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And for this reason, allow me to present to everyone some of the amazing deviations submitted by you (yes you!):


2014 Mar 1st 12:27amshe begs silence to be her lover,
but chaos is much more interested in her.
Scribe Ch.1       HeeAh watched the rain as it ran down the pane in aimless swirls. One hand propped on her chin, she stared out at the watercolor diluted street with the dying maples reflected in her oaken irises. Cars whizzed by like streaks of color, leaving smears upon the asphalt in long erratic lines.
       The hollow crack of chalk breaking in half echoed around the room. She turned back to the front, and watched as the instructor picked the broken piece up from the floor. He peered at it for a moment before laying it gingerly in its metal tray; a child safely back in its cradle. He cleared his sunken throat and resumed his lecture. HeeAh copied the notes that had been scratched upon the chalkboard. That’s the way her professor lectured: the most important points went on the board. Consequently, it overshadowed the brand new presentation screen with its faded green color and dulled chrome edging. It was a three-hinged contraption, as old as it


Paint-Spackled TulipsWhite paint
spackled across dark butterfly wings--
tulips in the snow.
I haven't yet learned
if I'm brave and courageous
or simply foolish.
:thumb386717565: Tequilawhen life is rubbish
the best coping mechanism
is a full bottle
hollow websi.        he said, "it won't hurt"
and tied my hands up with
a length of rope, wound
three times.
his smile was like a melon rind.
ii.       cold lips left a trail of lemon zest
down my spine; nightshade
kisses that felt like
belladonna flooding my eyelids,
making pupils lustrous. i thought:
i'll be a beautiful corpse.
iii.       i was french resin yellowing
against his tarmac heat,
a dying elephant with tusks
whittled down to broken ivory,
an electric bass rendered useless
by a boy whose heart is out of tune.
i was a thirteen-year old girl discovering that
sex isn't vanilla, or
             saffron, or
it's flavorless
(he lied. why do they always lie?)
iv.       by the ti
Things of the Past"Toys?"
-I want to be the cigarette coerced against your lips
Inhale me deeply so I can return to the cavern of your chest
Tainting your heart and making it love me again
I depart blissfully through your lips as I kiss them with my toxicity
Spelling your name in wisps of smoke
Let her taste me on your tongue and your clothes and let her coldly resent you for it
You cannot quit me
I rest in your veins
Where I belong
EmbraceHave you ever imagined
the sunrise
framed by our hands,
like dove wings
our fingers flutter
all of the light
flows through the gaps.
Your embrace,
the way your cheek
so perfectly
against my shoulder,
how your hair
pours down
in little mahogany streams
makes everything
seem so much more
meant to be.
Beneath the black and silver,
counting stars,
the kaleidoscopic effect
of your amber eyes
makes the world
seem so much smaller,
and yet
a million times more vast,
like this love.
Your heart
feels like heaven
when it beats
against my check,
or ripples
against my fingertips,
against my lips...
is no denying this desire,
this power,
amazing bond
that unites us
with the freedom
love's infinite caress.
Your eyes open
and I am consumed by them,
by you,
and I long only
to breathe the air
by your presence,
to give
every piece of my heart
to you
every single day
until you
can feel the everything
always dreamed of,
you've always deserved,
and I know,
like y
EpiphanyEpiphany - is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective. 
Enlightened I am now in the shadow of the sun
that creeps through my window
in the corner of my room 
My situation is heightened by an awareness of an utter reality
that I have come full circle in my life so far
This realization that ma
the nerve you must boil in,
kempt and coddled
and fed into your place.
you’re told it is your holy right
to be lead about from thigh to neck
and planned into some laughsome bride.
                                No one approaches my opposite pole.
                                                         I follow you to home,
                                                                            to sleep,
                                                  into your twin dimension,
                                                              offset from yours
                                                 by fractions of a moment.
                                                i’m repelled by miniatures,
                                   truncheons held above your flesh;
                                          they guard your healthy dread


AngelicaI went to her funeral
And she followed me home.
Still reeking of death,
Clay, topsoil and loam.




