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6.26.07 by WhatAxShame, literature

6.4.07 by WhatAxShame, literature

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6.4.07

I. Naively in letters, he speaks. Sweetly, the boy Who will teach me to be a man II. I in return, the chills, English language Between cigarette butts and the growth of our stubble, The blond girl sleeps her way home, Grammatical fears apparent in the con-man's spindle fingers. III. She dreams in rusted & bloody bicycle spokes. Death on a rocky, dark & desolate cliffside, The man who just recovered from a tired heart & his son who slaps her in her fleshy face, Flirts endlessly with my mother, Runs the local convenience store where she shops for her lacy things. - - - - - - - - - - He dreams of

5.29.07 by WhatAxShame, literature

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Multicellular Animals by WhatAxShame, literature

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Multicellular Animals

June was mostly spent Pasty fingers wrapped around my raw fists You held my hands at my sides We were always clammy, damp Melting through chairs, Tables, Gravel, Sheets. Mostly we slept Waking up each time more slick Eel skin, we'd turned and tossed Never lost entwined fingers Hours of fluttering eyelids Beetle breath, dandelion windows Wake up screaming. One day movement ceased Still in my bed, I'd torn at your jaw leaving Toothless gaps. Slack, I crawled inside Esophagus, dripping with Asperous, fleshy chunks of Saliva, vomit You were a jumble of Organ, tissue, mucous blood and V[e/a]in like everyone.

1.4.07 by WhatAxShame, literature

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1.4.07

There is a sound I recognize Resting between the pitter patter And the splashing splatter Of water Or of turmoil the clawing of teen Minds astray Life Jackets will only Preserve us in the ocean We cannot be can'd and chemical'd I am restless at the thought of decay We do not know What makes us great Lately I've had a Strange new predilection to Roadkill and If I avert my eyes It's only because

December 30. by WhatAxShame, literature

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December 30.

His breath gets Thicker when he is About to kiss me Sicker and more yellow To the touch You could see it upon Exhale if it wasn't so Very dark in this room Just the way I like it Cigarette smoke and Bad intentions and I am Breathing it in Breathing him in He gets rougher Around the edges More like wide tree trunks With bark on top of bark On top of bark Suddenly He does not care How old I feel or How many teeth I've lost Or about the time when We shared water ice Winter on the bus His breath- Cigarette smoke and Bad intentions I am breathing it in He is still the Only one who knows How to hold me without Awkwar

Something Kinky. by WhatAxShame, literature

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Something Kinky.

Let's try something different Let us wrap you in seran wrap Real tight, Real tight, So that you cannot hear or see [hear or breathe] And he threw me To the bottom of a well The impact hit me so hard I I almost came Let's try something different And he left me In the bottom of a well With hair in my mouth With stone, cold stone for shoes.

After School. by WhatAxShame, literature

Brick. by WhatAxShame, literature

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Brick.

Amber beacon of health standards down the drain. It's all you can see once the sun goes down. "It's just half. Last night I decided that I'm finished. Killing myself. I am finished killing myself." & "I think I might have better things to spend my money on." Inhale. Exhale. "It's like, you know. When you drink a lot of milk" Stickystickysaliva webs. Cocoon for the heavy tongue. "You don't have to talk, or even try." She's a couldbe. wouldbe. Teenqueen down the drain.

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afaraway. by WhatAxShame, literature

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afaraway.

Lace peals off in sticky layers Porcelain is slightly more permanent More embracive, though distant I find white tile, white curtain Somewhat reassuring It's around every corner For a price Such contrast I have never seen! Well, never in myself I have time to make up for and Some extra on my hands To discover that Every quiver is a glistening trail Racing for demise The drain is a trap! Aspire for evaporation! Each gasping breath makes way for a new Drip Dew drop hair Is breaking! Every touch another Soap bubble mess of a finger print But I can pretend Eyes fixed on the ceiling Hey buddy, I promise This one is for

