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Fence 365 day 1 Rotted wood that stands six feet high guards me from the dangers of society. The line of gaps between the planks has been visible since before I can recall. But still the old and decrepit timber pieces stand the test of time. Lasting through storms that tore shingles off the roof and branches from their trees. Birds rest upon these wooden barriers and chipmunks run across to freedom. Against my liking termites call the wood home.Fence 365 day 1 by ~DestroyingIsis


A story about us. Not everyone is thankful for family, some people don't get to sit with their families and enjoy Thanksgiving. When your family alienates you but denies their reasoning, what do you do? When everyone you know is with the people that love them and you're the part of the holiday no one cares about, do you celebrate it alone?A story about us. by ~DestroyingIsis
Here I am all alone on Thanksgiving thinking about my family once again. It's the same as always, every year I promise myself I wont think of them, but every year I break that promise. It's hard not to when they raised me and taught me so much. I just wish I could have taught them something too, something about love


Incomplete Acid dripping, dripping.Incomplete by ~DestroyingIsis
Down the stairs,
acid dripping, dripping.
Into my nightmares,
acid, dripping, dripping.
Down the stairs and
into my nightmares.
Acid dripping, dripping.
Acid! Acid!
not to be controlled.


ranicid whore They always told me that skinny is pretty.ranicid whore by ~DestroyingIsis
If so then why do I feel so rancid and ugly.
It's as if I am nothing more than an appealing face.
There are days when I want nothing more than
to be a real pretty not a mellowed out whore.
They always say they love my body, but no one
ever tells me they love my personality.
This world we live in is skin deep.
People don't love each other very often.
blush by *Oldboy1985
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hasta la muerte
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We're the people, the happy with the broken hearts
The ones who draw a picture and proclaim that it's art
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
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"When you say 'That's so gay' do you realize what you say? Knock it off!"
To Write Love On Her Arms
~Renee's story is now yours and mine~
We loved with a love that was more than love.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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When the words are there, but we're air without oxygen.
Copyright- PurpleSkirtChick 2009 Used with permission.
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"When you say 'That's so gay' do you realize what you say? Knock it off!"
To Write Love On Her Arms
~Renee's story is now yours and mine~
We loved with a love that was more than love.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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When the words are there, but we're air without oxygen.
Copyright- PurpleSkirtChick 2009 Used with permission.
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