WiltedHope

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I Have by WiltedHope, literature

May by WiltedHope, literature

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May

I think I spent the last year running and I tried to settle down before my feet were planted firmly on the ground. I spent the last year searching for someone to fill me up and found it in all the wrong ways and when it finally came around to something good I found a reason to run again. I have crept under the moonlight and begged her to hold me. It was the only constant something that you taught me. I want to beckon the warm, summer concrete and the days where we were spilling drinks, tripping over each other, singing in the middle of the night, sneaking phone calls. The days of ink in the furniture and stealing your t shir

Sugar Cookie by WiltedHope, literature

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Sugar Cookie

There's a video of a house burning and you're begging for something with sugar. I waited to hear your voice and cried when I heard your laughter. I read words that were meant to go to me, and sarcastic bits about that film. Reminds me of that day I hid for a while and we lied to their faces with a big, summer smile. I can't get you out of your head, can't get you out of mine. I feel like I'm on fire and it burns like that promise ring. I was always your June, a summer that lasted years, a star for your dreams, a shotgun to the ones that brought your fears. You always spoke to me like a princess, like I was delicate cargo amo

The Corner of my Couch by WiltedHope, literature

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The Corner of my Couch

There's someone in my house, I hold his hand and drag him around until someone notices then I fold him back into the ground. There's someone in my house, keeping my bed warm, stealing the corner of my couch, making my head swarm making my heart ache making my stomach turn making every piece of this place a reminder. There's someone here that holds my waist and wishes my hair was long, tracing down my back like a map. He holds me down when I shine, wakes me in the middle of the night with feverish kisses and hushed laughter and leaves me when I cry. Never far away but never close enough. Never something I can touch. Beca

S.A.P. by WiltedHope, literature

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S.A.P.

I wrote to you everyday I just didn't have time for pen and paper, and planned what I would say when I finally saw you, but it was always later. I may not have loved you like I loved before and I made the mistake of thinking that's okay, because it all takes time. Time I couldn't give, I suppose. Time you didn't understand. But you will be okay, and you will give more than she ever hoped for. She will have everything I wanted. I just hope she has the courage I don't, to ask for more.

Tissue Paper by WiltedHope, literature

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Tissue Paper

I think God left again, and in the wake remains the dream uplifted by angel eyes. I think God left again, and in the absence everything returns with a force like crushing fists. In the silence the beauty seeps away and creatures rush through the cracks taunting with faces in the ash. In the emptiness I pray but the time creeps along. In the hollow shell I cry throwing boxes much like bombs. The photos rain down on my head with the sounds of artillery guns, and I retreat to the floor beckoning God back into my home "What have you done?"

Boxed by WiltedHope, literature

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Boxed

Nails on a chalkboard resonating through her ears tears drying from squinted eyes and push away just in time. A special gift to learn how to cope, her baby hands overflowing, too much to hold. A memory she's made small, folded gently and placed in a box in her closet, taped shut with a nostalgic color and messily written a warning. Promises that turn to secrets, not difficult to do, and broken hearts, darling, yours is too. A title that belongs to only one, never uttered again just to keep her safe, keep him contained. One would know the meaning behind the riddle, what silly girl means, what honey seeps from baby doll

Enough by WiltedHope, literature

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Enough

Shut your eyes we'll see how long you can make it with your eyes closed When you open them maybe I'll be back and a part of your breathing. Surround myself with sunshine but in my dreams I see city lights I see sharp colors instead of pastel creams. Your touch is acute, a current through every nerve setting off my brain, a hand rushing up the walls. You are an earthquake, a plane crash, enough to tear the walls down enough to break me up and gentle enough to bring me back again.

Happy New Year, old friend. by WiltedHope, literature

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Happy New Year, old friend.

Outside there was fire, sex, drugs and rock and roll and inside I bet it was cold. I have felt your longing. I have kept your tears, your struggles your nightmares. I have heard you calling. I know your dreams, your thoughts, your demons, the worst secrets you hide. The look upon your face is tearing me apart from the inside. Christmas was torture wasn't it? And no one was there. I wonder if you get phone calls, if you'll get a postcard. I can see that stubborn jaw, the dark eyes that to any other person would be empty but I find tears. And anger. Regret. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I don't know where I'm supposed to be

These Nights by WiltedHope, literature

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These Nights

I see a six sided box, elongated sides and a curved top. I was the only one who cried. It was quiet and no one was very surprised. You always said you wanted it and I could always tell when you lied. No one breathed and the world blanched a bit. They stood with their unforgiving faces and ground the roses in their fists. I was the only one that stayed. Last night you were in New York, standing over the stairs. It was like memento mori but I could see you struggling. A scrapbook of caves of friendships, now meaningless words. we were both drowning and you walked right through me, sucked out all my air. Withdrew me. Double

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I Have by WiltedHope, literature

May by WiltedHope, literature

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May

Sugar Cookie by WiltedHope, literature

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Sugar Cookie

The Corner of my Couch by WiltedHope, literature

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The Corner of my Couch

S.A.P. by WiltedHope, literature

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S.A.P.

Tissue Paper by WiltedHope, literature

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Tissue Paper

Boxed by WiltedHope, literature

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Boxed

Enough by WiltedHope, literature

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Enough

Happy New Year, old friend. by WiltedHope, literature

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Happy New Year, old friend.

