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Literature
Unrequited
I want to own your soul, like you own mine.
I want you to understand how I ache for you.
I want you to see past my skin like I see past yours.
Please understand -
that I long for you.
Please understand -
that I am not obsessed.
You just consume my being.
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Literature
No such thing as death
When I die...
I will just die.
And I'm all right with that.
What makes up "me"
In body
In mind
Will die.
And I'm all right with that.
Because there is so much more than me!
We are all movement! Nothing is permanent!
The particles that make my body? They will flow into something else! And out of that! And into another!
My death will not be the end. My birth was not the beginning. I am part of something so much bigger.
I am part of the universe.  
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Literature
No news is bad news
What happened?
Will I ever know?
Did something dramatic happen? Did you (God forbid) die? Were you hurt?
Was it as simple as losing a password?
Why did you suddenly stop?
Did you somehow find out I had feelings for you? Were you disgusted with me?
Or did you never like me at all? Did you discard me once I was no longer useful?
Because all I know is that although you were far away, you were okay! And that made things better than they could've been. Not better, you were gone for crying out loud! But, better.
And suddenly I knew nothing. You could be dead as I write this. You could be at home, glad that the intense heat that the summers of your country has have started to disappear, whilst dreading the biting cold of the winter.
I hope for the latter.
But really. What happened? And will I ever know?
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Literature
Two years
I don't even know how long it's been.
I was never good at dates.
Just after Halloween?
That would make it nearly two years.
But it doesn't feel like two years!
I can still see your face! I can still see the pale of your skin! Still see the red strands of your hair! I remember us running down corridors and laughing!
No. It can't have been two years.
If it'd been two years, how could I still feel the hurt? The hurt of you walking away, suddenly on the other side of a continent. How could I remember you slowly fading away, until one day I was scrabbling at the empty air where you'd once been?
No. It can't have been two years.
If it's been two years, why do I still pine for you?
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Gender + Sexuality Spectrum by Teaislove Gender + Sexuality Spectrum :iconteaislove:Teaislove 1 6
Literature
Shadows
Shadows scare me. When no one looks they reach out to me.
They burn to the touch.
When the moontime comes, the weak leave. They melt into a sea of themselves so great that they cannot move.
But the strong stay, dim but there, under street lamps, moonbeams. skulking. Waiting for their chance.
From their mouths pour hollow voices that make no sense.
The only way to drive them away is to write words too dangerous to speak aloud into the air.
Shapes that the human hand shouldn't be able to make. Distorted fingers. Palms bent backwards.
No where is safe. The sun warms me. But they lurk, reaching out, knotting my hair, scratching my skin.
If I cry out people stare. Crazy they call me.
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Literature
Barren
Can a broken heart break?
You left. Why did my heart break? We were not lovers, we were friends. But on that last day with you, before you left, you cried.
Was that because of me? Or simply because you didn't want to return to your homeland?
My heart broke.
I had your messages though. At first they were many, they happened quickly. Like a stream, they seemed never ending, and I felt that maybe I wasn't broken after all.
Then, and I don't know how, the river stopped. And I was the land. Without you I felt barren, like a desert.
And yes, my broken heart broke again.
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Literature
Sun
Sonsa!
What is your true name? I speak your name in a foreign tongue, but still you are unknown to me!
Aurinko!
What is your true name? I bow to you, but still you are unknown to me!
Soleil!
What is your true name? I let you caress my skin, but still you are unknown to me!
Ghrian!
What is your true name? I worship you. You are my sky mother. A bright light that illuminates the world...
But still you are unknown to me.
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Literature
Nervous, part two
He could see nothing, but he felt enough. The ground sucked him in, squelching as he pulled himself out to take another step.
Meg, on the other hand, barely made a sound. He heard her feet pitter-patter across but, even in the dark, she was as graceful as ever.
Soon, the resistance stopped. He realised that they were no longer in mud, but water. It was even hindering Meg now, but her splashes were minuscule.
Suddenly, Meg stopped. He didn't even see, and walked right into her.
"Why did you stop? What's wrong?"
She didn't reply at first. Then she said it.
"It's getting narrower"
"Well can we still walk?"
"Yes"
"Then what's the problem"
She didn't reply.
"You're scared aren't you?"
"Of course not! Fear is a human emotion. I simply feel uneasy."
"Meg. I command you to continue."
