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life lessons unlearned by crackedmirror, literature

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life lessons unlearned

she cant keep the rage from piling up and toppling every other day a mountain of papers written on in red of every hate word that could possibly be said some would suggest management she would shrug her shoulders and simply demand solutions not hers, no, not this time these particular days she lay snow white of blame at least those with unclouded eyes, saw it that way she had a tendency to worry not many knew that it kept her up at night untill the light started peeling away the darkness in the sky it twisted her fingers in knots when she tried to write it twisted her tongue when she sought those reasonable words that

Effigy by crackedmirror, literature

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Effigy

Heavenwards, besotted eyes caught. A shiver of dread catching a steel inforced spine. Brought humble, ink stained well intentioned fingertips. An ancient struggle for more than a lackluster song. Escape Bleed And Surrender When the voices get to high, a church bell ringing upon a rotted mind. Cerebral disease shattered and frayed the delicate incisors and my tongues quick bite. Caustic creations of unknown entreaties and abstract form of self expression, the eyes are weary and falling. Unaware of the scampering flow of thoughts. Im alone. And you can always tell, despite my pleasant discourse. I find myself weary and in need of somethi

Among the wrath by crackedmirror, literature

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Among the wrath

Through bitter wind and bitter sand-- a drop of pearl, seeded -ran Depthless black, Through waters shimmer needless gleaming, burning, screaming infantile fire--- un-engorged simplicity among the wrath of ancient gods Beneath the fury of his breath lies, unintentioned, and well knnown, symphonies of captured foes A simplistic course of action, follows; when left alone with corpses falling and sins begin the gentle descent towards, corrode. Harmony and tribulation, twist and turn as one. a single strand of bleeding hope among the cracked fingers of the lute player.

-heartbeat- by crackedmirror, literature

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-heartbeat-

palms they were held in the shape of a prayer. a shift; of moods. (upwards and downwards, ..im beginning to feel unsure) they spread outwards to. encompass and hold. muscles were meant to be strong. her bloody heart, pumps out its ache. with a bump (to every beat). echoed, perhaps in the distance, and then it was felt. a fall. hands and knee\'s she scraped. struggling to remember to breathe. but still in her hand. remains. ache i can feel this pain. a memory imprinted in my flesh. her pulse sped. (she began to wish for the crash) elevation ride, stuck on up. over-dosed on adreniline. still in her hand. remains. a

tommorow we shall by crackedmirror, literature

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tommorow we shall

hidden were snakes that wrapped.. around her heart. a sacred place (or, so) she had been taught. the blood was blacker in the dark (where she hid) and it walked- hand in hand with her prayers a litany of saints a chorus of angels and rosary beads... to satiate. dawn perpetuated rebirth- a fragile pulse humming-bird strong. captured and held suspended animation black beads cut deep. she wrapped herself up daily; in cosmetic surgery, and the tools of the trade. With a cross to.. polish off the look, a litany of saints a chorus of angels and rosary beads... to satiate. needles; a lesson in quicksilver stabbi

collapse is hidden by crackedmirror, literature

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collapse is hidden

spiderwebs of fingers ivory as bone and thread they danced and reminded of spiders filigreed custom designed with fetish kept in thought and mind resemblance was hidden layers caked, bleeding freely beneath where cracks allowed an escape of.. breath. copper rolls past rows of sugar white, enamel coats sweetness and exposed is hardness tough to the world all she longed for was a taste of blood. fish-hooks tore away the last layer, where it all was hid a closet of plastique fake and erected a last defense to a tattered heart torn in each direction and close to collapse.

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Let It Be by crackedmirror, literature

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Let It Be

If i were to die, would you hold me as i bleed, Would u kiss my lips, as i cease to breathe.. Would the tears in your eyes, be for me? Or would they be, just for something that had ceased to be.. As my eyes close, and i can no longer see.. Will you stare down upon me.. And wish this had not come to be.. While others dance around my corpse.. With unmitigated glee.. The simple question that i am asking of thee.. Is will you care.. Will you care for me.. I know you do not understand why i ask these things.. But i have learned.. That few can ever truly love me.. In fact i have met only one.. That has never hurt me.. She has been

Bloody Tears - Suicide by crackedmirror, literature

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Bloody Tears - Suicide

Every night I pray to god in who I truly do not believe, Helplessly pleading this almighty deity, Take me, away from such pain that I live, Allow my rage to take its rest, And no longer let me curl up with bloody tears, For within each hurt that they cause, and I return, They break me with their taunts and snears, Crushing my soul into a pitiful pile of disrepair.. I seem so strong, some say, To violent others say.. But I lie broken, with nothing to share, For all I wish is to not be here, Ive taken the knife, to my wrist, my throat.. Slicing away such agony and pain, But then I wake up, in a puddle of blood, No one there, to

