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Tragic by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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Tragic

The ribbons coarse, ring lines against. Pressed to the harness and hanging on Three times counting, stepping out. Lest the banging on the walls Talking, shouting, purposely fought Pealing, I'm dragging the paper down again, I'm printing the continuous methods to salvation. They can't help but think they feel the most The self inflicted fakeness of each passing word Pools racked in ivy, standing somewhere along the balcony... His devil can't even laugh. Morning, morning. Damn bed sheets black- Not changed for a year and still corpses sit Two favourites among the genneration. Annabell with her blue eyes The pride decapitate

You Never Knew by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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You Never Knew

I could apologise for most of us And what we could not have spoken Too much of a breeze slips through my window- I grasp hollow covers closer The patterns are all that are left. We ask for not what we need but want I seach and find nothing more All this is thrown behind nights, Jammed in too tight and shut in to place. Just a look, merely a glance My mind makes up with myself I shake its hand and we smile An understanding is yet to be settled. Destruction can find his own way in this place He can watch from the falling wall. Were locked, sparkling in curiosity Too much yet not enough. Paracites flicker around us in wonder-

I'm Not A Poet by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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I'm Not A Poet

Alas, if I had grasped words in youth, Lest even thought or dreaming I was never a kid. Young mind set on pityful rhyming persuit- Grammar dificient and speach, Own self believed to feel more than most. Question, misplaced eights unable to write I thought myself a cook, failed so. Then even music took my path, I was a theif to sing quietly, undertones I could not sing. I found a pencil from a kin, Looked up at computer screen- picture perfect Taken from other tweaks, I felt not myself an artist. Although, I sit in thought and repeating dream- After found doodles and recipes Comes absent scribblings- My fragments of chaos

Limbo by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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Limbo

I stared up at several self portraits that had been hung from my ceiling, listening to faint undertones of an argument that occured several hours before. Sea gulls squarked behind my curtains, they'd managed to find their way through the open window. I could recall the taste of salt in my mouth that I must've picked up from the shop yesterday, I was most certain it was after a walk on the decks. I don't particularly remember swimming that early in the morning, but apparently so, I'm told. I got back covered in sand, stumbling absent mindedly untill I collapsed somewhere outside, or possibly near to my house. Somewhere around there.

Vincent by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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Vincent

"Vincent? Vincent?" The sky managed to hold the scarcely lit moon in its centre, he used the dim flickers of a lighter to see his way down an overgrown and obviously un-used alley way. The half standing walls coated in rain reflected his figure, and time had eaten away viciously into the stones where he stood. He could recognise the smell of ash quickly filling his nose and lungs, heard a hushed whisper, "Vincent?", it enquired. "Please, listen." He did not, of course. And so he walked fast paced, back into the passing crowd that filled the street. "It's not real, remember." He, of all people was havin

Peach Castle by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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Peach Castle

With that. That being another word The one with curses closely linked- Confusion, loss. Likeyhood of things. The Luck, or lack of Which shows its fair haired pose- With maybe a stutter. Includes a small prick of shards within the bargain! Of course, too well kept and too tightly held Too bleached with hands that could not tell- Speak, wonder. Eventually end dirty, left broken on the floor With ripped arms that worked far too far- Away. The That, or This. With nothing involved; provoked a certain cliche A little state, a jealous Wretch Chemically enhanced with LA's best. Back in the Then, The malicious bitch. Sits rock

Misinterpreted Title by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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Misinterpreted Title

She was never meant to be involved, damn it. Do you think she hears us when we speak? Abuse? La la la la, I'm really not listening they hope/believe It hurts when I touch the wound... Help. Bring me a plaster? Whisper though, I don't want anyone to know. Waiting... Feeling the uncomprehdable FEELINGS that cannot be even named I felt so at peace then... Screw this, screw that, when are you going to actually screw him? Question mark. Oh wait, you have already. Gravity, all it does is pull you down- So emo of me to say, so. So expected, gay even! When are we going to go out? Just a couple of minutes... You can never wait can you! W

William's Night With The Show by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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William's Night With The Show

Over reflective rivers, they turn- The long seated boats, watching from bridge A gloss mahogany wooden finish Shaped like the Magician's walking shoe. And the tiniest cracks, along three storey pastel Spew flowers in their ancient gleam. Petals flutter, floating by Sinking sometimes -cheers from the masked. Cloaks and shadows, with bobing heads Awe at sheer colour of the dim set red. And with an open canvas -a trembling stone window William; gloved in white hands that fold Rests a smile on the busy shuffle- The dresses waving to 'an throw. Parties set on variying bays- On moon-lit evenings, a sweet lulliby played With harps