"As you wish"
He soon noticed it. The ceiling sloped so that he had to bend his head down (Though Meg could still stand). The walls pressed into him. Soon they were both on their knees, wading through the water, s
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Literature
Bigotry
Bigotry is but a whore.
But a pig.
Wallowing
on her back.
In filth.
Contractions eternal, a new disgusting
thing
born every second.
Slipping through
her.
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Mature content
Massacre :iconteaislove:Teaislove 0 0
Literature
Nervous
Nervous
That was not the word that went through his mind as he struggled to find a way to describe
his feelings. Nervouse didn't word the fear, yet excitment he felt. Nervous didn't tell of
how the anticipation hung in the air like cobwebs.
But it was all he could think of. It'd have to do.
He had all he needed right here. The vial. The fire. The right time. The right place. But
still a voice in his head whispered, "what are you doing here? Go home".
He shook his head and the thoughts scattered, and he heard their echo bounce off the walls,
"Home, home, home" and then fade to nothing.
He had no distractions now. He should get to work.
A sharp gust of wind cut through him like a knife, and a branch rustled-
She was here.
He was shocked. He hadn't even summoned her. But here she was.
"I didn't call you"
"You were going to"
She looked him straight in the eyes, not at all scared. Not like him. He looked away,
ashamed.
NO! He was her master! He wasn't going to let her stare him down like th
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Literature
Grow to conquer
An idea grows
Little stalk
Could be trodden into the dust
By a less careful mind.
But this one
This one sees it.
This one cups it's hands around it.
And it grows
Skyward.
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Literature
You
You...
You trapped me
With a tongue that released criticism.
You beat me
With every ounce of paranoia a slap.
You made me
So angry
At myself
For wanting to leave you.
But now
I'll...
I'll let you go
And watch you walk away
Spitting.
Now I'll
Let you heal
I'll keep my words to myself.
I'll make you
So angry
For a while
But then
Calm.
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Literature
Mello, the early years, chapter one
"Tell me, Watari does he speak English?"
"As far as I know L, no he doesn't "
"Hmmm", the dark haired man nibbled on a strawberry, deep in thought. "That'll make fitting in at the orphanage difficult. Can't we send him to the Wammys house in Moscow?"
The older man reached into his brief-case and pulled out a file. He slid it across the table.
"He has the highest I.Q out of all the ages seven to thirteen".
The younger man flicked through he file "For an eight year old ? That is impressive."
"So you understand? "
"Yes Watari, when does he arrive?"
"In two days".
"Вам будет хорошо в детском доме-английски,Михаил?"
"Да, я буду."
The woman bent her knees so that she was at eye level with the boy. "Т
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Literature
France deathfic (FANFIC)
His face is lined, and his hair isn't the gold of his youth. But still he is beautiful. Still he is enough to draw stares, and people to him.
He knows that the others are most likely dead, and even if not, he will never see them again.
He will die. Soon. Two hundred years, he has left, tops. The child he once was would laugh at him. An old man, close to death. The real France will never die ! But, if this were to happen, he would hush the child, smile, and tell him of how little he knew.
Death is terrifying. He was catholic, once. Once he was so sure. But now he doubts everything. He used to think that he'd die with England by his side, he used to think he would die, if ever, with people.
But now he is alone.
A grey, weathered once-nation, kept only alive by the descendants of his people, sits on another planet, in another universe, and weeps for the years lost, and for what he can no longer have.
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boys who love their grandmothers
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
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living in sin
church is no place to discover
you're a lesbian:
like a cat in heat
trapped under those pews
i shut my eyes
and realize the brakes are shot
and all that's left
is a sex chromosome
and society
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we will never grow old together
we will never grow old
muscles loose
beneath holy jeans
divine and baptised a thousand
times
when did the nerves
grow soft?
rain fallen on the hair
of cleopatra &
tennyson
i didn't think about it
with ears pressed to the trees
the universe expanding
& pulling my life
in every direction
that 103 and dying
on my birthday
sounded so romantic
but less than
32 promised an eternity
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wanderlust
i was all sex and stitches
with every color on a TV screen;
(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.
the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
organs;
you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--
and i--i wanted cancer
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Heyhey :3

So, names Sinead/Idekanymore :) I'm a writer (Mainly poetry and fanfiction) and artist (Mainly weird psychedelic stuff).

I live in London, UK, and that's the most you're getting out of me :P
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