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the shit i learned in high school by TheAdequateGatsby, literature

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the shit i learned in high school

1. help clean up the morning after the party. (even if it wasn't you who smashed tater tots into the carpet or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox. it might as well have been, and if you're lucky next time, it will be.) 2. when your phone rings after midnight, it's never the person you want it to be. answer it anyway. and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers, understand that that's probably not all he wants, and then hang up. or don't hang up. trade poems and stars and kisses, and let it mean nothing or everything. 3. skipping class is never a good idea unless you're with a friend you love and you sneak al

love poem from a pillar of salt by TheAdequateGatsby, literature

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love poem from a pillar of salt

the words 'i love you' have always tasted like forbidden fruit an apple offered by a helpful serpent- sweet and fleeting but the words 'i loved you' just taste of finality. i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrah that i couldn't help looking back and when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skin but this is so much quieter and so much worse. my knuckles taste of blood, not salt. there is no new testament here just old testament fire just lot's wife standing on a forgotten hill rocksalt freezing her outstretched hands watching her hometown burn below her. there is no forgiveness here just mutual lonelin

broken bones by TheAdequateGatsby, literature

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broken bones

I want to write rough and raw and unbearable the way cigarettes taste at midnight to a tired atheist knocking on a locked church door wondering whether to pray or scream I want to write cold and brutal and honest like fog-choked dawns on unfamiliar city streets when the silence presses behind your eyelids and breathing feels like blasphemy I want to write like the midnight air that burns the back of your throat like cold fury and boiling hatred like the panic that eats into bone marrow the fear that runs prickling fingers down twisted spines I want to write of you and me and everything pin

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My Last Sonata by SilverInkblot, literature

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My Last Sonata

We will meet again in Osaka, underneath the raining petals, and I will play my last sonata. I hold your hand like a fermata, your grip a handshake, mine too gentle. We will meet again in Osaka, Japan, the final act in our tragic opera. All my demons have been wrestled, and I will play my last sonata from Saigon rooftops to Nevada deserts, with naught but love to peddle. We will meet again in Osaka, you with a hard heart and me an armada of barely-summoned mettle and I will play my last sonata, bleeding from me like stigmata, a tender heart against your nettle. We will meet again in Osaka and I will play my last sonata.

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The Gift - 1

It was just past three in the morning and Eli stood naked in front of his bathroom mirror, examining gashes in his forehead—linear grooves etched into his skin, extending from his hairline to his eyebrows, crisscrossing and burning. His girlfriend Melinda stood outside the locked bathroom door, rapping on it, twisting the knob that wouldn't budge, yelling at Eli to let her in. Eli applied hydrogen peroxide to the cuts he could see, then touched his fingers to the back of his head, feeling warm, goopy blood clumping his hair. "Eli, come on!" Melinda was getting pissed now. "Open the damn door!" Eli washed his bloody fingers and then d

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Bones

I knew a boy who used to count each of his bones before he fell asleep just to make sure he was still together, still in one piece. He told me he was defected, with salt-skin lungs, a curled tongue, eyes that could not lie; spent his life hiding his flaws in threading jumpers, thick gloves and alcohol. Once, he tried to scratch out every freckle, carve open his smile, fill in the hollows echoing through his ribcage. One, two, three… Words dripped off of sallow stretched lips as his spider fingers traced over his skeleton, dancing across taut skin, sinewy muscles - inches from his organs. Four, five, six… Creases ruptured ove

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Bulimia Nervosa

Does mother notice my visits to the bathroom Have become more frequent of late? And how they always seem to be after meal times When with my parents I’ve just ate Does she stand in the hall outside the bathroom With her ear pressed against the door? Wondering why the tap is running so fast And what I’ve flushed the toilet twice for Has she seen all of the empty sweet wrappers Hidden under my bed when she cleans? Does she fully understand the significance Of what this behaviour actually means? Is purge even a word in her vocabulary To which she’s able to define? Does she believe my words or my sunken eyes When I insist

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Cosmic

I fell hard for him when we talked about the universe and I realized how amazing it was to find myself tucked under the crook of his neck. Because here I am, spending all this time at his house while college classes churn their way along without me, friends live their lives without me, and for all I know what we have is the galaxy. Matter stops spinning. We're on this little spot of a planet in his bed underneath light made by stars that have died thousands of years before us in horrible, catastrophic ways. Yet the only things that exist are him and his offer to me to keep shoes at his place (an offer that may lead to new shampoo bottles b

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Oct 31, 1995
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i'm a crazy eighteen year old girl in the deep south; i'm weird and dark and melodramatic and i don't write as well or as often as i want to, but you don't read my writing as often as i wish you would, so we're even.

i'm also pretty sure i'm a character in a bad eighties movie.

i don't use punctuation often enough and i pretend it makes me sound like ee cummings but really it's just apathy
sorry

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occasional trigger warning on my work for drug use, alcohol use, language, and discussion of mental illness

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TheAdequateGatsby

Jan 30, 2014

holy shit

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i don't think i've ever received that much love and that much hate for one poem. that's pretty cool, actually. i'm sorry i couldn't respond to all of you personally, so i'm posting this here. to the people who say i've helped them, through poetry or through notes (anyone can send me a note if they need to talk to someone who won't judge them. i won't always know what to say, but i'll always be there to listen): thank you thank you thank all of you so much. but you should know that goddamn i give some bad advice sometimes, and glorifying drug use or bad choices- even "bad eighties movie" choices- was not my intention. about fifty of you are

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Nov 18, 2013

hurried introduction

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i'm new here, so i should probably introduce myself. i'm a crazy eighteen year old girl in the deep south; i'm weird and dark and melodramatic and i don't write as well or as often as i want to, but you don't read my writing as often as i wish you would, so we're even. i'm also pretty sure i'm a character in a bad eighties movie. i don't use punctuation often enough and i pretend it makes me sound like ee cummings but really it's just apathy sorry rrecalcitrant.tumblr.com previously ravenatawritingdesk.deviantart.com :heart:

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StephanieLeeMira

Oct 31, 2015

hi kenzie, happy birthday

Thanks for the watch

Thanks for the fave

HI. Thanks for the fave, omg

You seem like a really cool person, and I enjoyed a lot your "Hollow Love Poem" :3

RonAether

Apr 21, 2014

You just got (awkwardly) hugged... [X3]
Spread the DA love around! (-le sneakily reposts- <_<)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least! (Who'm I kidding, I know three people on here, and one of them is slightly demented and totally crazy

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3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their page!
4- Random hugs are just darn weird but do what you want.
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!

Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a meh friend!
4-6 you're an ok friend!
7-9 you're a good friend!
10-& Up you're a great friend!

Thanks for the fav.

I still cant get over your
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name bro lol

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