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Cancer Cells
By the end of 2011 all cigarette boxes(in america) will depict disturbing images that should discourage people from smoking.
I could paste a little picture of my heart
On your little box of cigarettes
So you could see the cancer that waits inside
And know that it tastes like burnt flesh and dry anthrax.
I burn with each toke, starting with my toes
While my head is stuck in your stinking mouth
My body between two fingers like a bug
Captured and going limp.
It would be the first to ever make you vomit
Like the first time you ever held my hands
And told me that they reminded you of an incurable disease
Or when you looked into my eyes and said,
"Everything is dead."
3/1/11
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Literature
handheldhell
Heart held hands
Or the other way around,
Hand held hearts
Bleeding through
Through bleeding
Bleeding
Through
Bleeding
Flesh
Bone:
Chilled
Chiseled
To your liking
Licking
Spills and
Pills
Morph
Into morphine
Drip
Drop
Rip
To shreds
Reds
Every shade
Fade
A façade-
A web of lies
Flies fussing
Buzzing
Boozing
Losing everything
And
Everyone sucks
Fucks
Dies
Cries
A river
A sliver of
Substance
Willing and
Killing
The child
Mild fever
With
Red skin
Thin face
Pretty lace
Stockings
Mocking
Birds
Singing
Deadly ringing
Church bells
Go to hell
In the fire
Sleep with liars
And poets writing
Writhing
Under a stanza
Standing up
Landing stiff
Off a cliff,
A broken neck.
I remember it like it was never again
2/23/11
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Literature
Nice Shot
Hey man,
Ever heard the definition
Of everything you they said you could never see?
What's that between your fingers?
The dispositioned
Deity
Rolled up tight
Reducing their false realisms
To ashes.
2/22/11
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Literature
never sleep before 3 am
Empty
Empty
Empty
Empty

With something thick in the middle
Sliding from side to side like a dead rat.
Hollow head and limbs
Like too many organs and not enough b o n e s.
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead

And it only took twenty minutes
Gutted by some unimaginable spoon-
The sleeping oblivious.
2/4/11
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Literature
Mer de Noms
It reflected onto the eyes, light blue
Fine crystals
Unpolished
Dead.
Many of them
All of them
Dead.
I found one
Jaundiced and swollen
With yellow air
And grey lips
Mouth gaping like a terrible black cave.
I leaned into her fish corpse aura
She was sodden and salty
Her crystal eyes disfocused..
"What is your name, miss?"
Her arms were twisted
Towards her water grave..
It looked heavy
And the sun coruscated over all their crystal eyes
Unpolished
Dead.
Many of them
All of them
Dead.
1/31/11
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Literature
All the Ugly People
Wounds are a temporary
Blood fixture-
Sculpture of pained art
On
Under
Inside
The skin,
Writhing
Under a touch
-A personal deamon
Coming to love the self- induced screams
With it roots in the outside world.
but
Time will erode the art
Into scar tissue.
A friendly reminder of
Everything
That turned you into
Nothing,
Of so you felt.
1/31/11
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Literature
This is How We Cry
Gut
Gut
Gut
The fish that
Has become me  and
Leave my face
Facedown
On the floor where it belongs
Smashed and bruised.
Remove
My bones as cat toys
And feel it as it slips out of a  
Tainted meat bag
That was my own personal deformity
All I had.
Rip
Rip
Rip
Your hooks from my mouth;
Boil
The blood that is freefalling from my face.
Broken jaw.
1/25/11
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Literature
dEATH OF A mETAHOR
Why does a paper feel like so many bars
When it is supposed to be the deepest landscape
Where I could run forever
And never tire
Of words,
Phrases,
Or this image-
My insides sprawled across an off white canvas
In-between lines and
Over your head.
1/24/11
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Literature
You Can Wake Up Now
You have pretended to drown in my arms
Saying my embrace was like the sea
But I'd say it was morphine cloud
From the way your jaw fell slack
And your heart slowed to an obvious white.
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Literature
Particles
I am a solid
A liquid
And a gas.
A little god
Preconceived in divine and specific structure
In existence eternally
Invisible,
But on display in everything
You love
And hate.
Science discovered me in a clumped physical state of matter
I was among one of the first revolutionary discoveries
But you took me for granted
And replaced me with the String Theory.
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Literature
To Write Your Face
How do I write your face across this page with nothing but an 8 week old memory ?
I want to make your eyes appear
Like two green kaleidoscopes
That always knew how to say I love you
At just the right times.
But I'll never find the words..
I remember you in every shade of strawberries and cream
And peaches with cinnamon on your cheeks.
Pink roses bloomed between us
Between fingers, necks, and lips
But I only have black and white..
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Literature
Blood in the Water
There's a padded god knocking on your door
Asking
For impossible things
You can hear him now
Yelling
In so many voices
You are scared
Fear
Is what he wants
Like a dog he can
Smell
The fear floating off your skin
He wants you as a
Slave
Do nothing for yourself
Fold your
Hands
And cry to the sky
Get on your knees put your
Head
On the ground
Be ready to receive the
Savior
Through the hole in your head
Not your
Heart
As he once promised
He is still
Knocking
Now with many fists
They're all here the whole
Congregation
Ready to bleed you out
And pour the
Holy
Water in your clothes
To sit back and watch the
Blood
And water flow
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Literature
Love Me
Read my poetry like it is silk falling through your lips
And with those lips,
Kiss me at specific intervals.
Say that you like the way my clothes drown my shoulders and knees
And don't expect me to be happy all the time.
Understand the patterns of my tears
… Hold my hands when I cry,
But promise not to break my fingers.
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Prava
Artist
United States
Age:15

