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Mercy by Breatheforlife, literature

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Mercy

Waves of truth waging about our ears, yet my pride will not let me hear. I turned from the wise words of my peers, So why are you still here? Shall you punish me for my ignorance with a thousand different strokes of pain? Shall the blood lust seep into your eyes and drive a betrayed soul insane? Or shall you send me to the green-streaked meadow, where all sorrow of humanity has fled? Will you decide to show an old friend mercy and leave me cold and dead? Or will you strike me with your knife and watch the snow turn red? Will you rip my insides out, though you know its the nightmares you'll dread? Perhaps mercy is to die, perhaps merc

I could... by Breatheforlife, literature

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I could...

I can scream, but who would hear me? I can laugh, but no joke would have been told. I can cry, but my eyes have become barren wastelands cracked and dried, with no trace of tears to behold. I can punch invisible walls but they will not crumble or budge. I can lash out and hit until my skin has broke but my blood would only become a smudge. Suffocating I lay now, trembling, alone, scared and confused. I am like a toy that has been tossed aside I am bruised and misused and abused. So I will not laugh, and I will not hit I will not scream or cry or pitch a fight. I will simply lie here, abandoned and alone I will surrender to the abyss that cal

Voices by Breatheforlife, literature

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Voices

They chatter on inside my head, little whispers through the night when the sky is tinted black and blue and when the sun is burning bright. Screaming for hours and hours on end while my ears are bleeding red. But no amount of begging silences their calls, they're there when I wake and when I go to bed. I told mamma once about the voices that follow me so. But she laughed and told me to leave her alone "Run along, silly child, now go." So I tried to ignore those voices, I tried to push them away. But they stood rooted like a tree in the sand and they've haunted me every day. I tried to run away from them, to leave their blood-curtailing sc

The Weight of a Choice by Breatheforlife, literature

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The Weight of a Choice

This land is robbed of its colors, this place that welcomes me no more. I am nothing but a speck of sand that gets lost amongst the shore. A fire once danced bright in me, but those racing flames have fled. My mind has long since gone astray; I have no sense left in my head. For the unconquerable pit inside me Has for too long been stale and dead. The only ribbons I can see in the sky are faded shades of grey and red. And I ponder the meaning of this pointless existence as my suffering soul balances on the edge of this cold, lonely cliff, with my feet teetering of the crumbling ledge. To jump or to flee? O! the weight of a choice! It can

Goodbye my love. by Breatheforlife, literature

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Goodbye my love.

Do not mourn for me as I take my final breath and close my eyes and surrender to this abyss. Do not cling to my corpse as my blood grows cold for it is not my body without a heart or a soul. I will not whisper lies into your ear about this realm that I journey to now For lies unknowingly allow a tinge of truth to seep through the gaps in the words. But I shall leave you with parting mutters of advice: Do not look for me under the shady trees where we'd lunch, nor in the gentle autumn rain that waters our flowerbed. Do not seek for me in the pale moonlight glow nor in the bitter winds of the winters you love so. Do not peer into the rusty tre

Breaking by Breatheforlife, literature

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Breaking

I sit alone at a table in the far corner of the crowded room, easily ignored by the people around me. I can still picture my wife, sitting in the chair across from me, complimenting the soup that I sip on now, which had always seemed a little bland to me. Ever since her passing, I have been left alone, spending my days sitting in her favorite spot and thinking of the times that came before. I hear him first, rather than see him. His shoes stomped loudly into the old folk’s home and, even though there was only one pair of feet, his footsteps sounded like a bull participating in a wild stampede. People turned to glare at him as he walked

Dream for a better today by Breatheforlife, literature

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Dream for a better today

A meadow dotted in flowers Is a place so far away; A home to go back to, a family to love Is a dream for a better today. Must we wallow in misery? Must we drown in despair? A day when there is no more threat of tears Is a dream for a better today. I am trapped in a cage of darkness, Starving for a thing called the Light. A day when I can feel the sunshine's warmth Is a dream for a better today. But this is my reality And dreams are not going to change my fate. The day when I follow my dreams and learn to be free Is a dream for a better today. So I will remain in my tiny little cage, And I will suffocate in my sadness. For a dream of anoth

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Would anyone miss me? by Breatheforlife, literature

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Would anyone miss me?

I burst into my room, angrily throwing aside the door and slamming it shut again, and before I can even cross the short distance from the door to the bed a sob explodes out of my mouth. I had barely managed to stifle it through all of my classes, my teacher’s aggravated jests and the other student’s taunts, and the bus ride home, but I was alone now. No eyes to judge me, no eyes to watch; just my own pair, soaked in layers upon layers of tears. My body starts to shudder and my knees give out, and I collapse on the floor, sobbing hysterically. In my head I can hear it all. The names. The taunts. The insults. I can see it, too. The

Lessons by Breatheforlife, literature

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Lessons

My mama taught me to love others In hope that others would love me. But one thing she forgot to teach Was that love isn't always meant to be. My father taught me to be strong, Strong as an iron fist. But he never taught me strength doesn't last for long, How to deal with fear when it is taken by the mist. My teachers taught me to be smart To try and understand the mysteries of life. But they never taught me how to deal with fear, How to turn and run faster than a thrown knife. My friends taught me to smile How to laugh and play and be free. But they never taught me how to fight off the darkness, How to conquer and kill the Killer of Glee.

