

spiderweb of scarsit is too much this that you ask of me as i try once more to find my way through your spiderweb of scars, seeing that the flesh around your heart has grown too thick: my affection can no longer penetrate to diffuse the pain with the joy. so push me away one last time. try to break our friendship with your bare hands. it is too much this time. i am tired of waiting for your anger. make your final call. i will not succumb to your traps. not this time. i have nothing left to give.spiderweb of scars


goddess of denialhere the milky white deceptive hint of beauty feigned and desired not skin but snow not hair but willow boughsgoddess of denial
and never have I tried so hard to hope trusting in my first impressions
there the erstwhile innocent decietful wave of happiness worshiped and believed not air but ice not stars but city lights
and still my hands touch the ground kneeling in the misty azure
where the deepest touch paradoxical sensation of everything felt and unfelt not crystal but salt not silver but ancient parchment
an


i asked him to crawli asked him to crawl on top of me. his arms shook as he positioned his face above mine. for a moment i thought he wouldn't move. for a moment i thoughti asked him to crawl
this was the right thing to do. he stopped shaking. and in the stillness, the sadness was allowed to creep into even the smallest spaces between my skin and his. there was no turning back. we both sensed the desperation to feel, to experience, to know it was real. i cried out, and it was real, and it was desperate, and it was sad. it was searching for something more, for something


Never again - clingingLeaving this place i look behind me not sure exactly what i may find waiting for me blank faces of those i used to know slowly changing places of those i used to goNever again - clinging
Everything is gone i used to own at just an age of eighteen i already feel so old to old for my own good fimiliar freinds age into people i dont recognize and cant relate in out usual way
Im feeling so alone even with my family and freinds surrounding me I just wanna be young a little boy content with his nintendo and little advent


EdenEdenEden
We made our way up dry creek beds Stumbling upon ourselves as means
To make futile five-finger stretches at salvation But still we fell, over colorless rocks That shot skyward like sun worshippers Stones like damned tumultuousness Speaking omniscity
So we sprawled over tasteless and unfortunate Finding guidance in the second-hand stars Until our rotten soiled hands were brought down upon Eden Water tumbling over the once forgotten Pouring into the green earth and Filling like a tall glass against high rock walls- Earth covered and mossy life &nbs
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there ain't no power like power of the people!
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Sometimes people need a good lesson i call "shut the fuck up".
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