These Nights by WiltedHope, literature

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These Nights

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schizophrenic vanishing acts by ChloroformBoy, literature

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schizophrenic vanishing acts

according to studies made strictly by me, one of us is psychic; the other, psychotic. i'm no psychologist, but from researching your modus vivendi i've reached the conclusion, that you're the same person. as a matter of fact, you are six people: i) you are a clever magician: shuffle and cut my deck of cardiac muscles, sleight-of-hand making the hearts disappear; you only conjure parlor tricks to show off ii) you are a nightmare: my insomnia hates you (but can you blame it?) iii) you are a sweetheart: all we want to do is make love with the lights on, letting stained bedsheets twist between our thighs iv) you are a smartas

vitamin x by ChloroformBoy, literature

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vitamin x

life gave me you gave me lemons gave me a sour tongue i can't drink lemonade anymore because it tastes like your breath on my lips tastes like your death on my hips tastes like another bittersweet dream where you're a holy grail of ice-cold lemonade, and i'm just ice-cold; where you're saccharine sugar, and i'm a diabetic; where your blood flows like the fountain of you- th e fountain of y chromosomes, but y chromosomes are like oil & water. they don't mix. like citric acid & stomach acid. but you just do acid. and lsd (love-sick drug) and x. especially x. x as in k

ExOhExOh . by sasunaru16, literature

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ExOhExOh .

Blowing smoke into my eyes, seeking someone to confirm your importance. Craving to fly and escape the clutches of yesterday. Please don't stand so close - I can taste you on my tongue. Like a pill that once took the pain away, an overused drug rehab failed to get completely out of my system. I want to slit, slit across your wrist and down the road, to hear the river whisper you're alive. Creeping up my over-exposed thighs. I want to fuck you up, I want to hold you down, I need to creep into your veins like acid. You stand like you're one of the chosen ones, but you're a rebel just to feel intact. You breathe the same air every

Echo. by sasunaru16, literature

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Echo.

That day when you tore away from me you left me with a bitter taste in my mouth and a pulsing darkness in my chest. And that darkness, it consumed me whole, leaving no traces of the person I once was. I wish that I could shed my skin because each and every cell in my body knows what your touches feel like, and how your skin tastes. But to me, you now taste bitter. And every time I look at you, all I can hear is those three words you liked to hide behind, that rolled out of your lips so smoothly. I should have known then, I've always stumbled over mine before you stole them off my tongue. And I cannot say I hate you, ther

Wild Things and Make Beliefs. by sasunaru16, literature

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Wild Things and Make Beliefs.

Pucker your lips and my teeth will fill your mouth with the metallic taste of your own blood. Take hold of my hand and I'll point out all the perfect ways our fingers don't fit together. Plant kisses down my neck and I'll tell you it feels just like suffocation. Keep me in your chest box and I'll claw my way out from between your fractured ribs. Because to call you darling, I'd have to linger but wild things are meant to run free.

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Forget Me Not by WiltedHope, literature

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Forget Me Not

In her hearts of hearts where no conscience could sway with determination and bitter cold, to keep the demon's chains. For the metallic taste as cold as burning ice watered her tongue and stung her eyes just as a ripping silver bullet for the black of night, how it disturbs the ill mind and gropes the true scent of fright. The vigils and debutantes with arms and broken corsets, holding tight to our insides, the noise of applause for the hopeless. She rained upon the sky, shut out the gods. Chafed the porcelain skin of the Worthless that we lost. She held the high mien of someone who is scared. She encroached upon the op

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: California
deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium
Favourite photographer: Kaylee, King Douglas (my great uncle)
MP3 player of choice: I really miss my ipod
Shell of choice: sea shells!
Skin of choice: mine?
Favorite cartoon character: Cheshire Cat

Favourite Movies

10 Things I Hate About You, My Sister's Keeper, Pan's Labyrinth, Serendipity, Lilo and Stitch and pretty much any other Disney movie, Saw I-IV,

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor Who

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Shiny Toy Guns, Angelspit, The Birthday Massacre, AFI

Favourite Books

The Bell Jar, Harry Potter Series

Favourite Writers

Sylvia Plath, JK Rowling, EAP

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts

Favourite Gaming Platform

Henry!

Other Interests

food, ballet, poetry, music

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WiltedHope

Oct 21, 2011

Angelspit and New Year's Day

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So, my friends here are tired of hearing this story but I know that a lot of other people want to know how last night was. SO. When we first got there and were coming around the other side of the building before the entrance, I saw Zoog and he smirked at me which was exciting!!!! Nearly everyone there was for BOTDF *gag* *retch* *gag* so therefore there were a lot of 12-15 year old girls who brought their parents to hear music from a terrible band with rape charges against the lead singer who sings really degrading things about women. WONDERFUL PARENTING CHOICES. Anyways, Zoog was selling merchandize for them which was really cool cause every

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WiltedHope

Oct 16, 2011

ANGELSPIT IN 4 DAYS

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Just thought you guys would like to know :)

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WiltedHope

Sep 1, 2011

Angelspit?

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Okay so everyone's sick to death of hearing about this I'm sure but I'm still spazzing out over it so I'm going to share it with deviantart too!!!!! This morning Angelspit sent me a tweet saying welcome to college and congratulations, made my whole day! And I will be attending their Portland show which I am so excited for!!!! I leave for college in a few days and that's both exciting and nervewracking but I've got a lot to look forward to :)