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No Words For This by Sgw6, literature

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No Words For This

New bloodstains splatter the sky One after the other, each to match one Wicked scar you carved into me Open wounds sliced into me with your Red-hot tongue, or was it white-hot Dark colors are too cliché for your brand of evil Simmering in the summer sun, I hope this Falling dusk can erase my bloodstains too One after the other, each to match one Ripe word from your lips, spilling The anger in your eyes into me and my Heart ignored my pleas to stop beating Instead tried to pump yesterday away but Sunset couldn't come fast enough

ruthless by Sgw6, literature

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ruthless

she says its a hand, strong and confident that it's relentless and ruthless and the fingers reach to the back of her neck and her veins are jumping because the thumb the thumb is in the hollow of her throat and it's pushing like the hollow just isn't deep enough yet and meanwhile her breaths are getting shallower and she doesn't know what to do because theres nothing she can do and it seems like maybe she should just try not breathing because then maybe her windpipe wouldn't hurt so fucking badly

Day 81 by Sgw6, literature

The Smell of Endings by Sgw6, literature

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The Smell of Endings

Light. A strong current tugging her away from Jackson. A single chance. Squinting against the blinding glow of the gate she glances back. The book's disintegrating spine snapped upon falling. Fighting against the current of energy, she takes one step and then tumbles towards the book. The triumph she feels as her hand clutched one half soon dissipates, though, as the gate tears her away from Tokyo and the rest of the ancient tome. She is shocked by the sudden absence of all light when the pressure disappears. It is replaced by pain in her chest as she struggles to breathe the thin air. Gone are the fires of Tokyo. In this blackness that

Reason by Sgw6, literature

Night Blanket by Sgw6, literature

When Did You Go to Sleep? by Sgw6, literature

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When Did You Go to Sleep?

When did you go to sleep? I didn't notice your words drifting into whispers too low for me to hear or your blue irises disappearing beneath your lids. I didn't notice your slowing breathing or your eyes twitching from object to object in a world invisible to me. All I could hear was our pulses beating out a rhythm against each other. All I could see was your fingers and mine, intertwined so I couldn't tell the difference.

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No Words For This by Sgw6, literature

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No Words For This

ruthless by Sgw6, literature

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ruthless

The Smell of Endings by Sgw6, literature

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The Smell of Endings

Reason by Sgw6, literature

Night Blanket by Sgw6, literature

When Did You Go to Sleep? by Sgw6, literature

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When Did You Go to Sleep?

Shivering by Sgw6, literature

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Shivering

alone in the small empty room I sit alone I weep, for feathers on the ground so many everywhere, I barely fit among them my wings hardly can be found this unplanned molting is cause for concern as I lose flight one feather at a time it is not something I can just relearn this special skill that once was purely mine I'm shaking, greiving my most stunning wings protectors once, they now are limp and weak both whithered shadows of once stronger things they represent a future rather bleak as I am them, my wings are truly me without them surely I am nobody

That Perfect Stranger by Sgw6, literature

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That Perfect Stranger

the perfect stranger looks in the mirror smiling at me it seems that i am just like her her exactly in fact i'm not when She waves, i wave back. but as She thinks i think not. i know not. her feelings are hers alone. mine are inconsequential, nonexistent. her mind busily churns, while mine lies empty and dead as She practices flashing her white teeth my eyes grimace She turns away, unsatisfied by my performance the perfect stranger looks out from the mirror smiling at me it seems that I am just like her her exactly in fact I'm not when I wave, she waves back. but as I think she thinks not. she knows not. my feelings are min

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Ink and Smoke by Poetrymann, literature

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Ink and Smoke

She loved the scent of ink and smoke - and the way strangers caressed her name like the verdant rushes rolling off the river bank, or a low slung black dress sprawled dangerously across the floor. Mornings found her curled up where the light shivered blue and the cat's tale lingered like a secret, waking her from dreams brighter than early frost. But it was night that bought and sold her, made her heart a trinket, dressing her in silk as new as nuptials - that flagrant shade of flush and the rough and tumble of her hips serenading the world

my mouth is filling with sand by Pretty-As-A-Picture, literature

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my mouth is filling with sand

my brother used to tell me to hold my breath until i could hear the ocean in my head. and i did, it was a soft roar of sky fighting sea. eventually when my eyes rolled back like waves, he would make me breathe so i didn't drown. he was always there to tell me to breathe out but now he is gone and i am forgetting how to. we were very young when our father died (fell from a cliff photographing the moon) and our mother started dating the milkman. he was gangly man with white hair but otherwise very handsome. we didn't mind him at all. he made our mother smile and brought warm milk every night. but we missed our father and his stories about sta

Death by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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Death

"Do you fear death?" The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute…because it will never ever be yours." "Do you fear death?" A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you kno

What I Might Have Been by dramaqueen12, literature

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What I Might Have Been

I am the broken bits of glass and ceramic that fell from my temple walls on Kristallnacht I am the screams that filled the gas chambers it wasn't a Shower I am the peeling wood walls that hid the Jews during the Holocaust I am the pizza that wouldn't come out of the Oven I am one of millions they told should be in hell where our souls can Burn I am all the letters forced to be sent saying everything's Okay I am the words on the page wanting to cry out that it's all a bunch of Lies I am the Austrian prince, debating suicide because the girl I love is Jewish I am Jewish, and the punchlines of your jokes are my Family

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Hi everybody. I like to write poetry and occasionally a short story or a "blurb" as I call them. Some pieces of mine that I really like are Playtime, Torture, and Chapter 1. (I know Chapter 1 isn't a very original name, but I am temporarily unable to think of a title.) I also love to draw, but I rarely come up with something that I consider good enough to share. Please give me any advice or suggestions you have. I am open to criticism because I want to improve my work. My new group, ShareYourWriting, is for people who want to share their writing or see other deviants' writing. Please take a look at it if you're interested!

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Aug 30, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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I wrote this but don't feel especially like submitting it as anything, so I thought I'll just stick it here :) :bulletblue:    :bulletblack:    :bulletblue:    :bulletblack:    :bulletblue:    :bulletblack:    :bulletblue:    :bulletblack:    :bulletblue:    :bulletblack:    :bulletblue:    :bulletblack:    :bulletblue: I rest my foot on the surface of the water, feeling the surface tension below the sole of my shoe. For a moment, it's easy to believe that I could shift my weight and remain above sea level, balancing on the glassy reflection of the sky. That I could walk to the other side and be with her again, as easy as placing one foot i

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Sgw6

Jun 11, 2011

ShareYourWriting: my new group!!!

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#ShareYourWriting (https://www.deviantart.com/shareyourwriting) ShareYourWriting is my new group, made for people who want to do exactly that. :D It is also for people who want to see other deviants' writing and be part of a literature-centered community. Please join if this applies to you! A member can submit any type of literature to the gallery.

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Sgw6

May 2, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Hi everybody! I just made this account and what I really want is helpful feedback on how to improve my work. So please comment! Criticism is fine with me as long as its constructive.