Sage-Whisker

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Untitled by Sage-Whisker, literature

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Untitled

It hurts, watching you walk away. The shadows wrap around me like vulture, Waiting for me to fall. All the memories, the moments captured between us forever held. The distance becomes stronger as your foot falls fade. Waves of memories crash on to my back, The euphoria, The pain, The great sadness you bought, All rushes back. I could never regret a moment But would you change the moments?

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Dear Daddy's Girl by OfOneSoul, literature

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Dear Daddy's Girl

Dear Naive 15, You're ignorant as Hell. You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know. All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that? Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves? It's okay, sweetheart.

English Assignment by SpaceHamster47, literature

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English Assignment

Tory H. Period 2 English 10/2/13 Tessa the Guardian My life started in the cold month of February in the year 1997. Air filled my lungs as I took my first breath of the new world around me. I could not see or smell very well but I heard my mother whimpering to me and my siblings. We tried to crawl towards her voice while we were blind in the darkness. Soon my face met the warm, safe sensation of her fur reassuring me that I was safe and she was there. A few months later I had grown and could see and explore this new world around. I stumbled and fell on many occasions but that never stopped. I was never r

Why I love the Stars by SpaceHamster47, literature

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Why I love the Stars

"I'm just... I don't know anymore." Stars shimmer in the sky, tears prick my eyes as I look up at them. "Why can't everything be simple anymore Tessie? Why can't i do anything right? Why is it that every relationship I've had I some how screw it up really bad?! I’ve even been replaced back at mom’s! I feel horrible and I just feel empty and lost I don’t know what to do! Why is this so hard Tessie? "Because dear, you know that it's all apart of growing up." I tear my gaze away from the bright night sky and look down at my dearest friend, and wiped away my tears and laughed. "Why did you have to leave so early?" She smile

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Artist // Hobbyist // Photography

July 11
United States
Deviant for 13 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: My Own Little World
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Dunno
Print preference: ^x^x^
Favourite genre of music: Metal, rock, Some Pop
Favourite photographer: Bob Langrish
Favourite style of art: Graffiti
Operating System: XXX
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
Shell of choice: My current cover
Wallpaper of choice: Something, different or funny
Skin of choice: Purple or black
Favourite cartoon character: Spongebob, scooby doo!
Personal Quote: When you're right, no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets.

Favourite Visual Artist

Monet

Favourite Movies

Freedom Writers, Moulin Rogue!

Favourite TV Shows

Bones, Mentalist, Glades, Scrubs, South Park

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Alien Ant Farm, Matchbox 20

Favourite Books

So many, not even going to try 'n name them.

Favourite Writers

Kelly Armstrong, James Patterson, Bree Despain, Yann Martel, Bernhard Schlink

Favourite Games

Free Cell Addict, Sims, Halo

Favourite Gaming Platform

x-Box

Tools of the Trade

Ask, and I will not tell you

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Writing, Reading, Food, Hang'in

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Sage-Whisker

Feb 11, 2013

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    Looking back, I've made mistakes. Some menial, unimportant specks on the past.    Others, they follow me everywhere, they twist around my arms. Watch me as I sleep in restless slumber.    There are nights where they sit on my chest and stare at me, making me remember, willing me to give to their whims.    How many nights have I lain, weeping at the thoughts and actions of my past. How many people have been hurt by my ignorance?    The spirit that once was as free as the fire on the plains, now has died down to a mere flicker of its former self.     The scars that settle around us from mistakes, what happens to them?    For some they

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Preznut

Mar 27, 2014

Thanks for adding my work to your collection.

Sorry this is late.

Magickie

Mar 21, 2014

Thanks for the watch ^_^

PoetryOD

Feb 24, 2014

_{Thanks so much for faving Sweet Corn, I really appreciate it ^_^

- The artist previously known as `KathrynODriscoll :P

Sweet CornHe shucked
her clean
to the spine.
Broke off the gold until
nothing
but the stalk remained;
bare
and broken open.
The ribcage spilled
her secrets
and gushed her pain
upon the sheets.
She lay in the blood
and wept, for the lie
she had lost.}