how to healthey say honey
to soften the wound, 
but i let the wool
wet with ethanol
until i am
again, and again,
and again
a casual i love you1.
a note reads: i love you.
so, i call you smiling
i love you, too.
your phone rings. he stops.
the phone stops. you
on top.
you wait, watching tv,
to tell me.
how to be a writer OR how to break your own heart.develop a personality disorder;
and an obsession with the sea.
[not a requirement but it always gives you a starting point]
ruin the one perfect relationship you will ever have,
then avoid being sober for a month,
contemplate drowning,
chicken out.
[then carry your regrets like Atlas]
realise all your friends are shit.
find one who isn't.
cling on to him like a raft.
[drown him]
develop an addiction to waking up next to half strangers,
enjoy it.
perfect your technique,
become unforgettable.
[invest in nice underwear; become an addiction]
neglect function;
in favour of form.
[because you can't fucking help yourself]
drop capitals
because they are overrated.
write about how your lifeisn'tworthliving
and nooneunderstandsyou.
[swear more, sleep less]
10 ways depression can say i don't love you1. "i'm sorry
i don't want to
come over today."
the clock reads 4pm
and i roll over in my bed
2. "i forgot it was your
i'd forgotten my own
3. "i promise i won't
hurt myself."
the ER doesn't believe
it's an accident
4. you asked if i loved you.
i had to sneeze and it
never happened.
i think you took that
as a no.
5. we haven't had sex in a month.
6. we don't see
your friends.
we don't see
my friends.
i've forgotten
i even have any.
7. i never answered your text.
it asked if i was okay.
8. "i need you to open yourself
up for me," you said.
i stopped talking.
9. "what do you want from me,
apparently you didn't.
10. tonight i will sleep alone
but not really.
depression will hold me
and stroke my hair,
telling me everything
will never be
all right.
on drowning, swimming, and the difference thereintwo girls are swimming in two lanes, separate with a timer overhead
            counting up their seconds. it’s a race to first, to the end of the lane,
            to the medals and the glory and the place where water turns into land
            and the dry hugs that wait there. it’s a race and
                             there’s a winner in the pool right now and it’s
             either the girl with the red swim cap
                              or the one whose goggles fall off as soon as
she hits the water.
they are both in high school and they both do not know the other’s name.
             the girl with the loose goggles is the crowd’s f

Mature Content

the shit i learned in high school1. help clean up the morning after the party.
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak along the railroad tracks to sit and smoke and watch trains pass
or unless you're alone,
and you need to walk and think and drink steaming coffee in the rain
or unless-
okay, fuck it, skipping class at least once is probably a good idea.
4. don't apologize for asking questions.
5. don't be afraid to disagree.
6. don't get caught.
7. everyone is lonely
buzzednever tell the ones closest to you
you write to live a million lives, you write to stay here
no, show them something that looks like a poem so they'll 
get off your back
live life in a chair and
imagine you're everywhere
but where you spend
the little time you've got left
be you but don't be
anyone and everyone 
that is you
be a beautiful 
and push everyone away
then draw them in with your
sad fucking words
make people cry
make people wish they were dead
and alive at the same time
think about it for a while
then forget about it in a drink
in the sheets
then don't sleep
leave every sad memory behind
carry it in your pockets like
the pennies you say you'll 
spend one day but only 
caress with your fingertips
want attention
from the ones that want nothing
to do with you
want love
from the ones that don't
have love to give
then write about it
over and over
until it has turned
into something that 
looks like a poem
like a tree

