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unrequitedwhere were you when i was drinking kerosene, and staring at the matches?
where were you when i was cutting open my couch to make a place to hide, a place to
hibernate?

you're so hard to look at

you're so

oh, god
oh, wait

oh, no

you're like a ten ton weight in the pit of my stomach.
you make me
hate myself

because i know i'll never be good enough for you

stop ruining autumn.listen:

fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.

listen:

two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves, who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.

and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."

listen:

on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged

miragei.
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end

ii.
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour

iii.
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wond

dont make me do thatsometimes i worry that you're going to turn into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night:

the girl smoking up black tar heroin and pain killers on the side of the street because you can't even begin to deal with the things inside of you so you just numb it all. you just numb it all.

you do it so you don't have to feel a thing, not even me, not even this, not even the beauty between everything ugly and it's going to cut me up.

sometimes i worry that you're going to turn me into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night, but instead of black tar heroin i'll just have to look into your eyes and you'll drain me of everything i ever knew. i'll forget

because sometimes i'm scared
i admired and arbhored my flesh in pale light crawling through unkempt window panes.
i would be lying if i said that almost every fractured mark didn't remind me of you. every
sickly scar, every cryptic contusion reminds me of your seraphic face; dark eyes and
eroded red lips, pale skin and serrated stubble that habitually rubbed me raw. but our
ceramic complexions had a tendency to flush, the only color to ever stain our pallid skin.
but really, there's a monster growing inside you and i. his name is loneliness. desolation
and alienation bloom in us like callow lillies, fresh to be picked for a funeral. we're made
of anchors cl

white noise behindnot pale,
just soft
so it doesn't cut our waking eyes
against the edge of the morning's light,
piercing
after the touch of the dark
and the dreams
fading in the sunrise
while you and i
coalesce in our vision as the sleep melts away.

it's not right,
how the day looms over us like this
as we lay wrapped in daydreams
and blankets and breathless wonder
as we think
of the vast, yawning world and how
we both followed the sound
of the same sweet song
never realizing we were singing
until we felt the words against our skin.
all the times we felt lost and alone
walking just to be moving
no longer believing
there was a destinati

All That I WantAll that I want is
to not be alone,
to feel like I'm needed,
and that I am known.

All that I want is
to stop all these tears,
to feel more than sadness,
for all of these years.

All that I want is
to be by your side,
to feel your hands touch me,
and know that your mine.

stop running and just look.imagine this,

we're lying in bed
bare chest to bear chest
all warm skin and racing hearts

i can feel every curve,
every smooth plane
of your naked body

i'd stay like this forever
my face nuzzled into
your collar bone

my eyes tightly shut
your soft breath on my hair;
safe.

picture this,

we're sitting on my bench
its cold and you have your arms around me
whispering "warm up babe, warm up my love"

the stars are out just for us,
my legs are over yours
with a blanket tightly around us

i'm smiling and you're whispering
secrets into the pink shell of my ear
telling me "i'm falling for you, miss may.
i'm really falling

zeeroofourten smile
i bet if you broke her heart you would apologize.
you'd curl his fingers around her locks and cop out
i bet if you broke her heart you would say 'i'm so sorry'
only i would know you 'sincere' pardon-me's were hollow
and she could carry on with her high self esteem
her brain leisons all in tact
while i'm left here, trying to connect red wires to blue
my abdomin muscle's the only thing keeping me together
walking across a tight rope wire crying,
'this should be you, i knew better. this should be her,
she's so fucking niave, i thought i knew better--'

and i'll be the one up with you at six in the morning
hardly keeping myself toget

give up.
today i am a pessimist-

the world is just a
little grayer
than it's supposed to be,
and i'd much rather
sit alone
than become a "you and me".

today i am a tragedy-

i want you to make me
cry tonight
and let out all the air
that i've been holding
inside of me
until my lungs have become bare.

i find myself having to practice
how to put a smile on my lips
so the world won't think i'm hollow.
(even though i feel
lik

Three Adventures of DeathThree Adventures of Death:

1. Death

“Excuse me, sir,” Death says.

The businessman looks over, eyes widening as he takes in the faceless, androgynous figure, the darker-than-midnight robes and the gigantic scythe. A head-case, for sure. Or maybe... No, that would be ridiculous. Either way, he pretends he doesn’t notice, though he obviously has, and continues on his way.