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Mercy by Breatheforlife, literature

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Mercy

I could... by Breatheforlife, literature

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I could...

Voices by Breatheforlife, literature

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Voices

The Weight of a Choice by Breatheforlife, literature

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The Weight of a Choice

Goodbye my love. by Breatheforlife, literature

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Goodbye my love.

Breaking by Breatheforlife, literature

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Breaking

Dream for a better today by Breatheforlife, literature

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Dream for a better today

Chekov and Kirk Star Trek fancition by Breatheforlife, literature

Would anyone miss me? by Breatheforlife, literature

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Would anyone miss me?

Death POV by Breatheforlife, literature

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Death POV

The air around me is cold. Or, at least, what I imagine cold would feel like. I am incapable of feeling things. That’s what my anatomy says, the stories that hum around me head deeper than a poisonous haze used to rid labor camps of their prisoners during those awful wars on that funny little planet called earth. Earth, where the people there have convinced themselves that they are alone, that they are giant and tall and mighty and full of power. Earth, where everyone believes themselves to be invincible. How puny they all seem. I try to feel. I want to feel. I’ve been around emotions all my life (if you could deem my being of

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Minor Character Characterization by AnikaandAj, literature

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Minor Character Characterization

Minor Character Characterization General: Full name: Also Known As: Age: Race/Ethnicity: Physical: Hair color; Length; Style: Skin Color: Eye Color: Height; Weight: Facial Marks: Personality: Good Characteristics: Flaws (Tip: Have at least 2 more flaws than good things): Most known for: 1 Quote by them that shows their personality: " " In the Story: How does the main character know them: Relationship with main character: Do they get killed off: When are they introduced: Background: What led up to them meeting the main character: Did meeting the main character help or hurt them: What in th

Major Character Characterization by AnikaandAj, literature

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Major Character Characterization

Major Character Characterization General: Full name: Name Meaning: Also known as: Gender: Sexual Orientation: Dominant Hand: Location: Previous Locations lived in: Birth date: Ethnicity: Age: What is going on in the world around them: Physical: Hair Color; Length; Style: Head and Face Shape: Height; Weight: Eye Color/Shape/Eyebrows: Nose: Mouth: Skin Tone: Most noticeable feature: Scars? Birthmarks? Etc? Clothing Style: Other?: Physical build/fitness: Voice: Clothing: Possessions: Quirks: Powers/Abilities (Optional): Personality: Good Traits: Flaws (Tip: Have at least 2 more flaws than good traits): Habits

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The Slaughtered Children. by Breatheforlife, literature

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The Slaughtered Children.

Why? Why? They were children! Children! How could someone strip a child, multiple children, of their innocence! How could someone strip them of life? Children are one of the few good things in life. Always learning, not dispicable liars or haters or cheaters like the majority of adults, not able to commit horrendous crimes, not aware of the greater scheme of life going on around them. Believer's they are. In a child's mind, the characters of stories such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are alive. Magic is real and all around us, commanded and cast by the fairies who were blessed by the mighty kings and queens from far far away. In a chi

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Jan 15
Canada
Deviant for 12 years
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Hello everyone!
I'm Taylor. I'm the stereotypical watches-too-much-TV, full of stupid angst, reads a lot, sobs over fictional dead characters, hating-humanity type of teenager. I once tried to like people, but people don't really like me. So fuck them, right? I like to blast my music way to loud, fight with teachers who insist I 'need to be saved' because I'm an angry soul, write a lot (duh) and surf the web for all hours of the night. Hmm, what else? I don't have much interesting about myself, despite my disability to sympathize with bullshit drama of other girls or to obsess over fictional worlds. I'm a huge fan of SuperWhoMerLock, THG, HP, LotR, GoT and the Book Thief.

I'm going to be upfront: I am a bad-mouthed bitch. Sometimes that rubs off in my comments or descriptions. Sorry if I insult you. But that's who I am.

Favourite Movies

Pans Labrinth, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Ace Ventura, the Sixth Sense

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, Merlin, Game of Thrones, Wilfred

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Linkin Park, ACDC, Billy Talent, We As Human

Favourite Books

The Hunger Games, LotR, Hamlet, The Fault In Our Stars, The Sight

Favourite Writers

Dante, Vera Brittain, Suzanne Collins, Ellen Hopkins, John Green, David Clement Davies

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I don't understand the question

Other Interests

Writing, reading, sobbing over fictional characters who have died until I choke on my own tears and join them in death. MWAH HA HA HA

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Breatheforlife

Aug 25, 2014

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WHY AM I SO GODDAMN EMOTIONAL?!?!? I used to be...not tough but I wouldn't get bothered by the smallest things. Now I tear up at slightly good news and the two minute sad backstories in crappy movies. WHY?????? WHAT THE FUCK MAN WHAT THE FUCK