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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}
     h                      
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-a-town-then-a-village
then another village-and-another
and nobody ever met my eye
or-asked-if-i-was-okay.
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
SaFe-FrOm-DiScOvErY
then-i-jumped-off-a-bridge-and-ran-some-more
and my limbs were leaden and my mouth
tasted sweet and-i-had-no-food-or-energy-left
-to-keep-running-and-i-collapsed
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,
forget-me-nots,
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.

You guys are so damn positive even when I'm being fowl tempered... 

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Jenny
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United Kingdom
I am 21 year old artist, writer, composer, singer-songwriter and jewellery maker.

I don’t really have one particular area of interest yet; I just enjoy creating and will give anything new a shot ;)

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Ambitions:
:bulletblue: Earn a daily deviation
:bulletblue: Get some of my writing professionally published (rather than self-published)
:bulletblue: Many other things, but those are the main ones that matter here ;P

Please do visit/ comment/ like if you enjoy my work :meow:

Published work:
Silence
No matter how dark the night gets, there will always be that tiny little spark waiting to blaze with life in the dawn...
Through a deeply emotional series of photography and poetry, explore the world of an individual with mental illnesses and how they are learning to overcome the accompanying difficulties.


Other:
:bulletblue: If I favourite but don't comment; I love it and just can't think of any constructive or decent feedback ♡
:bulletblue: You do not need to thank me for the llama, favourite or donation.
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:bulletblue: Even if I do not thank you for favourites, I do really appreciate all of them!
:bulletblue: I do not generally participate in "tagged" journals.


WARNING: If your favourites are full of naked women instead of art, especially if you do not have any deviations of your own, then I will most likely block you. This is an art site, not a porn site. My work carries a message, or maybe a little fun. Not jack-off material for some random stranger on the internet. And no, I will not send you nudes: Stop asking.

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Paint Brush Earring by JessicaDunn
{break}let's paint the sky in masturbatory self-delusion / come on, you know you want to / play / let's paint the sky in egotism / boiling bloody / setting shepherds on constant guard / redness in a vivid crack / graffiti that cannot be / ignored // does it scare you / do we scare you / we're the ones you warn your kids about / a cautionary fucking tale / we're the ones we were warned about / look at us now / this is wallowing, isn't it / this is manic-desolation and / we're playing / lost and found / in amongst the stars // this is an anthem / we're singing contentment in containment / we're singing hope with fuck-all nothing / we're shouting hallelujah / hallelujah across the sky // hallelujah with no god in sight / and that's enough // tiger.you always told me that
i was a fast runner,
i came out of your womb         sprinting.
you, my fierce tiger mother, with your rough, hardworking hands,
you take those sharpened claws out of empty pockets
to knock me down when you don't realize that i've already fallen,
because eighteen years of growing
gave me eighteen years of growing pains.
in the sweetest memories i have of you,
your back is turned away from me.
you butcher bloodred tomatoes,
while singing a lovely song
of fantasies,
of a storybook mother
who loves her child more than
anyone else does.
back when i believed you,
i let you give me
a bruised childhood
because of scarred test booklets,
a broken heart
because of weakened knees.
now that i don't believe you,
i realize, eighteen years too late,
that i have to be my own mother.
you never told me that
i was a slow thinker,
i should have come out of your womb         sprinting
away from you.

a photograph of you by chriseastmids
The Silent Commencement Toastfour long years down
and you bounce from one end
of the table
to the other, one of the
milder consequences
of the divorce-remarriage reset,
but you still spring
on the energy of the day
and potential
of what comes next
you've wrangled down
the irrational math
of both theory and the thick
of what floats
at this table of gazes
saids and unsaids,
the nagging question
below the question
not of your own- but the worth
and roles of those around you
dear girl, this end of the table
silently toasts you, soberly
knowing you know
these things too well,
that tension
has a rightful seat
at many tables
where friends aren't friends
and different ways are went
once the hubs
break up and leave
in different cars
toward different states
i know you know
that's okay, because
love really needs
to mean love, not need
and this silent toast
burns at its edges
of partly-apology, but knows
you're so well past the point
of my mistakes
that your new start
really isn't new
we leave you gleaming
and halfway home
ou
Faceless but smiling.I am basking in the sun
But I do not remember
Leaving the sanctity of the indoors.
You play with my fingers,
Faceless but smiling,
And whisper sweet nothings
That I don’t listen to.
Your voice fades into the background
Along with out of sync birdsong
And the wind rustling leaves
That I cannot see from the ground.
I turn to you, but not really,
I’m still looking at the sky,
Watching the clouds move slowly
And trying to figure out
If my eyes are playing tricks
Or whether this is proof that we are spinning
A thousand miles an hour
Without even standing up.
But more likely
It is just the wind.
And I say something about being a romantic
And your whisperings pause
Before starting up again
And I’m still not listening.
The grass has been cut recently
And it’s too sharp on my skin,
I want to leave, find somewhere softer,
But you’re still holding my hand,
Your fingertips tapping mine
In a rhythm I don’t understand
And it feels wrong
To make you move
When you a

Depression by DestinyBlue
raysthe blazing sun of August
was refracting all of my desires
on his skin
like burning arrows of delight.
refract?
yes,
they refract into his body
and reflect
his heart.
see, it's both
the nature of the material
and the quality
that matter.
xciv. you are the stardust between my sheetssilently our bodies
meld together in waves
of hot and cold as our
arms and legs tangle
like comets dancing at
the feet of Orion,
your soft and lecherous
lips sweep across my
stinging cheeks as your
delicate fingers work orbits
around my hips leaving
stardust trails in their wake;
we are two bodies bound
to collide like the brilliant
colors of the northern lights
for we are cosmic lovers:
you are my shining galaxy
and I am a black hole--
I will swallow you whole.

Spectral Dancer by Catscendence
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Hey Jenny.  Thank you for the fave.  Best energies sent your way, friend.
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SheDares Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart:
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner 4 days ago
stay strong x
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SheDares Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
trying <3
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chriseastmids Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Photographer
Jenny as always thank you for the fave ad :tighthug:
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SheDares Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome :heart:
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chriseastmids Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Photographer
:hug:
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Miyo-Yomise-Hikase Featured By Owner May 18, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama. :)
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SheDares Featured By Owner May 18, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome ;)
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DalekCaanII Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch!! :tighthug: :hug: :heart: :heart: :heart:
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