oh, i am aching to pry apart this skull & meet the ghosts thumping at its insides. i'm just pining for a rib cage like a funeral pyre or a staircase; i want to bloom from these bitter bones & waste - (until i'm the corpse sleeping in the casket)

. counting-vertebrae .

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but, i digress.

my head hurts where my jaw hooks like a coat hanger onto the rest of my face my condyle cracking like someone threw goldfish into the gears of my sweet, lovely "temporomandibular" joints jesus what a word also this can now officially be called a poem because i have used an obscure, anatomical term and everyone knows that you're not a poet until you start making metaphors with physiological vocabulary (but seriously, ouch)

. drowsydoe .

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. pansydiv .

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tidal heart

i can still hear the sirens, can't you? listen to the city sing, dear boy. you keep trauma in your pockets like a coin, like your charm comes from flippant words and not those moments when your grin tips the world, lights your sweet eyes, and i keep washing ashore on the same idea, just a fever dream / no apology when you say those things that you don't mean pero tú, por favor, no te vayas. i want you to be happy. i love your smile. i barely know you. i haven't told you this and i don't think i ever will but one can hope. there is a crack in everything / that's how the light gets in dear boy, i am the light. let me in. the idea i

. PatchworkLynx .

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. peaseblossoms .

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. satanhalo .

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7:40 p.m.

dead ants lined up on the sidewalk look more thorn sharp than i ever will for prom night or my wedding day what was written in the third bathroom stall was artistic and pretentious like desert mirages: i'm stealing things from a prompt list because i don't know what to say like how i don't know how to start off a poetry S L A M ! those books on the table and start ripping out the pages which first words start with the letter 'h' calm d o w n VIOLENTLY a·pos·ta·sy

. skullhips .

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memos to my eating disorder

1. i hate your guts. 2. i still feel pride when i tell people what you made me do. 3. you're sick. and twisted. and disgusting. 4. but so am i. 5. i'm sorry. 6. i was never good enough for you. 7. LEAVE ME ALONE. 8. why are you always there? 9. why won't you go away? 10. i can't stop writing you love letters. 11. you make me want to throw up. 12. ironic, huh. 13. why are you even here? 14. why can't i get rid of you? 15. why don't i want to get rid of you? 16. i miss you. come back.

. snowveins .

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i need you guys to listen to these poems + mine :D

Nov 20, 2015

we listened to these in creative writing & i started shaking & nobody understood the meaning of either of them. i was the only one who understood what these are about. these are such incredible poems that i love so much & so in a second i'm going to read the thing i wrote. love you guys EDIT: here's the one that i wrote! https://soundcloud.com/punkrockghost/monsters-under-my-bed/s-IWthY

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Four Months In, Four Months Without

Two Weeks Without: The funeral was this Wednesday. His mother was there, and his sister cried the whole time. They ignored me, and it was like I wasn’t even there. I don’t think they wanted me there, they never did. They may have loved their son but they have never loved me. The truth is, I’m scared to go back home, his ghost still waits for me and I want him back but not like this. I miss him, or really someone that could actually stand being around me. I even miss the arguing. I remember just how annoying it was. He always thought he knew what was right for me, for us. Sometimes I said things just to see if he really ca

Prose

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decompose

the current has turned up all my doubt paraded like garbage after the flood no matter how long you spend trying to scoop me out there’s more to find because if nothing else I’m so good at creating & forgetting building up the dam until it crumbles dig the well to draw out water forfeit in peat & muck earth tilled & land made & eroded like heavy boots I will sink & by then I’m all out of ways to give

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an atheist's guide to grieving

i. let your soliloquies be private, a prayer to trees and trees alone-- cargo shorts, baby hairs, everywhere soft. tuck it away: that song by the kills, muffled sex under blankets, apologies through gritted teeth ii. when the news arrives, remember this was not special. a hundred other girls spoke sottovoce into his mouth, felt the blue valley of his collarbone iii. watch but say nothing as they stumble over his pronoun & still pinch tiny rainbow pins at his funeral. iv. flinch every time you see an ongoing truck v. remember him at all the wrong times: drunk with friends, making breakfast, masturbating vii. put that record on

.. th readbare ..

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18: Books

If books were people, I'd have hundreds of lovers. 'Cause I'll never learn to stop falling in love, And staying in love, with every book I read.

.. dialects ..

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.. echolalia ..

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all the words taste like salt on my lips, although all the oceans evaporated and stopped throwing up corpses long ago; now all our souls lie bloated in the burning sand - the sun beating down on our heads like a war drummer that got lost along with the cause. (there's a feast for the crows, but I don't think they're hungry.)

.. cordis tangite ..

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Apocalypse

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Artisan Crafts

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celestial capitol

Dec 22, 2018

Journals

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CONTEST CLOSED - All Hallow's Tales 2018

Oct 1, 2018

11/3/18: Winners have been announced! Congratulations all! THIS CONTEST IS CLOSED TO ENTRIES! The judges will now ruminate upon your efforts over the next week. We will hopefully announce results on October 31. Thanks everyone for participating! PROSE GALLERY POETRY GALLERY This contest is generously sponsored by prize donors and: %CRLiterature (https://www.deviantart.com/crliterature) :iconcommunityrelations: "'THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them. And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believed to be right), and expect us

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August: Choose Your Top Three Results!

