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Global Warming is Real by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Global Warming is Real

Global Warming is Real The last time I saw the sun was way back 2015, that was when our history became history and love overpowered by lust. Still natural? I think not. 2016, I stopped rhyming I have stopped trying Because everything was hurting Burning Oops I think I did it again. Free Verse Is the Bomb Because to be honest nothing in life is as perfect as your little well written A, B, A, B poem. Everything Was chaotic And messy And the sky was dark and the stars were gone and the clouds darker After all these days, I am still waiting for the sun After the rain The happiness After the great pain The goodness In every evil The

Anchors and Wings by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Anchors and Wings

(Anchors and Wings Part I) I had been 8 years old when I first fell in love. It wasn't a puppy love. I know. I was sure it was real love. Why was I so sure? Because when he moved away, I waited. When he left, I was nothing. A year came, I still waited for him. Another year passed, and the pain was still eating me inside. For five long years, I endured the hole inside my chest. He was the anchor that kept me from loving another. He was the anchor that sunk my heart into the ocean of pain and nothingness. Then along came a prince. It wasn't love at first sight, it wasn't the second or the third either. It was slow, taking it all in, letting e

Written Romance by MmmrawrrR, literature

Breaking Apart by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Breaking Apart

It's okay to be sad, To cry, To miss him each day. It's okay to fall, To feel dead, To remember everything. It's okay. Imagine his lips The taste of his kisses, At the back of your hand, Your face, Your lips themselves. It hurts, But it's okay. You still feel his hand, Soft against yours, Caressing your cheeks; Your soul he touched. You remember how good it felt, How badly you miss it. It hurts, But it's okay. You remember his warmth; The feeling of his comfortable chest, And how it took away every pain. You want it back, You want him back. The feeling of wanting, It hurts, But it's okay. Fall Cry Scream It hurts So very bad B

Different Kind of Happiness by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Different Kind of Happiness

You were the smile That crept each time I sail Riding the waves Of the great ocean of love. You were the sandcastle Made with the melody I whistled So faint so light With the wind the music flights. You were the feeling Inside my heart that's swelling Something that might be happiness But it's a different kind of happiness. My definitions they change But you are the certainty The every period Of every I love you's.

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Global Warming is Real by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Anchors and Wings by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Breaking Apart by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Breaking Apart

Different Kind of Happiness by MmmrawrrR, literature

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Different Kind of Happiness

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your poem by MisfitableGrae, literature

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your poem

you tell me on a thursday that you can’t find the god inside of yourself anymore, that you think that you are finally too much honeycomb and not enough human because lately everything has been slipping through your fingers, and you don’t know how you can keep holding yourself together anymore. if today is the day that you look at the stars and you no longer feel their burn beneath your bones, i will show you the blanket i tried to make when i was eight, and i will tell you all i know about the string theory, which isn’t much, i admit, but i do know the basics, and that’s that everything in the universe is composed

poetry i should not be writing at four a.m. by MisfitableGrae, literature

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poetry i should not be writing at four a.m.

i will love you until it hurts and even past that, until my chest aches with the thought of your eyelashes and every bit of your life has been written on my skin. i will be your pillar of strength. i will love you after it hurts and after i grow numb and grow apart and we find ourselves on opposite sides of the country, like branches on a tree that grew bigger than we could ever imagine. i will keep your city circled on every map i place on the walls of my room, like a reminder and a to do list and a promise all in one. you have etched yourself into every corner of my brain and i have stopped trying to catch myself thinking about you because

leo: by MisfitableGrae, literature

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leo:

1. there is no center of the universe. there is you. there is you and every time i look at you, i figure out all over again that miracles exist, because you are not anything someone could ever repeat—you are a mess of perfectly executed mistakes and you have never failed to take my breath away. 2. sometimes, the girl dances. sometimes she doesn’t, but it rains and rains more and sometimes your clothes stick to your skin but don’t you dare care. promise. 3. you are not an apology, no matter how many times you say you’re sorry. your mother did not create you for you to regret the amount of space you take up. 4. someth

acid trip. by littleblueraccoon, literature

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acid trip.