“Sir?” Death persists, following in fluid movements, flowing more than walking.

The businessman glances back over his shoulder once, completely ruining his weak charade of obliviousness, and sees the othe

acknowledgements
i had to take a lot of drugs to learn how to love plastic.
lou reed even warned me so. i had to take a lot of drugs to love plastic;
pliable, rigid, coloured, colorful, unattached plastic.
i started doing a lot of drugs and i started learning how to love plastic.
i'd break it off into pieces and pretend it was sea glass, and i'd lick the
edges till i tasted blood and i pretended it was ocean water and i took
a lot of drugs so i could pretend twice as well as i could before.

i knocked stars out of the sky just so you could wish on them.
i have a secret sick obsession for stars, you see. they remind me of people.
there's hundred tho

reach outthere were souls in my chicken soup today
i took my skin
off the rack

i felt the vultures
circling

i could hear their muffled feathers

but i didn't
understand
there were no clouds
in the sky today
but everything was dark
and when i kissed your hand

your skin felt chapped and dry
i could see the white

there was barbed wire on my fence today
i left it up
it seemed to fit

the bones were crunching
in our bodies
against our muscles
and i thought

about seven billion people
on a ball in outer space

that could not
for the life of them
reach out
to touch one another

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by ~Summers-Solstice, Apr 30, 2007, 2:44:36 PM
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i'm fine, really i am.  i'm not upset.  i'm just tired.  i'll be fine.  don't worry about me.  i'm ok.  i'll be alright.  i'm not angry with you.  don't be upset.  everything is fine.  everything is good.  everything is perfect.  nothing's wrong.  really, nothing's wrong, ok?  i just feel a little sick.  i shouldn't have had so much to eat.  i'll be fine in a minute.  i'm ok.  don't worry.  smile.  no, i'm not crying.  there's something in my eye.  just nevermind.  look at me.  look at me.  see?  what? oh, yeah, i'm fine.  i was just joking.  really, i'm just tired, kay? nothing is wrong.  life is great.  i love it.  i love it.  i love you.  oops, ha ha, just joking again.  that would be too weird, wouldn't it?  yeah.  but i love you as a friend.  forever and always.  i told you - there's something in my eye.  i'm fine.  i'm ok.  absolutely nothing's wrong.  i'm just tired.  i'm not upset.  stop asking that.  i already told you i'm fine.  let it go.  drop it, ok?  no.  i'm not going to tell you anything - there's nothing to tell.  i'm fine.  everything is perfect.  i'm not upset.  nothing's bothering me, got it?  leave me alone.  i'm fine.  nothing's wrong.

yes, am i feeling better, thank you.  still a little out of it though.  sorry, what was that?  i wasn't paying attention.  yeah, i'm fine.  i'm great.  what about you? i'm not changing the subject.  i'm being polite.  you know - manners.  it's rude to press.  i told you i'm fine, i'm not changing the subject - you are. what's wrong? are you sure it's nothing? hah, ok.  i couldn't sleep last night either.  have some coffee.  it might help.  it does.  that's good.  no, i still feel tired.  i guess caffeine isn't a substitute for sleep after all.  no, i do go to bed at a reasonable time.  i just can't fall asleep.  no idea.  i thought we were finished with that.  i'm fine.  nothing's wrong.  just drink your coffee and shut up.  leave me alone.  i am telling you the truth.  don't you trust me? you don't.  you don't.  it doesn't matter what you say.  you just refuse to listen.  why should i talk to you?  you think i'm a liar. i'm fine.  stop asking.  just shut up and leave me alone now.  i answered all your questions.  that's what you wanted, isn't it? now stop. yes i did.  i told you the truth.  the whole truth.  nothing left out at all.

