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The Portrait by pyro-pain, literature

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The Portrait

The artist, an expert at trying to find beauty in misery. Tear stains become blue skies and the cuts and bruises turn to sunsets and silhouettes. Your regrets become minuscule, outshined by the poetic eloquence in the way you bash your brains out as you slam your head against the way. Your emotions become the deep reds in varying hues making a masterpiece out of a maelstrom of conflicts. The torment that keeps you awake at night is irrelevant, circumstantial at best, plausible at worse. The rocky road of hatred and self-loathing that brought you to this place is just an added perk, a story behind the abstract fury on the canvas. And these nig

Sick by pyro-pain, literature

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Sick

Sickeningly she toils away the hours, playing with her own emotions as she slowly removes each thread holding this heart to her sleeve. She might as well, it's only dead weight after all. Dragging her down deeper into these levels of hell. As each thread snaps, as the heart sinks slower to the dusty floor, I watch as her eyes grow more and more dead. As her trusty dagger severs the last thread, it bounces once. It bounces twice. It rolls into the corner and covers with dust. She lays down right there upon the floor, snuggles close with her small knife, gently places its blade into her abdomen. That's when she gave up on waking up from her lo

What Happened to Her by pyro-pain, literature

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What Happened to Her

She's running again, not quite sure where but she's running again, far far away. Her mascara coated lashes catching rain drops, smearing her makeup yet again. Her lipstick is covering her skin instead of her lips. Her blush is just about worn off, a dull hue at best. And even her foundation can't hide how pale she is from the harshness of the night. Her piercings are torn out, dried blood where they once were on her ears and on her lips. There are bruises outlining her eyes and more drawing attention to her neck. Her buttons are all ripped off. She looks disheveled at best. And although I can't see this, she can tell where all the fingerprin

She Tried by pyro-pain, literature

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She Tried

Tell them all she couldn't handle it. She's given up, she's had enough. Tell them all she wasn't weak. She was just overwhelmed. Tell them all she was home all alone. She could find no comfort. Tell them all she felt better after. She deserved some relief. Tell them all she apologized. But tell them all that it wasn't her fault. Tell them that she didn't deserve this. Tell them how nice she was. How funny she was. Tell them how people treated her. Tell them how she treated herself. Tell them all this and much more so they know her, know that it wasn't all her fault. She just couldn't handle it, she's given up. She opens the laptop and turns

The Doll by pyro-pain, literature

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The Doll

The creator painted her with precise care. The lovely beauty must only have the best. He carefully molded her arms and legs, attatching them to her torso. From there he connected her head, she was pretty already. Ever stroke of his brush was a determined one, there could be no mistakes on something so flawless. Soon she had an approachable blush, a dainty mouth, and gorgeous eyes. He dressed her in purple- for pretige, for royalty, for respect. The dress fit her just right and was endorned with tasteful orchids at the cinch on her waist. With that he backed up a little and surveyed his work. He leaned forward again and put a delicate orchid i

Nicer Things by pyro-pain, literature

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Nicer Things

Her olive green converse made a filling sound as they shuffled across the carpet. Her shoes did it, that's what I tell myself, because I can't believe she took those final steps. Her black jeans tried to slow them down though, but her shoes just kept treading on them. Her military jacket matched her shoes plans, the jacket and her gloves both helped open the door- her hands were overpowered. Her black tee-shirt was muted by their force and had to silently watch. Her damn shoes started it all, they lead her to the door. And her gloves, her stupid gloves, turned the handle of the door and the jacket helped it all along the way. Her damn olive s

Her Winter Wonderland by pyro-pain, literature

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Her Winter Wonderland

The cold dances up and down her spine, caressing her softly as it stings sharp as needles. Snow flakes dance across her hair and fall gently on her porcelain skin. Soft lips tinted a pale blue, cheeks light up a soft rose. A vibrant purple jacket peaks through the snow, drawing attention to the girl as white as snow. Her black gloves obstruct her hands but I suspect that if the jacket and gloves were removed this porcelain girl would fit well in the fresh snow. Her auburn hair creates a small pillow that cushions her head. And the crimson across her wrists is covered by the magic of winter. Every falling snowflake becomes an access

False Smile by pyro-pain, literature

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False Smile

The disgust on her face deepens with every breath she dares to inhale and every breath she wishes she didn't exhale. She tries to ignore her own wishes as the words echo in her head yet again, she tries to keep going despite the insanity brimming beneath the surface. She tells herself she must resist the temptations the drawers hold, that no matter how bad things are she has to keep going. There is no heaven, that much she knows, t here is only the hell of pumping air in and out of her lungs for the moment. Later there will be the hell of opening the door and putting on her smile, the one that never quite screams "HAPPY" but suffices with a f