I stood holding back tears like a guillotine against the wall, praying that my heartbreak was a foreign language, that this betrayal was a blade beneath my skin, invisible. and in one moment I swear I understood all the pain in the world. I knew why I had let death roost between my shoulder blades, I knew why children grieved their tiny pets and buried them in shoe boxes; I understood mothers leaving their children behind at parks, I understood all those skinny boys smoking and holding tight to women who cried, I understood crowds with shaking hands trying to breathe but forgetting and trying to hit that high but missing over and over and

melisma by MisfitableGrae, literature

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melisma

i have heard that every woman is either ophelia or the queen, either too much or not enough, either drowning or swimming, either dying from grief of living with guilt. but i have run past enough finish lines in my life to know that sometimes you give up and sometimes you keep going until your legs hurt and your lungs bleed. what i mean is that i used to forget that there once was a version of me that did not know the twelve shades of blue in your eyes or what words to use to describe them. what i mean is that i still catch myself thinking about that time i saw you singing in your kitchen with your hair down, dancing around to the radio

palimpsest by MisfitableGrae, literature

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palimpsest

1. “so have you, like, ever fallen in love with a straight girl?” she asks. “i bet it’s like, totally awkward.” i laugh and stutter through a no that comes out sounding too much like your name, and then you are there, slipping into my mind without knocking, like you have any right to come back unannounced. it has been months since you called. i suppose that counts as awkward, but when people say awkward, i think of teenagers skinning their knees tripping after each other, of the sound of knives scraping dinner plates during sunday supper— i do not think of your voice when you tell me you have found the

ace of spades by MisfitableGrae, literature

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ace of spades

1. i come out wrong. well, no, sorry. i come out loudly. i tell my friends almost immediately, before the puzzle is even halfway complete. i tell them that given the opportunity and the consent i would probably fuck the waitress that waved at us as we walked in. but the words aren’t as true as i want them to be, mostly because i don’t want to fuck her, i want to hold her hand. i want to be the one that gets to hug her from behind and kiss her cheek when she’s sad. i wanna know if she’s afraid of thunderstorms, i wanna know if she builds blanket forts, i wanna know her stance on eskimo kisses and if she would let someo

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Mar 6
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Deviant for 11 years
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birthdAy '13: Celebrated lucky birthday #13

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Heyy, wazzap yo?

The name's Kimberly, tho people call me "MOY"
Great name, ne? XD

I'm new here so PLEASE DO TAKE CARE OF ME. *u*
uhh, well, no, -.-
Actually been a deviant two years ago, but well, shit happens
"forgot-my-password" happened

Dear Rm,

You're my life. ♥

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Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Sleeping With Sirens, Coheed and Cambria, Secondhand Serenade, Tonight Alive, Asking Alexandria, Skate For Sake, Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, and MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANY MORE. :3

Favourite Books

Awesome books. *nods* hmm hmm

Favourite Games

The Hunger Games >:D

Other Interests

Singing, playing, skating, surfing(the internet trololol), doodling, 9gagging, etc. I'm lame, yeaaah. :3

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MmmrawrrR

Aug 7, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEVIANTART!!!

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DA IS ABSOLUTELY SUPERFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDACIOUS!!!!

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Feb 6, 2013

WE NEED A SKATEPARK

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Ooookay so school was shit. Our flatbar got stolen. Decks got crashed. People hates us. and the worst part is, WE HAVE NO PLACE TO SKATE. awesome, right? =,= It's sad to think that the people in this small city are seeing skaters as devils It's sad to think that people see us as bad influence to others It's sad to think that people say we're trouble makers It's sad to think that people blame everything negative to us. Well, I've got news for you "people", We are just like you, living, breathing, pooping The thing is, we skate, and we do it because it's a part of our life Skating is not a hobby, it's not a sport IT'S OUR WAY

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Feb 4, 2013

Sudden Death Spreads its Virus Again

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:( Our dog died. Our beloved dog. May you rest in peace Krung-Krung And you will always be perfect You'll always be beautiful Our hearts will never forget you You didn't belong here And it's become so clear Why heaven called your name And it just doesn't seem right, was it really your time? Are we dreaming? We'll never let go of you Wish you were here but it's becoming clear That Earth's just not the place for an angel like you And now we must let you move forward Our love lies with you Our souls fly with you Krung-Krung