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Steal me awaySteal me away fromSteal me away
the broken heart I don’t have
before it has the chance to break
(it’s going to break eventually. everyone says so. i don’t know who everyone is, but people seem to trust him, so i’ll take their words for it.)
Steal me away from my stubby fingers splayed out flat across the endless sky
(i’m just the picture of imperfection, not only terribly flawed, but also proud of the flaws. like the scratches and scars upon my surface give me character or some shit. heads up self – you’re not a well loved antique armoire. you’re a lit
by ~DiamondRaider
Rules of the HeartYour first friend is a thin stuffed cat with diamonds for eyes, who stares at you solemnlyRules of the Heart
‘he takes me seriously’
you think chubby face scrunched in thought and you really like this.
Your second is a frog with brilliant green skin that is streaked with mud - clippings of the recently mowed lawn sticking artfully to his back,
he squirms and
protests and
plays tag.
‘he isn’t afraid to tell me no.’ you think forehead creased. you like this too.
Your third friend is a butterfly
who lands
by ~DiamondRaider
Cross your mindSay daddy, I know we fightCross your mind
a lot More than we should
more than I’d like to
more than is healthy But I really just want you to know I love you
Say momma, I know that I don’t appreciate you
as much as I should
I know that I sulk and scream and
dig my fingernails into my arms until I bleed and you have to spend all day and night worrying
about my grades and my health and my happiness But really and truly momma, you’re the best.
Say brother, Do you remember when we were little (well, I was little. S
by ~DiamondRaider
Finding yourselfIn eleventh gradeFinding yourself
We have a teacher named
Mrs. Cuttleson-Branshaw
(pronounced cootle-soon Brah-neh-shaugh) Who screams at us about our failings Her waxy red lipstick covered in spittle Her acerbic words covered in venom
At the end of each castigation My classmates swear that “we won’t ever take her crap, again.” Not realizing that they are lying to each other.
Haley says they are though. she says it’s a promise they can’t keep.
But Haley, Haley doesn’t know anything.
Why, Haley does
by ~DiamondRaider
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- Current Residence: The so-called 'Sunshine' state. Liars.
- Interests: Reading, cooking, drawing, writing, music
- Favourite movie: RENT
- Favourite band or musician: Depends on the time period, as of now, I like Nickleback and Wicked.
- Favourite genre of music: Not terribly picky.
- Favourite artist: Anyone who puts a little love into their work
- Favourite poet or writer: Above.
- Favourite photographer: Above.
- Skin of choice: Human Flesh. I ate his spleen with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC or Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: Clockwork, Alphonse Elric, Nara Shikamaru
- Personal Quote: Hugs are drugs and I'm an addict.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, paper, keyboard, music and more time than the average human would expect
- Email: DiamondRaider@gmail.com
- AIM: RaiderofDiamonds
- Yahoo: Raider_of_Diamonds
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I live in a fictional world, make friends with fictional people. I say fictional words, and think fictional thoughts. But never do I eat fictional food. It all tastes like paper.
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SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS LIKE MAR-I-ELLA. SHE GOT SOME PRITT STICK AND GLUED HER LIPS TOGETHER.
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"The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies."-Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451
"Life's like an hourglass glued to the table"
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I live in a fictional world, make friends with fictional people. I say fictional words, and think fictional thoughts. But never do I eat fictional food. It all tastes like paper.
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