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an ear to lean on by commonstrosity, literature

Admission of Regression by commonstrosity, literature

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Admission of Regression

If I spliced my syllables together and only scripted childish sentences onto stacks of thickly lined paper, would it stress my lack of progress? I've been wishing for a word-storm but writing novice-grade nothings that could never become novels. I tried to return to my roots but was left with only nonsense, and these whittled-down words showcase exactly how heavily I've regressed.

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Eight buttons run down my chest, are they shutting me in? They're blocking you out. You tell me you love me, and the corners of your lips dare to rise into a smirk that reminds me of summer nights since past, when eight buttons came undone and your sweet-whispered syllables shadowed hush-hush kisses along my arms, but when midnight melted into morning all that had lingered was lies against my skin. But your hands still think that they control my mine, that lead to wrists who are cut-free, but bitten-bruised, clenching into my thighs leaving crescent-mooned creases behind them like the ghosts of your windswept script o

I Destroyed A Diamond by commonstrosity, literature

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I Destroyed A Diamond

I've seen what's left behind when you leave – when your split your bit lips and call it quits, decide someone isn't worth the drama anymore, and I'm terrified I'll trip over the boundary. You'll become so sick of seeing me break myself, that you'll break me for me. Backing away isn't an option when I can't imagine burning us - letting us catch ablaze and blister until our skin is so scorched I can shed mine until I'm only skeleton, leaving not one bit of the flesh you've come to call family behind. When will you set me down? My nightmares are blowing past barriers, becoming bone-breaking bits of reality, clinging to c

With Sewn Seams, I Seem Alright by commonstrosity, literature

Believe Me, I'm Better Now by commonstrosity, literature

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Believe Me, I'm Better Now

If I began pushing unmeasured morsels past my lips and made no move to rid myself of them would you suspect that I spent my nights on the bike? Sometimes I wonder exactly how well you know me and how far your expectations of me extend. What if I tore my skin open but taped my lips shut, biting back my words but bleeding out lies and creating scars behind clothing lines? If I keep quiet am I killing trust? (Am I killing us?)

Clinging to Catastrophe by commonstrosity, literature

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Clinging to Catastrophe

I thought I wouldn't be trailing thoughts from my teeth and dripping fuck-ups from my fingers anymore – but I can feel them pooling at my feet and you're watching them drown me. Though I can't quite imagine these weak calves could hold the catcher's crouch long enough to be sure nothing leaked through, that's the catch: I want to blind you. I want to wipe away your world of color and leave behind a fine layer of white – or perhaps a black so heavy that every other hue would dissolve inside of it – so that the crimson crossing and creasing my skin would stay unseen, swept between a pitch and pastel and the smiles

It Burrows Into Your Bones by commonstrosity, literature

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It Burrows Into Your Bones

three. you have to wonder exactly how long everything will last. i've been wanting to strike a match and touch it to the tip of a candle's wick, then count the seconds until it is quelled. two. it is four forty-one in the morning and i am fighting off the urge to score my frustrations and fears onto my skin as if i am a piece of pottery. one. this is what i imagine it would feel like the second before squeezing the trigger – a strange calm that slithers around your scapula and settles in the curve of your collarbone with such an easy euphoria you don't notice when it begins to constrict.

Some Nights Are Better Forgotten by commonstrosity, literature

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Some Nights Are Better Forgotten

Let me slam into the linoleum – allow the tiled wall to leave lines behind that will blossom into bruises on my skin. I want to feel your five-fingered strikes caress my cheekbones like the sick love story of disaster and self-destruction I've created by downing one too many drinks. It's a relief to be marred with a mark made by a hand other than my own. I don't think I ever admitted to you how your handprint hovered on my skin in sickening harlequin and hunter greens – I imagined it appropriate to mask it with my make-up and use foundation to build my smiles in the morning.

It's Getting That Bad Again by commonstrosity, literature

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It's Getting That Bad Again

I've almost run out of eloquence and no amount of strung-together emotions can come close to describing a thing. I am broken with broke-skin legs hiding beneath bare-thread quilts so that if I'm bothered, I can smile and small talk it all away. But that isn't good enough. No, in that I see publication possibilities and praise that I know perfectly well I couldn't possibly deserve. It sounds like sentences stamped onto paper in bold black ink and set on my English teacher's desk, with my name precisely penned in the corner - but I feel much more like the wastebasket that was always sitting beneath the tabletop filled with every

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an ear to lean on by commonstrosity, literature

Admission of Regression by commonstrosity, literature

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I Destroyed A Diamond by commonstrosity, literature

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I Destroyed A Diamond

With Sewn Seams, I Seem Alright by commonstrosity, literature

Believe Me, I'm Better Now by commonstrosity, literature

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Believe Me, I'm Better Now

It Burrows Into Your Bones by commonstrosity, literature

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It Burrows Into Your Bones

Some Nights Are Better Forgotten by commonstrosity, literature

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Some Nights Are Better Forgotten

It's Getting That Bad Again by commonstrosity, literature

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It's Getting That Bad Again

Imprisoned by Omission by commonstrosity, literature

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Imprisoned by Omission

…and where does this all leave me? Stuck inside the o that falls all too often from the curves at the bottoms of your letters as they leak from the corners of your eyes when you don't watch what you are doing. You allow apologies to be passed on with your fingers passing-over vowels, leaving me with srry on my screen – surry? Sully. My fingernails are covered in pitch from digging their way into the dirt so that I don't carve gouges in my hands like a heavy-handed caress created as I cringe – I catch myself making the same mistake as you as my fingertips fly across the keyboard, numb, and tingling a bit too muc

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I Understand It To Be Magnificent by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature

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I Understand It To Be Magnificent

flitting from my fingers all at once I understood it to be true And somehow I'm gunna make it a part of me; apart from me you're fucked up friend I knew it to be magnificent it's what you couldn't see that stretched on for miles - And if I could ask you anything; say nothing that's enough for me - I clutched the light hallowed bright crystal clenching tangled spines ; And it's never what you mean it to be smoking screens from my memory to make it what it was to be ____________________ (…all at once I knew I was not magnificent.)

