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Literature
So much more
I could have been
So much more
I could have reached
Great heights
Archieve success
Become someone
But I have no ambition
Energy
Willpower
Motivation
They were all destroyed
Long ago
I have no goals in life
Other than surviving
And as I get older
I care less and less
About the dead end
Awating me on this path I walk
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More lichen by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave More lichen :iconghostoftheemptygrave:GhostOfTheEmptyGrave 3 5
Literature
Inner power
Some are proud of their strength
But the strongest people I know
Are unaware of their own strength
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Blue by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave Blue :iconghostoftheemptygrave:GhostOfTheEmptyGrave 6 4
Literature
Just passing through
Waking up
Tired
Dragging
Myself
Through
The day
Again
And again
Watching myself
Getting older
While the rest
Stays
The same
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Literature
Mediocre
So much work
So much effort
So much potential
Gone to waste
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Peaceful by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave Peaceful :iconghostoftheemptygrave:GhostOfTheEmptyGrave 3 4
Literature
In between
From dust we come
To dust we return
What really matters
Is what we do in between
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Lilypads by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave Lilypads :iconghostoftheemptygrave:GhostOfTheEmptyGrave 5 8
Literature
Creation
The mind struggles
To idealize beauty
The hand holds the pen
Making it a reality
   (kind of)
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Lamp and roses by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave Lamp and roses :iconghostoftheemptygrave:GhostOfTheEmptyGrave 5 8
Literature
Tears
If you want to make me cry
You better be an onion
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Literature
Why would I?
Why would I hide my scars?
Why would I hide my past?
Why would I deny who I am?
And why do you care so much?
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Literature
Reminder
Your last gift to me
The last breath of what is now
But a dead, decaying body
A memory soon to fade away
A memento of what we once had
A ghost of what we could have had
A reminder of you, former dear
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Stone face by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave Stone face :iconghostoftheemptygrave:GhostOfTheEmptyGrave 5 0
Literature
A bit of normality
We all want some form of normality
Stability of some kind
To function on our everyday life
To survive for yet another day
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Literature
a letter to comets
you blaze brightly.
the word starstruck exists
for a reason,
and it's not because you hurt people;
it's because you awe them.
absolute power cannot corrupt absolutely
because you burn brighter than all.
you glitter.
oh, you hardly notice,
because you're too focused on the fact that
you're made of rock,
but people call you falling stars
and they wish on you.
light spends its whole life
chasing you in the form of tails.
you're going places.
i know sometimes you feel like
you've been travelling the same
well-worn path for millennia,
but at least you're moving.
sometimes the only way to
keep up is to keep going.
chin up, darling,
you'll get there.
you're untouchable.
nobody can reach you
as long as you don't let them.
you're far above the rest of us.
stay there.
don't be afraid to love.
love the universe,
love your god(s),
love the sky,
love people.
it's going to hurt over and over
but eventually you'll find something
to call home.
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Literature
sun
and i'm in love with the way she cracks a smile
after cracking a joke
and her laugh when i say something funny;
i adore the way her hair swoops
ever so slightly at the ends,
even when she complains about it.
i'm in love with her nebula eyes
that turn bright with the sky
and the galaxies in her hair,
the way it looks like a melting sunset
in fluorescent lights and
she is neon signs and city streets
without the danger;
she is weekends spent home alone
but never feeling like it;
she is poetry and 3 a.m. texts
and fairy tales and architecture
and and and--
she is home.
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Literature
Contradiction
I long to live
When I am dead
Eager to die
When I'm alive
I am contradiction
I stand against myself
I am the definition
Of life lived in hell
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Literature
A Pluviophile's Joy
Petrichor:
the smell of rain mixing with soil.

