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Shallan And The Chasmfiend by emmgoyer7 Shallan And The Chasmfiend :iconemmgoyer7:emmgoyer7 212 13
scent trail
something gentle tugs up tender at
the corners of your smile
(and i think i'll call it pride) -
i can tell it's just as
fragile as i am
and i watch it slip away
just as quickly as it surfaced,
like the stilling of a pulse
in the dead of the night
(your gaze is cool and
strong against
the speckles of my cheek,
and i can feel the pressure
today i am a free bird flying
but i think the wind is only
ripping down from my soft wings
and uprooting the feathers
instead of letting me float on the air
and there are breezes destined
to whirl me skyward
and break my bones on the
harvest ground; 
and there are hunters lurking
in the shadows who can kill
without a sound
my tremors are clamped
in the pause of my hands
but the tension escapes me
as flaws in the plans
your mangata
with numinous grace 
but the path is hidden
by the heave
of the sea
and the sillage
around your face
but your eyes are
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we will become silhouettes
slowly, first,
like candle wax melting:
you lose the colour in your memories.
my sunflower rainboots
become dust,
stuck in my hair, dust.
the room lies in silence.
behind my ears, i kept a bit of melancholy
but i lost it yesterday.
the winds smoothed out that edge
to your smile that was like the beard of a key,
fitting just right.
we were solid ground.
"forever". now,
the room lies in silence.
we were warm skin, once.
tomorrow, as the day comes up,
we will be left as merely silhouettes.
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"It's not meat you know."
He'd slipped up silently beside me at the meat counter and was pointing to the shrink-wrapped flat of striploin I was holding.
"They print those, from meat flavoured engineered inks, but they're not meat."
As I turned to look at him, he withdrew slightly and glanced furtively around, shrinking into the hooded sweater he was wearing.
"LeGrange and Baxter, those are real meat. Grown in a field, real. Not those ones though, they're all printed."
I put the steak down and looked further down the coolers at the LeGrange display.
"Your jeans too, not cotton. They sell them as cotton, but it's not organically grown cotton, it's engineered. Ever wonder why it itches? You should stick to Levi Strauss and Company, quality clothing for over one hundred and sixty years."
It took a moment to process that the man was just talking about Levi's. I stopped and took a look around. This was the strangest man I'd bumped into at the grocery store in recent memory.
"You're a jean sn
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I saw the tornado in your eyes
So you learnt to hide your hurricanes,
You hushed your storms silent,
And hid the seams in your bruised heart,
You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.
-I saw the tornado in your eyes
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love letters to introverts
To the boy who prefers spending Friday nights at home:
the world does not understand how beautiful silence sounds
As you crack open that book you've been waiting to read,
  or plug in your computer,
    or listen to music,
or maybe just stare at the night sky from your bedroom window-
(please) remember what everyone else seems to forget;
that being alone does not always equal lonely--
and that sometimes no company is the best company there is. 
To the girl who does not speak up in class: 
I was once you. 
You are not deficient, I promise, despite everyone telling you otherwise. 
You might be the only one who will ever know the universes 
tucked inside your head, 
because they are beautiful secrets you cannot bring yourself to share,
for fear that they might be vandalized. 
When you speak,
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cancer-eyes, cancer-eyes,
(i think i had wings, once, back when the
world still looked a little lighter
than the darkness--)
they told me, darling, we've got
some news about that
sickness in your bones; but not to worry, not
to worry, we'll try our best to find a way...
i used to think 'our best' was good enough, back
when i could stand on my own
two feet without slipping and sliding
as the world turned sideways; back when i was younger
and staring at the pillows on the bed
at the fallen-out hair lying on the crisp white
linen; and as tears rolled through ­
my eyelashes the apologies
poured from parent's lips, whispering promises that
tomorrow will be better, it will --
i'd spend hours staring
at my skin, wondering what code, what sequence had
gone wrong to cause a sickness without a cure -
my veins were black, not blue, and they
only carried poison; they were crossed wires, held together
with glue and stitches and strung up again
in the wrong order when they stopped working awhile -
i learned
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he spoke in codes best left unsaid
and that girl talks
         like the dead, don't you go near her, boy --
for ghosts were never
meant for loving, these dead eyes
    were never meant
    to see; there's
nothing left in a desert too
overrun by heat to be called home
(and she said to halt your
hallelujahs, save your words for
other gods - no one's left to hear the
         cries, and the
         devil's on the throne)
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Writer's Tip: Show, don't tell.
Show, don’t tell (SDT). It’s one of the few consistent pieces of advice that all writers have heard at one time or another. Even the most amateur of writers parrot it back, but knowing the phrase doesn’t necessarily mean that we understand it, or how to implement it.
So what does “Show, don’t tell.” really mean? SDT is the idea that instead of telling your readers what’s happening in a story, you show them. This seems like an abstract concept to most of us, but what it boils down to is this: using words to give your readers an idea without having to directly state it. There are many ways good writers do this. It can be as simple as adding a scene for when your character walks down the street to the corner market rather than saying “she went to the store.” but it can also be as complicated as weaving subtext into dialogue and editing entire character personalities to prove a point down the line. I want to look at two example
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Mature content
Taco Hell :iconbarbecuediguana:BarbecuedIguana 97 53
There could be nothing
There could be nothing after this
and truth is;
I don't mind the thought of that
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In the End I'm a Puppet, Not a Statue
Maybe I should stop.
Stop talking.
Stop thinking.
Stop caring.
Stop feeling.
Maybe I should stop.
Stop hoping.
Stop dreaming.
Stop moving.
Stop breathing.
But the puppet strings that drag me down will not let me rest.
What fun would that be?
For humanity loves to watch me fall,
And the ever dedicated actor, I must perform.
I am shrouded in darkness.
The only visible light is buried deep within my chest,
Smothered by shattered armor, the product of wars past,
Surrounded in the pitch black murk.
Blind, even to what is right in front of my face.
And yet I see the shadows.
Phantom figures engaged in a ghostly dance
My trust
My happiness
My sanity
My pride
Depicted on the far wall,
Of this dark and endless mask.
Their presence fills me with a strange sense of self security,
But this humble sheet holds nothing against the chilling tide.
The inky sea before me,
My fear
My sin
Encompassing everything but the far wall.
There my companions await me.
Happiness continues its merry dance, forever s
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World is a prison with painted walls and music fills the air
Breath and Heartbeat...

Don´t you feel like a bird trapped in silver cage?
How it is to spread those heavy wings and fly?
There! the distance, towards fiery sky
I can´t remember...
Tell me...
Don´t you feel like a fox in burning lair?
With broken leg, howling in despair?
Without chance to escape...
All people I ever knew were born under crying stars
Those tears were golden and somewhat warm
And we hoped...they are ours to take
All people I ever knew were born under bleeding stars
Those tears were scarlet and somewhat warm
And we feared...they are ours to take
Without chance to escape...
How pathetic...
How poetic and yet so beautiful
Full of grief ...
How poetic and never merciful
Without chance to escape...
All people I ever
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To a Nihilist
You are a collection of atoms 
expressing sentimental miscellanea, 
introverted processes designed by coincidence 
to always prove the theory of chaos,
I am unstable,
but you are decomposing. I wonder,
sometimes, if you contemplate futility or peace
or constance or value or the fate of our mortality
in a universe that holds its dead stars
for millennia, a history of dust,
but then I remember
everyone does.
And that is what you never learned, 
never sought to.
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Milk-and-Pie Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, this is probably long overdue, but thank you so much for the watch, really appreciate it! :hug:2 rvmp 
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thank you ❤ i wish you a wonderful day
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