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  • What did I do to you-
    To make you do this to me?


  • Demoness
    Mar 20, 2013

    Mono No Aware

  • You say you cannot understand me-
    Well I can't understand that.

  • In a world without consequences
    I am the girl with a knife
    That paints the world red

  • There I stood alone but well and then someone pushed me and I fell, fell for you, now I'm not alone, but neither am I well.

  • There's no beauty in bleeding mascara


  • Demoness
    Feb 27, 2013

    It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head
    It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong


  • Demoness
    Feb 11, 2013

    He's damaged and I'm self-destructive... 'course I had to fall for him of all people.

  • All this christmas-joy... and I feel like the grinch... just want to keel it!


    deleted15 Yeah, my new guitar amp isn't going to arrive in time for Christmas, so I'm pretty keen to just sleep in on Christmas day.
    Dec 21, 2012


  • Demoness
    Nov 12, 2012

    Spent all of yesterday evening trying to focus on my NaNo... but I epically failed and ended up writing this instead :)) work.php?id=97918

  • Sometimes, life is good


    GeeLyria Nope! Sometimes life is hard. :) =P
    Oct 20, 2012


    Demoness That's two sometimes, and a sometime is only less than a time... but two sometimes might add up to all the time. And then life is hard and good all the time... eeeeh...
    Nov 12, 2012

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  • "...and happy people never fantasize" ~Broder Daniel

  • What is time but an awful lot of seconds...


    Demoness But if time is endless.... I guess it must contain just as many minutes
    Aug 22, 2012


    Demoness And hours for that matter
    Aug 22, 2012

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  • "Your cold device, my blood like ice"

  • I finally got a life! I'm 18 and I've got an Iphone! xDD


    youngwolf1105 Good for you! :)
    Nov 22, 2011


    Demoness
    Nov 23, 2011



Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
— Marianne Moore