She Doesn't Need Me by pyro-pain, literature

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She Doesn't Need Me

I'm fucking killing her, she begs and pleads and I just keep torturing her. She wants a stress release, to make the pain go the hell away. I torture her and make the stress increase, making her want to slip away. She'd love to feel empty and soul-less, but I force her to feel alive and hurt her more. Honestly, she doesn't have all that many reasons to live and she's hurting too much. But making her hurt and killing her so blatantly, is what we've become accustomed to. She tries to fix herself, recover and be good. I want to destroy her more and more. She gives up that habit I'll try to force her into another. She tries to get better and I try

My Sleeping Beauty by pyro-pain, literature

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My Sleeping Beauty

Her hands ball up into fists and clutch desperately to her reality. She's never cared for something so much as this little world she's created. She arranged the pastel blue flowers into sky blue vases and set them upon her gray tables. Her head rests on a pale blue pillow while the rest of her lays on her dark gray bed. Everything is color coordinated, varying shades of light blue and grays. She likes it here, a safe haven she's created to keep us out. With one lock of the door no one can enter, she turns up the stereo and lays down. My sleeping beauty never comes out, she barricades herself in her little room and basks in the new world she

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EFL FOOTBALL WEEK 1 by ZhaneAugustine, literature

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EFL FOOTBALL WEEK 1

RANKINGS 2010 SEASON WESTERN CONFERENCE Water Division 1. Swamp Gators (1-0-0) 2. Southern Tribe Penguins (1-0-0) 3. Northern Tribe Turtle Seals (0-0-1) 4. Island Sea Lions (0-0-1) Fire Division 1. Sun Warrior Fangs (1-0-0) 2. Pyro Square Mutants (1-0-0) 3. Ember Island Thespians (0-0-1) 4. Imperial City Flames (0-0-1) EASTERN CONFERENCE Earth Division 1. Chin Blitz (1-0-0) 2. Omashu Gorillabits (1-0-0) 3. Ba Sing Se Bears (0-0-1) 4. Kyoshi Island Unagi (0-0-1) Air Division 1. Southern Air Temple Sky Bisons (1-0-0) 2. Eastern Air Temple Jayhawks. (1-0-0) 3. Northern Air Temple Mecha Knights (0-0-1) 4. Western Air Temp

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Why the system has failed by I-is-I-be, literature

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Why the system has failed

Administrators, parents, elders want to provide a "taste" for every thing. thus we, the students are allowed to only have a "tast" of life. but most people thing that high school is the real thing, thus they becoem dissenchanted We are not permeted to live becasue of Highschool. it is also its ramifications that spoil any chance of living most people have. some teachers are good. some allow for the discution of sex, of nudes, of religion, of the things that affect everyones life. but if the teacher is brave enough to touch on this, then the studnets them selves grow uncofortable. branding them with names of "perv", inhibiting any touch of

to say goodnight by evolutionhotline, literature

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to say goodnight

you alwayz said you loved me but you couldn't accept my pheelingz it's not what mattered to you but i needed some time for healing time grew short, the nights grew long it all slipped through our fingers i never lied, and while i cried you never thought to ask me why some thingz come along that don't make any sense i saw you running from me and jumping over the fence i never tried to trap you i gave you what i could i hoped you could forgive me, prayed one day you would some people can live and lie otherz can hurt and die out of everything i needed i waz just left wondering why our time has come and gone but emotions stil

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She Doesn't Need Me by pyro-pain, literature

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She Doesn't Need Me

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Apr 10, 2009

Song Thing

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Ok here's how this works. We're going to write a song out of the songs on your mp3 player. Go ahead and put your player on shuffle. This'll probably turn into like a madlib thing. When we're done tag five people and notify them on their page. Verse one 1.) Kiss and Make Up- Funeral For a Friend 2.) To a Friend- Alexisonfire 3.) Faith in This Knife- Scary Kids Scaring Kids 4.) All That Ive Got- The Used 5.) Flux- Bloc Party 1.)1st line- No matter where you go 2.)4th line- In dark times and shadow's cast 3.)8th line- Ill be gone without a trace 4.)last line- Yeah, its all that Ive got 5.)2nd line- Cut it off,

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Feb 15, 2009

^^

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Life is going pretty well, expect some deviations soon, guys ;) Love, Rachel

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Dec 30, 2008

Holiday Questionaire

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Stolen from ~firenationgal (https://www.deviantart.com/firenationgal) Who stole it from :iconEllaBlack: If you could create a holiday what would it be? Happy Cake Day What would be it's theme colors? Red and Silver(like the barbecue chip bag kinda) of Pale Green and Pale Purple What is your favorite holiday memory? Ummm, I don't know. What is your worst holiday memory? Sneezing? Have you ever broken up with someone on a holiday? No. Have you ever gotten together with someone on a holiday? No. If you could destroy one holiday what would it be? I don't know.... What aspects of the holidays do you hate the most? Selfishness. What do you love most about the holidays? Umm...