Electricity shoots through stormy grey clouds, luminescent veins streaking the sky above my head. Thunder rattles my ribcage and I close my eyes, tipping my head backwards.
It starts as a soft pattering, a few drops kissing my cheeks, stroking my shoulders. I hear another deep rumble and the downpour intensifies. In a matter of seconds my blouse is clinging to my frame, the bench I'm sitting on slick with rain.
I soak in the cool sense of joy seeping in through my skin, feeling it being absorbed into my veins. A smile makes its way onto my lips and I breathe in the fresh air, letting it cleanse my shivering lungs.
It's only when the storm eases that I open my eyes, blinking away the last few droplets. I watch as the pale sun peeks out from behind the dense clouds, its fragile rays falling onto my forehead.
Sighing, I reluctantly rise. Shooting one last longing glance at the lightening heavens, I collect my closed umbrella and start
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Literature
The Grace of the Hours
I.
the lovers who built you
who broke you
who laid you in a bed of leaves
and made a garden of you
the seeds will not take
germinate in the taiga’s soil
for years to come
but they are there
II.
he tells you he loves you
and gives you back something
you never knew had been taken
and for a moment
you understand the pages
and centuries of prose
III.
insomnia does not run in your
family
so you cannot fathom
what has kept you up
three nights in a row
made the tree branches tap
harder on your window pane
IV.
he won’t believe you
when you insist you
have always
preferred vanilla,
like it is his job
to change your mind
to change the direction
the earth spins
V.
you will revisit that moment
in your mind many times
and once in real life
it will lace everything
that touches your tongue
with the taste of iron
VI.
she was like nothing
you ever imagined
and the stardust
floating around her
lit the scene so well
VII.
there is a day in spring
unshackled by the impasse
of winter
the cloak o
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Literature
Staying Behind the Gates
We did not leave her for dead,
she refused the life vest and space
on the raft all squished beside.
We did not leave her for dead
she stayed with wet feet, looking down,
too in love with the flood to move.
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by qwibes

Wonderful. Suicide is a rather common subject among us poets but you managed to write about it in an original and fresh way. The first ...

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Just an invisible man, writing his thoughts and fighting a battle in vain aganist life itself. Lost friends, broken hearts, bullying, a (relatively) messed up family life and overall anti-social tendencies led me to that. And love is a strange concept to me... At least DeviantArt is both an escape and a way to connect to others. Where would I be without it?...

Anyway, enjoy my poems, pictures and all the other stuff. I must warn you, most of my poetry tends to be quite dark and sometimes depressing. I do some photography too.

One more thing: there's no need to thank me for every fave, llama or whatever, OK?

Oh, and I don't mind poetry requests. For free. Come on, inspire me :)
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I could have been
So much more
I could have reached
Great heights
Archieve success
Become someone
But I have no ambition
Energy
Willpower
Motivation
They were all destroyed
Long ago
I have no goals in life
Other than surviving
And as I get older
I care less and less
About the dead end
Awating me on this path I walk
Some are proud of their strength
But the strongest people I know
Are unaware of their own strength
Waking up
Tired
Dragging
Myself
Through
The day
Again
And again
Watching myself
Getting older
While the rest
Stays
The same
I just cut off all ties I had with a good friend of mine on impulse. Really, all ties. Deleted, just like that. Without even waiting for a reaction. Why? Because I couldn't take it anymore. That relationship was but a chore without any pleasure. And I don't even feel bad about that. I realized I don't care for that person anymore. A person not long ago I held dear. Someone very close and special to me, someone I genuinely cared about with all my heart and soul.
Am I a bad person? Am I a cold heartless mess? What have I done and why do I care so little about it?

Like the title says, I'm a disgrace...

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Thanks for the fav!
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Tks for the support and faves
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No problem :)
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Happy birthday!
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Thanks :)
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You're welcome.
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LeoniseGale Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017
Happy birthday, my friend!  Thank you for all your support, and for sharing your talents with us! :)  I hope today is a wonderful day, to begin a wonderful new year.Hug 
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Thanks a lot, my friend. I'll make sure to keep it up :)
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