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Some writing pieces that I am particularly proud of...

KnittingYou will have to forgive me
            for hysteria is clawing out of my throat
     as uncontrolled laughter
                 and the tears from my eyes
          that stream down my face,
                       defiling my immaculate eyeliner
                 with streaks as dirty as my
                            filthied mind;
My fingers are intricately interlocked and
           bound so tight that my knuckles are discoloured
     white and yellow and blue while
                 pins and needles stab and gouge
           overstrained tendons
How to be a parent1. Hit your child
when they do something wrong
or something
that you don't like.
Fists, open palms,
belts or wooden spoons
work best.
Do not explain why,
and make sure
to leave a mark.
2. Shout at your child
should they ever frustrate you
or make you angry.
Whether it's their fault
or yours;
they should be the ones to pay for it.
Especially if they cannot do
what you want them to,
no matter how hard
they might have tried.
3. Mock your child
when they are upset.
Do not comfort them
like they deserve;
tell them how stupid they look
with that runny nose
and tears streaming down their face.
Ask them if they've finished yet,
and if they continue to cry,
simply turn your back.
4. Shun your child
when they want your attention.
Tell them that the thing they made
is just a thing, not a plane,
and that it is not good enough,
and never will be.
Make sure they understand
how much better you were
at everything
at their age.
Make them feel worthless,
like a failure,
like they don't deserve your love
DumbWhy   s t a y   • s • i • l • e • n • t •
                                          when they—
        —ADDRESS    .y.o.u.
          —Berate     .y.o.u.
            —beat     .y.o.u.
with   « s y l l - a - b l e »  percussions
                 hammering straining
   ear drums
                                         raw to
       D i S - t O r - T i O n ?
Flesh   )c a v e d(   to   {e m b r a c e}
RunnerI walked, at first.
Then I ran.
And I kept on running,
even when I could no longer force the air into my lungs,
and the world spun and stars danced
in front of my glazed-over eyes.
I ran further than I had ever run before,
I ran miles and miles,
and I overheated until I had to
tie my shirt up and expose my
belly to keep from passing out.
I ran through a village,
then another village-and-another
and nobody ever met my eye
I ran down bridleways-footpaths
and ran through fields
and leg-shredding-brambles,
with my blade-down-the-back-of-my
trousers and t-H-i-R-t-E-e-N rivers of scarlet
trraaaaiiiiiiling down my arm.
I ran until I was
and my limbs were leaden and my mouth
tasted sweet and-i-had-no-food-or-energy-left
in a field near a road at the top of the hill watching the—
—sun set in reds-and-oranges-and-golds,
blue-velvet hues
Spirals and HurricanesSpinning, falling, down, down,
Dance to the chorus of the stars;
a waltz, step in time, three,
spirals, twisting, leaping, free.
Heads raised in triumph to the sun,
Fists clenched as bullets, shining bright,
glaring, smouldering through your soul
of sweet, sweet venom in your veins.
Hurricanes and missile fire,
Screaming chaos, deafened ears,
when blinded eyes watch old worlds die
as dumb men sing to solemn skies.
Clouds as waves, velvet, shrouds,
Drown in nectar, royal blue
butterflies drift on the breeze
of saddened sighs and weakened hearts.
Spirals blend with hurricanes,
Tears are stained with sand,
the woven noose,
a broken neck,
one final breath.
Ashes to ashesBurnt remains float on the draft,
A lazy dance on hidden currents,
Twirling, soaring, plunging into the gap
between charred floorboards
and ashen sills;
Empty inside...
Motes blurring into shadowed spectres,
Flashing in shafts of sunlight
that penetrate gloomy rooms,
Tales long forgotten
remembered in the woodgrain;
Void of feeling...
Disturbing footprints scattered,
Chaotic paths of desperation
running in circles,
Sprinting to a standstill
on black-veined tiles;
Cold as ice...
Splashes of vibrance embracing
silver plated moonbeams,
Ashes to ashes,
And shackled souls
battered to the bone;
Your words taste of dust.

Why do you keep fighting? 

14 deviants said Because; [comment]
7 deviants said I don't know


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Published work:

By Jenny Dalziel
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Finished writing the song less than a week after I started (some of you may remember me posting a teaster MONTHS ago...) and due to my anxiety and shitty neighbours and living situation, I've been too scared to record the voice parts until tonight. Finally did it. Done. Here you go. Took me long enough. I know the recording's not fantastic, but the important parts are there, and considering I was using the iPad mic (lol, gotta give the iPad back to college some point, fuck them I just bought myself a far nicer tablet that cost twice as much as I intended to spend with the fees I would have paid them, but it's shiny and awesome I just won't let myself use it until the case and screen protector arrives) I think it turned out pretty well.



PlinthFinally got around to finishing the recording:
Darling, take my picture off the wall,
The frame's all cracked and the paper's torn,
Oh, darling, I remember as the day
Your soul lay battered.
Can't you see that I'm broken?
Can't you see? You must carry on,
While I lay to rest by the doorstep.
Hold on to your faith so you don't fall,
The flames still burn though you seek their warmth,
Oh, somehow your blood begins to thaw;
Your heart starts beating.
Can't you see that I'm broken?
Can't you see? You must carry on,
While I lay to rest by the doorstep.
I cannot give you the comfort you seek,
I cannot grant you safety,
Breathe for yourself with your exhausted lungs,
Turn your head towards the sun.
Darling, take the mirror from the wall,
The glass is smashed and the edges worn,
Oh, darling, reflections do not change,
Your eyes are haunted.
Can't you see that I'm broken?
Can't you see? You must carry on,
While I lay to rest by the doorstep.

Yes, voice and guitar are me, other instruments are also played by my but synthesised to technically cheating ;P


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AterImber Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2014
Hi there!! :wave:

 :iconbluesparklesplz: Just wanted to say thank-you so much for giving me a Llama Badge!! :iconbluesparklesplz:

:heart: Thank-you so much for your support of my work!! I'm so glad you like it! :D
ReasonBear Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2014  New member Professional General Artist
Reason bears for all to see
Who dares throw glass llamas at me?
SheDares bearing snacks for free
While snapping stills of Terra's tree

Jagged jaws crunch broken pixels
orange flavored
dearly basted

llamas taste like shit
I'm not nearly wasted enough

Sirlogan997 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2014
Thank you for the llama:) 
SheDares Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome :meow:
necropoetus Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014
Thankies for the Llama, here's one for you :heart:
SheDares Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :aww:
necropoetus Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2014
My pleasure Meow :3 
Aiamai Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama! =u=
SheDares Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome :meow:
IceFlower24 Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I know I don't have too much thank you for the llama :)
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