Yours Forever by kittehsarescary, literature

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Yours Forever

Sometimes it occurs to me that I have only known you for a little more than a year. Yet somehow, it's impossible for me to remember my life before we met. Love is something I had never believed in. But you held me so close and kissed my hair, and said you'd always be with me. I love you and I trust you. I'll always be yours. Is fate real, or was it a coincidence that we met that day in June? Regardless, I will always consider that day to be a miracle; you're a miracle. A lot can change in a little more than a year: I met the most amazing person in the universe, I learned what true love is lik

orange juice by AlloenDreams, literature

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orange juice

and i don't think you ever understood, that you ever could, that at the last beat of your heart, mine quivered. because we were the porcelain girls, sliver-lipped like moonlight and not breathing a word. we sold our souls for solace but lost our flesh along the way, skeletons slipping free from skin and bending at the break. we were idols -cellophane skin and ossified bodies trapped betwixt five-thousand character limits and image size constraints, binding our bodies by the same. we were lost to decimals and the space between our thighs, tea and tablespoons, calculations and heartbeats. you found me in pieces, numbers, blurry webcam photos

still born by AlloenDreams, literature

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still born

i was born still, tongue-tied with my umbilical cord noose, ripped out like a parasite, hemic with gore. and i, i didn't want, wasn't supposed to be born. because, the ocean tried too many times to swallow me whole but took my legs instead, twisted my spine and made me out of salt, wrung my lungs dry and stuffed my stomach full. she spat me out, half-whole, cured, but only in my bones. because, i tried to die, by razor blades and kitchen knives; by my own hand, down my throat, searching for repentance in yellow bile and black blood. they locked me up and let me out, three-quarters gone, with pills to make me grow- but i refuse

Blood and Chocolate by rockerbabe95, literature

Crucial Perspective by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature

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Crucial Perspective

Who are you to solidify me? Crisscross vertigo sloppy, still shameless. At least it's easier. Fuck it. She knew much more than I could say. Why wait for assistance? Get on your feet. ____________ ( partially. please don't make me admit it. she is slamming through my soul; unfortunate and profound. ) Crucial filament distorting imagery. She is a tumor a malignant mound of flesh. Spoken with idealistic assurance Promises projected from warped paradigms She becomes less of what I see, and more of what I know.

Free Sparrows: The Intro. by SovietLit, literature

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Free Sparrows: The Intro.

I was fourteen years old the day they set us on the train to nowhere. Fourteen to the day, actually. She gave me a little woven ring to commemorate it, saying that now she would need to make a matching one for her. She had always been good at weaving. She excelled at it, honestly. Just looking at the ring, you could see that. It was intricately woven with pale white spirals weaving along on a forest green base. We thought that maybe she'd be headed off to become a seamstress, or something greater. Everyone agreed that she was special. What no one ever said was that she was too special. But there was no way we could have known that yet. No,

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Dec 24
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I'm Jennsa - I'm a writer. But that much goes without saying, doesn't it? I'm 17, and there is more going on behind the scenes than you could know - unless you've read through my gallery. I've been missing-in-action on here for a while, but I'm trying to be here more. My writing seems to have come back to me for the time being.

I'm a frustrated perfectionist who wants to make everyone happy.~~Now it's time to learn how to do the same for me without destroying myself.~~

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Don't fuck with the people I care about, or I'll fuck with your facial arrangement.
Melissa. Erin. Zach. Bill. Mahryna. Gina. Amy. Elli. Lindsay.
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I hate to be this blunt, but if you can’t deal with this side of me, go away.
I cut myself.
I burn myself.
I smoke weed.
I use laxatives.
I starve myself.
I purge via exercise.
I purge via throwing up.
I am bi-sexual, and mainly like girls.
I take non-prescription downers and uppers.

I'm not perfect. I'm broken, and glued together crooked. Don't pass judgement and I'll accept you , no matter what.

Current Residence: Baltimore(:
Personal Quote: My broken hands still grip the edge of summer.

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Poe's poems and King's books.

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commonstrosity

Mar 25, 2012

(Appropriately Titled) RE:

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I'm here because I want to be, not because I feel like I should or it's been earned.  Metaphorically I broke my own wrists but I'm still carrying my weights, and I'm willing to help you with yours but you've gotta grab them yourself first. I've done almost all I know how to do, you've gotta make the next move. Do you remember our mural? 'Lips lie, eyes don't.' I know it's not okay right now. I'm not expecting to be unhurt. I love you, too. You triggered me to recover.

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commonstrosity

Feb 16, 2012

This is a heads up.

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I'm going though my gallery and editing a lot, and deleting a lot, and then uploading a few new writings and maybe a few photos. So there'll be a decent amount of reconstituted writing from me showing up in your deviation notifications. Sorry about that. On a different note, it's been a while and I'm out of the loop. How has everyone been?

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commonstrosity

Aug 26, 2011

It's Been A While, Hasn't It?

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It goes like this. Overview: Ran away. Got forced to come back. Got kicked out. Left. Was abused. Came back. And I'm where I started. Things that happened: I found a best friend who I'll never let go, and who will never let me go. I left someone I finally decided was bad for me, then came back for them. I think I saved a life. I stayed out all night, slept in a car in two parking lots, and watched a sort-of sunrise from a parking garage roof. I got control over my own child support and take care of my own half of the bills and groceries. I passed my junior year of high school, but not before crying on my history teacher. I made a p