From the contributor, JWA2277

Our HandsWe craft; we eat; we play; we write. Much of what we do is done with our hands, though none is quite the same. My hands are big, but balanced, whose fingers dance across the keyboard and transitions images into words. Each scar is a chiseled mark to show the masterpiece within. Some have very feminine hands—long fingers, long nails, from pretty accessories to talons cutting into keys, like metal against metal. Some have hands guided by the left, awkwardly moving through the right-sided world. Some have baby hands, very tiny, very thin, long or boney: little skeleton bones poking like thorns from the beautiful rose. We’re all different, yet “Eugnique”, with the same silver bands showing our unity and knowledge—right over left, clasped in an eternal circle. I Don't KnowI don't know,
the size of the stars,
or the color of my veins,
because so many times they've been rearranged,
I don't know,
what being happy feels like,
or why i cant sleep at night,
because of the thoughts that have taken the reins,
all I know,
is that when I go,
you will never find me.
Hookedhe got attached
like velcro
but i
was fused to him
with super glue
so when
he pulled away
it stung me harder
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses.  I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body.  I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles.  But, write air into my lungs, poetry.  Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
Metaphors    You cut my Gordian knot,
    Unravelling me too.
    I was impossible
    And yet was solved
    By you and only you.
    I was the Cretan Labyrinth
    Containing my Minotaur.
    You were my Theseus
    Who slayed my demons
    And left me with nothing to live for.
    I slit my throat with Occam’s razor
    and cut too close to the bone.
    My simple assumption
    proved incorrect
    And I am left alone.
Call Me Anything...Call me ugly,
But I'm beautiful within.
Call me a geek,
But I'll get a future.
Call me a freak,
But I am unique.
Call me unpopular,
But I have real friends.
Call me anything,
But I'm a human being.
I am me,
and YOU cannot change that.
Forgotten FriendTo a certain user here
With the knack to disappear.
Vanished since the winter time,
As dust collects account slime.
Remembrance etches away
For one past, and gone today.
Presently, there's nothing that
Brings the bunny from the hat.
With a smile, reviews flew
From this user's hand, and to
Me and you. And when they came,
Hungry lions would be tame.
Underrated angels sing
Words that haunt you lingering.
And if you listen, candle light
Shimmers while you read tonight.

From the co-founder Pauper-Circumstance

Endorsed By The Surgeon General.She was like cigarettes.
She took his breath
and filled his lungs with promises
that evaporated like
Human NatureWhy do we need to connect to people,
yet are able to have the mindset to
hate almost everyone we meet.
Why do we fall in love with the unattainable.
And get hurt when the concept is fulfilled.
Why can we be surrounded with people,
yet feel so alone.
Why can't we feel happy,
but sad comes naturally.
What is the point,
when our life is not our own.
The writers and readers see meaning,
when they are blind.
The ignorant and disinterested will
not even see this.
And the world goes on.  
Ode To A FalconHave you seen the falcon in the heavens
Wings slicing through the zephyrs at such speeds
As no other creature has yet achieved,
Barreling through the air like a bullet
As his feathers combine to make him sleek?
Have you watched him in the midst of a hunt,
Flying as fast as his form will let him
Rushing towards his airborne, avian prey,
Assaulting it with his feet and catching-
Its unconscious body out of the air?
Have you observed his movements as to feel
At once delighted and jealous of him
Overjoyed that he maintains the freedom
To meet the sky upon his own accord,
Envious that you cannot do the same?
I like you~ A PoemI could say that "I like you", 
But I have to much pride, 
I said that I didn't care, 
But that's where I lied 
I could say that "I hate you", 
But that would't be true, 
I'm hiding my feelings and my heart, 
Just like you do too
I could say that "I care", 
But ego is in the way, 
Of what I really want to feel,
And what I want to say 
I could say that "I want you", 
But that would be a lie, 
And If you ever left me, 
I wouldn't even cry 
I could say that "I love you",
But what would happen if I did? 
Instead of saying these words to you,
I ran away and hid 
Static Wings-the hands of a dragonfly
were never made
to shatter time
to turn gravity around
they carry a tornado
in little wings, beating
their imprints holding
crescent moons, like
half bitten secrets
flowing out from wells
separating life from hope
static winter could never
stand for dreams
and they were always
somewhere in between-
I haven't yet learned
if I'm brave and courageous
or simply foolish.

Mature Content

NetherThe world unfurls:
becomes a gemstone, sinking
a mirror breaking
a thousand splintering realities
and I am lost —
forgotten who I ever was,
forgotten how to breathe.
::Sad Girl::I knew a girl who hated herself
She cried and cried every night of her life
The sadness she carried overflowed from her mind
Everytime she'd look in the mirror she wanted to die
The face she saw broke her heart and brought tears to her eyes
She never knew how beautiful she was
The only thing she saw was the vision in her mind
Broken and twisted and far from the truth
She searched for love all over town
Where anybody could have her for three simple words
They used her as she used herself, broke her mind and tore out her soul
I never found out how she could lie
With dreams in her eyes and the nightmares in her mind
Lying in my arms she wept for her sins
For trying to be someone she should never become
She rose from my arms and wiped the tears from her face
With a glint in her eye and a flash in her smile
She turned and strolled out of the room and into the night
Out in the cold and far from her home
She stumbled and fell and thought she was alone
Then without hope, on a rope too tight
ScarsThe scars on my skin
Have been transferred from my heart
To preserve my mind
Mother EarthThe arc of her spine
mimicked the gentle slopes of
the distant mountains.
Guilt (Not Anymore)An invisible enemy plagues me
lost lines
and crossed lines
leave beautiful black holes 
in the only heart that I have left
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
restless days.
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror

