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shut down signals. by LivingTheThesis, literature

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shut down signals.

It's time to give up. Breathe in. Be strong. We all know that you've been fighting too long. If never was now and forever was then, then the better decision is just to give in. Your flowers have wilted and died. So you see, you can't turn dirt and raindrops into a tree. With all of this friction your moving too slow, you've had a good run now it's time to

sep a ra te by LivingTheThesis, literature

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sep a ra te

Here we are. But where are we? I'm not sure anymore. The mist and haze fills my skies as hopes are all drowned out with lies. Shrouded eyes and cobalt wings. Lately I dream of these things. The mirrors echoe, "You've forgotten all the things that you had wanted." But dear, that's just an afterthought the scheme will soon blend in. Cloudy blues and blurred greys, only mixed with dreary days... I'm missing you in every way. every every every way.

o c e a n by LivingTheThesis, literature

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o c e a n

There are waves crashing at my footprints and taking me so far away. With the surf slapping at my back I might be practically okay. The thoughts of you have drifted out and are mixing with the bay. And while it carries through your rooftop I take a breath and stop to say: "Hello to you and me again, appearing in my dreams. I’d like to stop and say goodbye but as simple as that seems, I just can't find a way past all of these sadistic themes. Now watch the water's ripple and listen to the screams." Untamed water fills my lungs as shards of glass dance on my tongue. The salty water calls to me and says, "You are way too young" I l

the title of a broken lovesong by LivingTheThesis, literature

oneminutefiftyeightseconds by LivingTheThesis, literature

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oneminutefiftyeightseconds

T i ck to c c c k k k t i c k k k to ck k It's time to not be myself. H e l l o m o r n i n g . P l e a s e w e l c o m e y o u r m o n s t e r . I feel ugly in my skin. It's not a pretty place. Clouds with silver lining and rain on frosty windows. that is pretty. But not this person. Maybe it's internal. I'll try to figure this out. I find myself staring at broken glass, old televisions and bathroom mirrors. "I wonder why you're ugly." I ask the girl in the mirror. "Because I'm not." And I always hurt her feelings. And she cries and cries and cries. day 1. "It

breathe without me by LivingTheThesis, literature

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breathe without me

There must be some hidden meaning in the barrel of another lost gun, we couldn't take it so we chose to run. Not past forests and the silver stars, but past frozen metal spikes and bars. And while you were walking away I forgot what to say. Please take this sorry as another goodbye, please take my love and give me a reason why. And when I say go, know that I love you the most. Your another regret and she's another threat. But in the end what I'll say is you get what you get.

movie theater massacre by LivingTheThesis, literature

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movie theater massacre

Our small town theater smells like popcorn, pickle juice and everything that a movie theater should smell like. But it looks frazzled, indecisive and perfect. And I'm so extremely sure that it's the boy at the counter. He always spots me somehow, and an awkward exchange of smiles followed by a quick wave does a painfully good job of making my heart swell up in my ribcage. Then followed by sickness. . . . . . And wondering when eating will seem right again. . . . . . . . . Because it hasn't for weeks.

b o o m . . . by LivingTheThesis, literature

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b o o m . . .

It always seemed as if her heart was collapsing right in front of my face. Bright streaks of crimson mixed with ribbons of black, unidentified crust all seeping through a plastic smile. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. it just happened. 'I just believe in not believing in love.' I'm so extremely sure sometimes that her fragile skin will rip and tear right before my eyes as she falls to the ground with a big grin, blank eyes, and tears tears tears. She says that optimism is her best quality, But her smile is broken and her eyes are vacant. Sometimes I picture her as a deserted motel begging for someone to stay. But they all

goodnight moon by LivingTheThesis, literature

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goodnight moon

She stares in pain with weak legs and a heavy heart. It’s like watching a horror movie except the actors aren’t dying. ‘eyesliketheskyandlipslikeoxygen” “Goodnight air, goodnight sky, goodnight no freaking reason why.” Her fingers sail straight to her neck. Her index finger sits, reassuring her that her heart’s loud thumpthumpthump is still intact. &#

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shut down signals. by LivingTheThesis, literature

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shut down signals.

sep a ra te by LivingTheThesis, literature

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sep a ra te

o c e a n by LivingTheThesis, literature

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o c e a n

the title of a broken lovesong by LivingTheThesis, literature

oneminutefiftyeightseconds by LivingTheThesis, literature

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oneminutefiftyeightseconds

breathe without me by LivingTheThesis, literature

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breathe without me

movie theater massacre by LivingTheThesis, literature

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movie theater massacre

b o o m . . . by LivingTheThesis, literature

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b o o m . . .

goodnight moon by LivingTheThesis, literature

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goodnight moon

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_{Shelby Jayy

I'm a young writer. I don't take it too seriously because I'm only thirteen and this world holds promising things for people that keep thier hearts and minds open. I also doodle and hope to make that silly word a skill. Perhaps turn it into the word drawing. Haha.(: I don't take any pastimes too seriously.
Right now school is most important. Right after that is my life and than my hobbies. I always tell my friends to put aside what people say. I secretly care.}

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LivingTheThesis

Sep 17, 2009

when you're not here

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hello, I'm sorry that I havn't been on deviantart for a while. school has started and it's my 8th grade year which means I'll be in high school soon which means I have to pass 8th grade. I hope I can post moar and show how rusty i'm getting at writing (; so thank you for much kindess and I'm sad to say I didn't catch my 1000 page veiw. dangitt. :heart:

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LivingTheThesis

Aug 19, 2009

we're gonna burn this city.

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wayde"who put all this writing here? on every page?" me"my friend joe did it." wayde"why did she do it?" me"he did it because he was bored."

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LivingTheThesis

Aug 17, 2009

it's on the back of my lungs.

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So it's about a week until school starts. I keep having dreams about the first day of school. They all involve me forgetting my school supplies, not doing my math homework, or missing classes. I'm really exited, but like usual I'm worried. I know I'll get into the swing of things eventually but I don't know I worry allot. My sister is now married, it's really great and I'm so happy she found an amazing guy. It's like everything is slowly falling into place and I'm loving it. + I can't hear the song Chelsea Smile without thinking about B. It's weird and I don't like it....But I mean, I like thinking about him. Just not thinking about how he