Departure by crackedmirror, literature

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Departure

I lay upon the cold promise of a gravestone, Looking up from my pain filled reverie, Only to see my death upon its face, Wordless screams come from my lips, But I cannot but accept the inevitable, A promise, A warning, Of my departure to come, Shall be forever marked upon my face, For in my mind I am already buried within the ground, Everything inside, dead, with nothing left to see, An empty shell, That You, have left incomplete.

I will think of you by crackedmirror, literature

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I will think of you

When then hurt from broken promises fade, And the tears no longer are assuaged by a blade, This broken heart of mine will heal, Each time you say I love you will no longer, Caress my ears with empty thrills, Each soft cry will no longer reveal my pain, But as I sit and reduce my skin to mutilated screams, I recognize I have a long way to go, The scars will heal, The pain will fade, But each time it happens, I will think of you.

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the sun is birthed by lackingrealism, literature

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the sun is birthed

Silhouetted footsteps parade the twilight with stampeding, unrelenting fury; and, she sits at home on her bed praying that tomorrow is a fictitious substance someone drugged her with. For, until the sun is birthed, the mother cannot truly live. She contemplates this obscurity with leaden eyes, pulling her attitude into cynicism, and she is laden with the belief that life is never-ending. She is a child weak with happiness until this time. She has so long until its birth.

Shattered - Broken by mrselfdstruct, literature

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Shattered - Broken

My soul bleeds not Though scratched and torn It\'s ever dying Can\'t be reborn How oh how Did it come to this My fate is sealed By fallen\'s kiss Spirit ragged Shattered, broken Can\'t be fixed Won\'t be woken Nightmares birth Wretched squalor They grow strong I grow smaller I hide and run And run and hide Always end up On the same side I scratch and claw But can\'t find hope All that\'s left Is just this rope And its purpose Is so clear For at its end Ends the fear Ends the hate The indignation Selfishness The obligation Will I step And fall down Or stay a slave To this dark crown Why does it have To end

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crackedmirror

Dec 10, 2008

Hey, It's Crackie Again...

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It's been such a long time since I signed onto this account, and I am not sure what I want to do with it. It's great to look through all my old poetry (it is so much more... intense than I remember), but just so you guys know. I am still active on deviantART. I just go by rudhira (https://www.deviantart.com/rudhira) now. Come check my new page out sometime!

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crackedmirror

Oct 21, 2005

Welcome back Crackie

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 Well, hello again. Food For Thought: "If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets an 'R' rating; but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast, it gets an 'X' rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?" --Sally Struthers c/o peterfa (https://www.deviantart.com/peterfa)'s signature.

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crackedmirror

Aug 6, 2003

Im Leaving.

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~push- (https://www.deviantart.com/push-) :iconcultstatus: :iconkara: :iconphoenixxash: :iconbleedingmirror: :icondrippingblood: :iconadeptus: :icontristesa: :iconoceanborn: :iconphoenixreal: :iconanthropogena: :iconrepus: :iconaridia: :iconrudepunkgurly: :iconslacksoft: :icon-master-: :icondcmbrnite: :iconhalo-effect: :iconpsychosilence: :iconaenim-a: :icondholms: :icon1n50mn14c: :iconyokom: :iconvalar: I just wanted to put these people up there. I might not have put everyone up there. Im forgetful like that, at times. But i love you all. Youve always supported anything ive done. And i really appreciate it. Im leaving. Just like the journal header says. I dont fee

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adeptus

Mar 19, 2007

sister i am back.

you need to be.

Return.

Long time no see Piffy... I miss you much, and your artwork is still one of the best. - Bebe.

phoenixreal

Mar 2, 2006

Random

from a long absent deviant. I came back and thought I would drop off a load of

for all my favorite Deviants, which you are among!

You are deserving of

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ohshit

Dec 30, 2005

I'm very much the silent spy, but I've missed you! I dunno if you've been gone, but I have.
So here's a *HUG* and now I'll lurk back in the corner and read your thoughts happily again.

skorchedutopia

Oct 26, 2005

Good to see you back.

Meow.
~The Notorious Miss Amanda

phoenixxash

May 1, 2004

ur never online anymore miss why?