Aug 29, 2015

This monthly project aims to showcase the six word stories that you find awesome! At the beginning of the month, we asked you to choose your top three favourite six word stories from this folder. Firstly, many thanks to these people who participated: ~UniqueStrangeAwesome (https://www.deviantart.com/uniquestrangeawesome) :iconmajorasmasks: :iconbattlefairies: :iconmusic---junky: :iconfierydownpour479: :iconsecret-ninja-super-m: :iconmitoxd: :iconlalaith913: :iconBlacksmithofAngels: The results were quite scattered! However, there were three pieces that tied as the most liked, which will be shown on our front page for a month! Congratulations to...:thumb533773237: :devuniquestrangea

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My Daily Deviations Highlights

Aug 25, 2015

Hi everybody :wave: I usually refrain from tags, but Astarsia (https://www.deviantart.com/astarsia) and Lintu47 (https://www.deviantart.com/lintu47) threw this project my way, and it is so important for the community... So, here it is! Do you know the feeling when you see something you like, and then another one, and another one, till you embarque yourself in a trip? This is what happened to me. I started looking for recent DD's and I got carried away also back in time till 2006 :giggle: And here are some of the gems I found...: And now, some Daily Deviations from 2015 December by escume (https://www.deviantart.com/escume) ( Suggested by Ginryuzaki (https://www.deviantart.com/ginryuzaki) and Featured by MidnightExigent (https://www.deviantart.com/midnightexigent) ) A Fire in the Heavens by JJcanvas (https://www.deviantart.com/jjcanvas) ( Featured by Aeirmid (https://www.deviantart.com/aeirmid)

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. " we accept the love we think we deserve. " .

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blue feathers by inthespacebetween, literature

in between, by RoseScarlet, literature

weighted. by comatose-comet, literature

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weighted.

divide me down to bones and dust, unlace these supposed sentiments, i am two fever eyes, a rabbit heart, the ability to run. break yourself on my rocks. i have love affairs with concrete megaliths, gothic churches, buildings stood for so long that they have forgotten what falling apart feels like. i am corseted by love. you bend my silhouette into curved romantic lies, i cannot love you with these hollow bones, i am all crumble, i am all carved i have forgotten what falling feels like, these walls are mortar, my skin steel, i am two achilles heels, an empty birdcage, the inability to love. break yourself on my wrists, i won’t feel

pelagic seas. by comatose-comet, literature

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pelagic seas.

i wake up dreaming in aphotic waters, i sleep with wide rabbit eyes, how can you escape a phantom that is veined through your skin? i am a whale swallowing beaches to find weight in all this buoyancy, i am a stag tangling antlers with oak branches to find br-ea-k in all this armour, everyone tells me i look good for someone biting the plum flesh of full-moon nights, grinding teeth on the rinds of soured yesterdays; no-one should repeat my mistakes. i am a haunted new showroom home, no-one seems to suspect that there are cracks under all this smile, under all this laugh, under all this light. my scars fibre-webbed, opal, moonstone, the wei

fix(ation). by comatose-comet, literature

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fix(ation).

I am chain-smoking my way through lovers with blurred smokescreened faces. I am not doing much of anything productive, spending nights daydreaming about your billowed bedsheets, your apricot skin. My tar-stained fingers are too messy for your kind of romance, your cotton-blue dreaming of boys with slick hair, boys with rose bouquets and tight jeans, boys with cologne that smells of Paris, I am too much curve, too much cynic, too much woman for your kind of daydream. Hunched like crow over carrion, we walk down London streets that blur into one tarmac river, I count the tally-marks of road lines and list off all the sun signs I’ve kiss

tire-tracks. by comatose-comet, literature

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tire-tracks.

We sit in your car in the dark, it feels like the universe ends at the edges of the headlights. (Before you had a car, the world seemed much bigger). Some conversations are built for cars, the happiest moments, the saddest; I have been told so many secrets between gear changes that 40mph has become a state of mind. (Before I sat in the front seat of my mum’s car, there were no hard conversations). You sit with your head rolled back against the seat, seatbelt still on, we are parked by an old deer park but we are hurtling through our words as if we were sentient crash dummies aware of imminent impact. You tell me about your sister&#

adolescent idols. by comatose-comet, literature

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adolescent idols.

You with your lilac perfumes and claw-footed bathtubs, you with your pleasant gods with their ivory skin and smiling eyes, poised in golden robes, wrapped in divine light, they make you toast in the morning and bless your travels, they hold back tides, they stop traffic, you walk through life under their watchful gaze, your childhood is a talisman. My gods are liars, cruel and iron-fisted. They left me in a field of brambles, gave me nothing but barbed wire teeth and gatling gun hands, I learned to spit and curse and fight before I could pray on bruised knees. They tested and tempered me with tragedies; I am a weapon of self-destruction they

newspaper cuttings. by comatose-comet, literature

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newspaper cuttings.

It is the smallest things that make you realise you are not alone, example: You lie on the kitchen floor, cold tiles hard against your spine, and think about the great vastness of space and the weight of void heavy on your chest. You think about how many people you can call on your phone who would understand this, but your palms are empty of love-lines and your contact list devoid of lifelines. You stare dully at a pack of paracetamol on the worktop and think about what nothingness would feel like. You don’t reckon it would feel much different to being, at least what being is right now. You lie there transfixed and mute, until a sudden

broken heart syndrome. by comatose-comet, literature

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broken heart syndrome.

i was born in a december that was no more mine than the snow or the sky was, the stars would glint like street -lights dancing in shards over black ice, i held my mother’s hand. my first kiss was at midnight new years eve, and january slipped off its overcoat as it stepped in the door, i thought it would be the shortest month but it was the longest, lingering still on the edges of every other heartbreak (nothing hurts like the first). february with all her pretty smiles, with all her quiet tragedies, i tucked my cat’s death in the corners of a leap day spent crying, folded my parent’s divorce in the fortnights sleepwalking

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