stop it.  i'm fine.  you don't have to interrogate me.  i feel fine, really, i do.  there's no reason to worry.  you're not helping.  i don't need help.  i don't want help.  nothing's wrong.  shut up.  i'm not myself?  will you just drop it?  it's nothing.  i'll be fine.  i'm just tired.  what are you talking about? i'm not making excuses.  i'm trying to explain.  why don't you ever listen?  stop over reacting.  i'm sorry.  i'm not mad at you.  but really, it's nothing.  i'm fine.  nothing's wrong.  stop asking, ok.  just leave me alone.  i don't need any help.  i'm ok.  can you just let this go? do you need to make an argument out of everything? leave me alone!  shut up.  i'm happy.  i'm content.  nothing's wrong.  nothing is at all out of place.  just try to ease up.  let it go.  it's not important.  it's nothing.  let's talk about something else, please.  anything else.  i don't care.  i am fine.

i told you - i don't want to have this conversation again.  will you just drop it?  i'm fine!  now stop it!  i mean it.  it don't want to discuss this any more.  i am absolutely fine.  nothing's wrong!  shut up! i am not listening to any more of this.  get out.  i mean it.  now.  no.  i don't want to hear it.  i mean what i say.  obviously you don't understand that.  are you crying?  oh my god.  i'm sorry.  i'm just so frustrated.  i feel like you don't believe a word i say.  that would frustrate you, too, wouldn't it?  i didn't want to make you so upset.  i'm sorry.  i'm really am.  please, just stop crying.  thank you.  but i still think you need to trust me.  you'll try? try? i guess i can live with that.  for now.  want some coffee?  i'll make a fresh pot.  i could use a cup of it, myself.  no, still not sleeping well.  what?  don't look at me like that.  like there's some deeper meaning in everything i say.  there isn't.  get over it and move on.  i'm sick of being treated like this.

Nothing's Wrong - Textby ~Summers-Solstice

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives

If you faved this and it's gone, please read before asking why. [link]

Here's the text from the first four layers of Nothing's Wrong. [link] Personally I think it's better not reading any of this, so I'm not going to share how it ends. I think it's pretty clear if you take a minute.

As you can see, it's a grammatical nightmare. It's supposed to be. I have my reasons, and for once laziness isn't one of them.

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This was really only ever written so I would have text to use in the piece it's from. It was never really meant to be a respectable piece of literature. I'm flattered that so many people like it, but I think if you were to take a couple minutes to browse the often neglected literature gallery, you might find something else a hundred times better.

I have an account for my writing, so exposure for the literature community on deviantART is something close to my heart, because so many talented people go unrecognized because they haven't chosen a visual medium. Text can be powerful too. Since this is one of the few places I have a chance to write something that gets noticed, please forgive the mini rant.

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~knightsky106 Aug 24, 2012

again wow this is amazingly good it reminds me of something i wrote but i havent posted it but if your interested in it send me something

*UNWANTEDRAMBLER Feb 9, 2012

I like this. Not looked at the link, unsure if I should, as I like the abstractness of this. It is surprising what we can come up with by mistake, and this is a great mistake

Very cool and musta taken time to write/put together.

~LauraTreptow Feb 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ima sent the 1st part of this to my "friend" C______... </3

*UNWANTEDRAMBLER Feb 9, 2012

Thanks

~Summers-Solstice Feb 4, 2012 Student Artist

!bottled-roses Jul 3, 2011

Wow, I love it c:

Yes, it has grammatical issues and all, but it helps to bring the point across,
and i personally think it makes it better, more realistic.

Again, I think it's really good. I can definitely relate. To ALL of it.

~dyehardredhead Apr 8, 2010

People like it so much because it's relatable. we all have baggage and we've all had this conversation at some point in our lives. the way you made it non specific was genious (even if it was unintentional) because it allows anyone to slip into the character and relive a moment.

!MissCatie Nov 26, 2009

_{wow. this brought me to tears. I've said all of these things at least a thousand times to one of my good friends and I haven't meant it once, but the lies keep on coming. I love how the grammar isn't correct, and some of the words don't make sense, but I love it all. a lot. mostly these parts:
"no. i'm not going to tell you anything - there's nothing to tell."

"i don't need help. i don't want help. nothing's wrong. shut up. i'm not myself? will you just drop it? it's nothing. i'll be fine. i'm just tired. what are you talking about? i'm not making excuses."

wow. I think I might just have to stop now, but I could say thank you a million times for writing this.}

~Summers-Solstice Nov 27, 2009 Student Artist

_{Thank you for commenting. <3
It's always good to hear that people can relate, and that my attempt to make it as realistic as possible worked.}

!MissCatie Nov 27, 2009

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