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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.

Please take whatever you need: 

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Jenny
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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 lit 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 :)



Published work:

Silence
Silence
By Jenny Dalziel
Photo book


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.

However, if you appreciate my work because it is art, then I am very grateful! Feel free to leave any comments and tips that you wish :)
So here are some pieces that I feel deserve some recognition, despite my lack of ability to leave a meaningful comment on them... Please do check them out ;)

Reality TV #8It’s not just because they told you, not only because it is inherently wrong, but because it feels wrong.
I'm more than aware of your inability to understand and maybe it’s because I can never describe it properly.  
But yes, despite popular belief, wanting certain things can be wrong, it can be immoral.
Though honestly, I never meant to try so hard.  I had never analyzed every situation so thoroughly and had someone tell me ‘fuck you, start over’.  Not exactly in those words, more like ‘you think too much.  I have no answers.
Now guilt was the aspect that really had me giggling.  It had me gurgling and spitting sideways.  How hilarious that you thought yourself not culpable.  I paused to smirk at the audacity but had long since learned not to question you.  
Time passes without so much as a blink; a shrug, a sigh, a wink  You are an enigma; unreachable, inescapable.


Galaxy mind Here is a girl who's 
Galaxy mind and twisted thoughts 
Are too BIG for her skull, 
(They're too busy shovingAgainsteachother
To make sense)
So, she said, she'll fly away, 
S t r e e e t c h  out to feel the world 
In her hands but~
She can't pull her fingers away
from the pulse, always ticking 
Tick 
      Tock
Tick tock, tick tock ...
.... And stop. 
She's a grenade; coiled spring tight 
While her briar heart beats hard
Against a cold white cage;
Made of Brittle bones 
and her small, cluttered frame
Under gossamer wings 
That will die with the sun
She says she can feel them, 
The wings on her back 
That she was never given


You. Got. This.I see these people all over the place –
Depressed, anxious, confused, confounded even –
And I see them, all uncertain, not knowing what will happen next
I see them trying to be brave or just accepting the fear
I see them breaking and then pretending not to be broken
I see them, and I have only three words:
First word: You
Second person pronoun, indicating the person to whom I am speaking
It’s every person, just as it is specific to the one, making no discernment between the two
Second word: Got
A word indicating possession, ownership, belonging
Also a word indicating inevitability;
In this case You must own, You must possess, You must belong,
And third word: This
A word indicating that of which we are speaking,
In this case all those things you think you are going to fail at,
Or that you want to try but don’t think you can succeed in,
Or all the things you wish you could have but don’t believe you’ll ever own
In this case, You must possess all your d


cuts box
i am not your man
not your gun
not your god
i am not your man
not your gun
not your god
i can wash your life
can clean your conscience
can kiss your soul
but will only make your pain worse
can recicle your life
clean your hell
treat your soul
but can't heal the pain
only make it worse
and i am just like a needle
you feel disgusted by
after the come down
i am the hope you absorb
then wish you never heard of
after the come down
not your man
not your gun
not your god
can you lick the dopamine right out of an empty eyed box?
to scab it you have to powder it first
can someone lick the dopamine out of my empty uneyed box?
not your gun
only my own
cut it open
cut it
cut
cunt
cut
cut
today is the
tomorrow is a
and it slips away
cut


cluttered soulsit is so easy to become intoxicated in failure when everyone you love has become nothing more than a mound of bones.
he's dead,
you're dead,
she's dead,
i'm dead.
i've a test tomorrow on adjectives in a language i appear to understand;
i'm beating myself over the head because i don't want to study,
though all i do is worry that i'm not going to pass.
everyone hates me because no matter how difficult the questions are, i always come out with a ninety percent.
i keep messaging you with internet hugs and showering you with gifts of sorts:
ranging from poetry to portraits;
did she steal your ipod too?
and i'm afraid of everything and anything,
even my own dreams-
his ears were severed and blood was pouring from the holes;
he was clenching a cleaver and he was coming for me, i swear;
he punched me and it felt like knives;
and when i woke up, i could still feel him.

i'm running out of good ideas to publish;
i'm worth three stars, no matter how much of others' s


Dear writers; your pieces are awesome. I feel kind of bad for just faving them and moving on. I honestly didn't know what to write. Combination of my lack of head space and your piece manages to render me speechless, so to put it.

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DalekCaanII Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the favorite! ^-^
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No problemo :meow:
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thank you for the fave
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You're welcome :meow:
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thx 4 the badge
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breakingfreedom94 Featured By Owner 5 days ago
thank you for the llama :)
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You're welcome, and thank you for the watch :aww: :heart:
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breakingfreedom94 Featured By Owner 5 days ago
anytime :)
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