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This is the end, ending by lyzzy-h, literature

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wannabe existence by lyzzy-h, literature

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wannabe existence

Fake plastic...heart. Wannabe real Steelheart. Wanna be a part Of the world we tore apart Wannabe a whole Night with you and roll Around with you and pull My hair, gentle but tight Just to make me want to bite The sweet delight Called 'your lips' And Your body Also, Your soul Let us become a whole again And breathe into each other's skin again And fight! quietly scream all night just to cuddle back together inside the twisted pain of our wannabe existence at least for this instant cause that's what forever felt like with you.

under deep sea of blankets by lyzzy-h, literature

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under deep sea of blankets

Slid down under our cover of reason And start contemplating a shameless treason Escape the clutches that hold you back Cause me one of those minor heart-attacks Begin your battle over the restricted area By firstly calming the spreading hysteria Conquer slowly, inch by inch Slipping away from the oncoming lynch Be sure to embody all of your craving Don't leave a single particle aching or raving Savor the moment of being a warrior And I'll give in to my esprit de corps We'll progress together Anticipating the culmination Pull out all the stops Before we find our salvation And even if I end up With a cardiac arrest Don't m

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This is the end, ending by lyzzy-h, literature

under deep sea of blankets by lyzzy-h, literature

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under deep sea of blankets

I revolve around music by lyzzy-h, literature

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I revolve around music

Color me red And if you color me bad Color the sunrays So they can color me instead Paint me a picture Paint me IN a picture Or give your brush to nature So it can paint me with you Sing me a lullaby Sing me a humming tune Or let the birds sing to us Sing us into a warm afternoon Play me a symphony Play a simple chord Or should we let the leaves Play in harmonial discord? Expose me to your inner gallery Expose your everything inside of me Let's expose ourselves in completion Be the masterminds behind this exposition Write me in your heart Write about it becoming my nest Write yourself as the center of my art Let imagin

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e-motion sickness by ChloroformBoy, literature

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e-motion sickness

first- you introduce yourself as the best thing since sliced bread & first orgasms. your hand outstretches to mine, sweat cascading from my palms second- s later, your dimples curl into a horseshoe grin. teeth exposed, pearly naked white. my heart cringes; its vicegrip clenches your virtuoso name. sin- ging ariose elegies, to which my pulse jolts erratically third- base with a stranger in an elevator. up & down. back & forth. you lie on my back & fourth- when the roller-coaster ends i vomit, nauseated by my own existence. fifth- place is not so bad until you

my unsigned yearBook is a fan of your clockFace by ChloroformBoy, literature

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my unsigned yearBook is a fan of your clockFace

if you were a facebook page, i would like you just so i could unlike you. i waste time stuffing wise clocks in trash cants. i'd stuff you, if i could. unlike you, i waste clever sentence structure on your naked bone structure. i strucked your punctuation marks & fucked your replica in my head & sucked your effigy until i caught cyanosis im blue. im lowercase because im oppressed by you. im pressed against depression. im pressed to your pseudo-skin. impressed you made such an impression on me. im pressed for time (but your stopwatch is in the garbage disposal, remember? countdown, reset. stop watch ing mirrorporn a

hold me close and open me (open close, open close) by ChloroformBoy, literature

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hold me close and open me (open close, open close)

here is a haiku to set the mood: i view you with eyes of telescopes. you see me through a blind man's eyes. i am as depressed as my tongue. an examination of my uvula lets doctors tell me what's wrong with me everything your orthodontist told me to close my eyes & open my mouth your optometrist told me to close my mouth & open my eyes you told me to close my heart & open my legs, but i just closed the window of your Facebook, a window of opportunity, & opened a door shaped like your nothing. as i exited, i found my Something

travel back in time and buy you a bouquet of poems by ChloroformBoy, literature

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travel back in time and buy you a bouquet of poems

You must be April, because I'm a Fool for you. I would run across a toxic sky for you barefoot- until I reach the rainbow inside your ribcage; you are the pot of gold. I am the the pot of cold winter lullabies and old spring memories, a pot I stole from a Marching leprechaun, St Pa-trick, revenge for p lucking fucking petals from four-leaf c lovers and shamerocks singing: loves me, loves me not, leave me, leave me not, leaves fall off forget-me forget-me-nots and I hate flowers and I hate you, April, for bringing showers that may or may not bring May flowers, but I live in the past. My calendar shed its skin agai

i am a black cat. i wish you were my ball of yarn by ChloroformBoy, literature

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i am a black cat. i wish you were my ball of yarn

i lost the you in l u st so now i'm lust in you i will count your heartbeats until i run out of numbers i will invent a new number & name it after your boyfriend, Satan i could write 13-Devillion pretty poems too ugly — for you i could be your guardian angel, sleeping on your right shoulder, but you shrug me off because i am Bad Luck my eyes cough a saline waterfall, NaCl cascades into my papercuts i am worthless— i am worth less than a grain of salt tossed

to love and to cherish 'til punctuation do us part by ChloroformBoy, literature

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to love and to cherish 'til punctuation do us part

i only love you in my poetry: my parenthetic utopia where i can make you into the eighth world wonder, make my freckles swim into your skin, make out with you in paradise's garden, make you into a dandelion, blow you & make a wish: i wish you would make love to me, underneath this sleeping oak tree in my poems, you do (tu fais) you say: i do i say: me too, let's have our honeymoon on the moon, honey (and we do) like dreams, all poems die when their lines di vorc e; (the trick to living forever is to never

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Family Life by lyzzy-h, visual art

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Apr 8, 1991
Macedonia
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: Appleton
deviantWEAR sizing preference: S
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Punk, Alternative
Favourite photographer: *****
Favourite style of art: any
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Wallpaper of choice: my brother
Skin of choice: someone else's
Favourite cartoon character: Little Foot

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Salvador Dali

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Californication

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Hinder

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Гол Човек/Demian

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lyzzy-h

May 4, 2012

Lectures on Literature, Lectures on Life

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"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words all being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."  Vladimir Nabokov

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lyzzy-h

Dec 18, 2011

M A N T R A

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Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't talk about him. Don't think about him. Don't tell people how I N S A N E L Y you want him to notice you talk to you kiss you. Don't be pathetic. D O   N O T .