Height: 5 feet 4 inches

Weight: 91 pounds
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19 letters to poetry
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i

Dear Poetry,
I have held you up to the light
And seen inside your birdcage lungs.
Do you know your skin is made of paper?

ii

Oh Poetry,
At night I swear I hear you choking on a broken metaphor,
And I wonder if I should push it back down or let nature take its course
By waiting till the phrase is stuck in just the right way so they can hear you whisper a true meaning,
Before you slip into a self-induced ink coma.

iii

Poetry! My poetry,
What will you pull from me next?

iv

Poetry?
I haven't heard from you in days..
Whisper through my pores and tell me another lie.

v

Poetry,
You are a strange creature with nine pretty legs,
The kind that everyone wants,
But pretty legs
Need pretty bones.

vi

I love you, Poetry,
You have shown me the meaning of long sleeves
And how to destruction can be a form of creation.
You have created entire worlds-
Beautiful worlds..
Filled with ugly people.

vii

Poetry!
I want you inside out
Between my fingers and at the brim of my lips.

Let me tear you apart and
De-format you
Because everything beautiful is never perfect
And my sex is
freeverse

vii

You're beautiful, Poetry,
Even after I have deflowered you and twisted your paper face..

You bled ink like ichor and
Flashed a smile for their benefit
As I mutilated what I found inside..

ix

Why Poetry,
Are you so submissive?
You let them do whatever they want to the structure I have perfected..

You were beautiful in knots,
But they turned you into everyone else.

x

Let me explain something, Poetry,
They will remove your outer layers until they get down to the spine
And they will beat you and
Water you down until your meaning surfaces..

They will want you to annunciate every word,
But only I know of your speech impediment and the way you stutter like there's a moth between your lips.
It is an insect language, written first by the god of liars.

xi

Oh lost Poetry,
You have arms like mine.
Shining bruises
Tied to a chair with wrists crossed over a synthetic spine.
Just the type of virgin to mirror the moon
And like her you have a dark side.

xii

Speak Poetry,
I want to hear your many
(screeching)
voices. Like waves being scraped against the shore of your shoulder blade.

xiii

Poetry… shut up,
I'm tried of you whining over lost love and your addiction to self mutilation.

xiv

I hate you Poetry,
You have become ugly and
Can no longer us that excuse that it is art.

xv

They've fucked you, Poetry,
You are the pre-incarnate whore of god.
Do you feel hollow yet?

I do.

xvi

Why must you lie, Poetry,
You speak of hideous things that you have never experienced..
"Rape" is a word much too casually thrown around.

xvii

Damnit Poetry,
You used to be the only way I could make mistakes.
You warmed my bones up to the fingernails
And I was young.

I used to care;
Now I'm just used.


iixx

You're dead, Poetry,
They've killed you.

ixx

I'm dead, Poetry,
But they couldn't identify the body.

You took my fingers and my teeth
And turned them into a clever stanza
At the sake of your creator being forgotten..

It's been hell,
Ava Pasnon

p.s. you were never worth my ashes.

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Personal Quote: "the more i think, the more i hurt"
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IF YOU HAVENT DONE SO ALREADY PLEASE IF YOU ARE WATCHING THIS ACCOUNT THEN ADD MY NEW ONE! SOON THIS ACCOUNT WILL NOT HAVE ANY DEVIATIONS AND IM MOVING SOME OF OF MY ART OVER! SO PLEASE!

LOVE ME o.o

here is the link to my new page >>>>>>> :iconmasticate-the-axe:

not that much up yet.. just some drawings.. but more writing soon i promise!

LOVE YOU GUYZZZZZ :iconbogheartplz:

p.s. i cant find my sketchbook :iconimsadplz: AND ITS REALLY BUMMING THE FUCK OUTTA ME



kbye
  • Listening to: The Prodigy
  • Reading: The Barcode Tattoo (for school)
  • Playing: COD Black Ops
  • Eating: nothing :(
  • Drinking: nothing :(

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Obsidian-Nightfall Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2011  Student Writer
Happy birthday :) Have a good day xx
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stomachlinedinlace Featured By Owner May 20, 2011   General Artist
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:)
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Taralitha Featured By Owner May 17, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the tons of faves! Much appreciated! I'm so sorry that I took forever to reply to them, but they are very appreciated, I promise! Thanks again!
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haha thats alrightt. you're welcome ! :D
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:iconilavplz: { Hi :heart:
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your welcome haha
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Not-a-Great-Artist Featured By Owner May 7, 2011  Student Writer
I really enjoy your poetry.

Hope you don't mind the watch. :)
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thank you so much!!!! hope you enjoy what you are to read
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come chat with us sometime :) [link]
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