Thoughts on Moving by WhatAxShame, literature

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Thoughts on Moving

I'll slosh right down this sandy street And so will the contents of my stomach I'm thinking Something in there Something in there is feeling awfully acidic tonight And I'm not feeling so stable But the sand between my toes lets me know I'm still on the ground And I'm still in this crab trap But I'm not a crab However, give me a few more hours in the sun And I'm baking "You.. You do whatever you need to do" And I'm thinking, thinking, thinking Well, I'll be just fine right here But I needed to sit down Thanks to jelly legs Theres sand on my face And there's sand in my hair And theres sand in my eyes But they mig

9.10 by WhatAxShame, literature

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9.10

I'd rather swallow freckles Than gray Gray snow diving from flourishing embers We're raising fire in our home I'm alarmed, it's It's alarming Feign a fluttering lips trail down Milky skin Would make you Dance quite as much And flames grow under flesh If it'll light you up I'm all for it Apathy is for wolves We're drinking it down with coffee and A sugar or three Trying to supress anything that might come across as Bitter I'll evaporate if it means Condensating on your eyelashes

Strewn. by WhatAxShame, literature

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Strewn.

I was so looking forward to tight lace feeling, He'd fill me and alow me to breathe Slender hands on my thighs and Yellow tinted breath Paper cups and string breach a thousand miles Distraction ensues with the static addition and I'm still lighting candles for myself Watching rusted classics, I am engulfed in dust Previously steel parted to make way for pebbles Spilling under excited skin He fell into my arms and together, We into lime sea My eyes begin to wander once again and It's not for the thrill of freshly spotted flesh Or a raw taste in my mouth I'm so afraid of losing love I'll never stop pushing it away

11.23 by WhatAxShame, literature

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11.23

He is Cracks in clay Deep ridges carved out of Cheek and brow Within the site of this excavation I find only Idolatry, adoration I am OnethousandChristmasses Alight Beneath my own unfolded Shredded skin When those Creases are Ruddy and brown under my own Rocky fingernails I feel accomplished I am an accomplice His importunate ribs allow A thickening gush of air This winter season Drags the sickly green Out of us all I am Taking shallow breaths With ten sec[c]ond thoughts and Dark eyes bleeding Darker eyes With nothing else behind I find it increasingly Pressing to be pasty When wit is oozing out the ears I am

Brick. by WhatAxShame, literature

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Brick.

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Multicellular Animals by WhatAxShame, literature

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About WhatAxShame

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
She / Her

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Favourite Movies

American Beauty. Harold and Maude. Requiem for a Dream, The Fountain, The Darjeeling Limited.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Neutral Milk Hotel, Regina Spektor, Mountain Goats, Bon Iver, Decemberists, etc.

Favourite Writers

Bukowski

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Music. Art. Reading. Learning.

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WhatAxShame

Jun 4, 2007

Theres blood in the thread

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Nearing the end of school, Finding particularly inspiring literature. As well as particularly inspiring music. I'm thinking about acting upon my random urge to "borrow" back my guitar of Brandon and letting Mr. Bee teach me a few chords so I can play around with that. My voice is not spectacular, but it could be fun. Look at Bob Dylan, anyways.

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WhatAxShame

Dec 31, 2006

Yes.

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Okay. Also, this was taken from phoenixmemory who is amazing and lovely and.. yes. 'The first 3 people who post in this journal will be featured. I will go though your gallery and choose three of your deviations I like most and post them in my journal for everyone to see! It's pretty much to show you off. Who doesn't want that? The catch? You gotta put this in your journal as well if you posted. And remember, if you don't post this in your journal, I'm not going to put your art up.' So, comment. And be merry. [: Happy New Years everyone!

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WhatAxShame

Dec 23, 2006

School Literary Crap.

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In all seriousness, if anyone who reads my stuff could help me out with this, it would be greattttttt. I want to submit at least two or three poems for my schools literary magazine, The Continental. I'm not sure what I want to put into it and unfortunately most of my favorite poems that I've written would be considered "innapropriate" for it, because.. you know. It's not like anyone is having sex/doing drugs in highschool and, God forbid someone should be exposed to it through creative writing. Anyway. Any suggestions would be nice. :] Thank you. Edit;;; Okay. Also, this was taken from phoenixmemory  who is amazing and lovely and.. yes.