A Bother For Ivy Nock by KyuuketsukiVikki, literature

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A Bother For Ivy Nock

The quick shiver of hands upon ivy palms Tips so light, so cold. (Almost gon') Much like unbearable, crumpled cloth. Eulogies read too loud, too clear. Lack of pained expression- Nor taking a withering box, at glance First comes self; two pence 'o opinion. Those darkest curtains known to thee- Pits of guilt for thy, soon. Swimmin' in the brewin' rain Blackest clouds thou'st ever seen! In a dim set coun'ry room 'Teh candles spread wide and far Alight thou seemed alive at last- Sat at the porch be the master's car. And with thou'st dearest gentlemen, Charmful eye A bow, a simple gesture still The wrapped and gloved yo

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How to kill a writer by Trante, literature

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Ink on a blank sheet, suck dry a body through the pen sitting between a finger and an open vein, he won't last longer than the emptiness written about she. Doctor. Words to enlighten the path leading your spark to the edge of the world, it's futile when you're already falling, it's obscure. Doctor, we're losing him. Paper to walk on like a white tile ready to be brok

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Fear of falling

Oh, the fear of falling, Oh the feel of shdowed night, The beautiful harmony calls, So we cant see beyond the light, So the settled silence - as the dust floats away, I miss the sound 'cause - it can scare the dark away, Silence kills me slowly. As its louder then any sound. I lay on cold ground lonley, Lost and damned like my heart, The disturbing pressure, I can feel against my chest, Makes my breathing harder to acomplish for today, So as I lay here only with the clothes upon my back, Outside my mothers house, begging her to take her daughter back, I realise I am homeless, lost hope, never found, And if you where to shoot me

sorrow season by GrimmestFangs, literature

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sorrow season

"They call us two birds of a feather, and I can't really determine if that is an insult or not, but, just maybe, and I hope, it is." Her lips are glossy, and narrow, and she is watching the sun die again, and the birth of a half moon rise with contempt. (She finally understands that we all live to die and that we all die to live, but she still finds the concept loose-ended.) Her finger-nails whimsically scratch into the wounds on her scraped knees. Ignoring the gruesome portrait of the blood etched in-between her pale skin, she continues to inject herself with what seemingly looked like an endless supply of Anesthesia. I accept

About KyuuketsukiVikki

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Dec 24
United Kingdom
Deviant for 14 years
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Current Residence: Kent
Favourite genre of music: Cybergoth
Favourite style of art: Renaissance
Favourite cartoon character: Donald Duck

Favourite Visual Artist

Da Vinci

Favourite Movies

Dorian Gray, Interview With The Vampire

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nirvana, Tim Minchin, My Chemical Romance

Favourite Writers

Rupert Brooke

Favourite Games

The Sims 3

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Jul 6, 2010

What do you say here?

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Do you vent out in a public journal>? I'd think no, perhaps. Although do you know how much that appeals to me. Unbelieveably. -I'd start with saying what I've done, everything. Who I like, who I hate, who I love. Who I believe I love, whatever, same difference. Annoying teenage attraction eh, what can you do with it. Burn it, alot. -On the things I want to say, I've gotten back to old ways, some new but older. I've changed, eh. For one added twice in as much as punctuation as usual. Apart from that, I'm doing destructively. Dandy. Peachy, peach pie. :) -Been listening to new stuff lately, liking Violent Femmes, got an old rock sound but un

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May 8, 2010

Journal

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Been a few months. flipped off deviantart as it was not working for me. Everything is real different yanno. Really have no idea what to put down, old times are catching up with the present. Feel like i've changed too much. still write, yeah. Just cannot be bothered most of the time. Drawing better, I think. Ish. School-no comment. Some ways better some worse. so on and off lately. Haha, i'm so emo. Want to just say screw you everyone I knew -no, it's not personal by the way.

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Mar 7, 2010

Deviantart

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Right, so I think deviantart is working for me now. It is just very slow, very inpredictable and pretty much epically failing. XD It's so annoying that I haven't been able to check my updates and such. -.- Just completely freezes my internet. Ah, what's happened lately then>? Tbh, nothing much out of the ordinary. Stressed, down all the time and grumpy. *In other words, PMT* XD I'm gonna dump a poem on here that I writ last night, FINALLY. Ahwell, it can only get better ja>? *YAYY FOOD is ready. XD I lost half a stone due to bloody braces stopping me from eating, how awesome is that>? XD* Only half my body weight to go>! XD Jokes jokes. =D

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Wyvernadas

Hey viks, I think you would like that assassins creed book

What with it being set in Renaissance italy, and it has Da vinchi in it. You can hug him in the game if you press a button quick enough, but I missed and I didn't hug him! He looked so sad! I cried

Vinchi>? Sounds like a pasta dish. XD Vinccccccii. ^.^ Hehe. I was going to get it today, Tescos didn't have it though. -.- You could have hugged Da Vinci>?? Well why didn't you woman>!!! ^.^

Wyvernadas

Yum pasta!!!!! Tesco aren't as bad as asda D:
Yes I nearly hugged him, but I missed the button! It was like "Press shift" And I waslike *spacebar*. ooopss. Then leo went all sad cus I didn't hug him