:) And here's a message from me to everyone:

You're all wonderful writers - truly. All of you have been a wonderful part of this literary community. I don't know where I would've stood in my writing and in life if it weren't for all of you putting in all your effort and your devotion in helping make this group become what it is:

A treasure trove for diverse writers to converse and be known for what they truly are - rarities worthy of praise and admiration.

Thus with this I end this message... :shrug: with a rub'iyaa :

For you, my stars, who shine 'pon the night sky
Quenched of tears, I watch with  a blissful eye
The seed of sound wisdom, gently spreading
upon the ocean, triumphant you fly

Cheers, and keep posting :dummy:
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vagrantdreamer18 Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I cannot thank you enough for your gracious mention of my work!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) Your writing such a lovely work is worthy of praise and attention. I had to mention it here.
vagrantdreamer18 Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
aww, well thank you!!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Anytime :)
Entitaria Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much to Pauper-Circumstance and shehrozeameen for the feature, it's so very much appreciated~ :love:
Pauper-Circumstance Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2014
It was our pleasure!!! :D
Entitaria Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) Keep writing and keep posting.

You're a gem of a writer and you deserve the praise.
Entitaria Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
If I keep reading comments like this one, I'm going to implode because of said praise. :XD: :heart:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Awww... you should be given such praise, y'know...

its healthy for you :hug:
Entitaria Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
IyraEMM Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
aww, thanks! 
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
you're welcome :) Cheers :hug:
IyraEMM Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
HezClicks Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thankyou for the feature m'dears :D
I've only just seen this in my messages!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) Keep posting. Cheers.
Tyrison Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2014  Student Writer
Many thanks for the feature, to both :iconprettyflour: and the group! =)
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Anytime :) Keep writing, keep posting.
Tyrison Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2014  Student Writer
Thanks. =)
The-Feather-Quill Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the feature Pauper-Circumstance! :hug:
Pauper-Circumstance Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2014
My pleasure! :D :hug:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) You deserve the feature :)
The-Feather-Quill Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:blush: Thank you so much!
spoems Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2014   Writer
Thanks prettyflour :heart:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) Keep posting. And keep writing.
LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the thoughtful feature. :heart:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm just one more writer here :) Please thank the person who selected your work for this group :hug: You're an amazing writer - never forget that.
LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
When I said "thank you," I hoped to imply that it was to the group as a whole -- not just to you, dearheart.
Though, I appreciate your thoughtfulness all the same. :heart: :heart: :heart:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
(nodding) sorry about that... Thanks :)

You take care, and you stay awesome.
LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
lightbleueyes Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Student General Artist
Pauper-Circumstance Thank you so much for featuring my artwork! :hug: 
Pauper-Circumstance Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2014
It was my pleasure! :hug:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
lion-essrampant Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: Thank you for the feature!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
don't thank me :) Thank the lovely soul who submitted your work to the group.

Keep writing, and stay happy.
lion-essrampant Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: And you as well!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) I'll do my utmost
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
don't thank me :) I'm just accepting works. thank the sweetheart who sent your work to this group.

Keep writing. :)
Loling223 Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014
Thank you soooo much for the feature! :iconsupertighthugplz:
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
anytime :) And be sure to thank the sweetheart who sent your work to this group :)
Loling223 Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014
Just did!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
lightbleueyes Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for mentioning and featuring my poem! :hug: 
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
don't thank me, thank the sweetheart who sent your work to the group :)
lightbleueyes Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Student General Artist
I indeed will! ^^ But Thank you for making the journal! :hug: 
JWA2277 Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks, and stay tuned I should have a few announcements of my own soon!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:dummy: I'll be looking forward to it :)
JWA2277 Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Quick question: we are not to submit our own art, or is their a folder we can submit to? Or do I need a sponsor to submit my poetry for me?
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