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Merry ChristmasI look at all the pretty lights
blinking on and off the tree
reflecting off the whites of eyes
eyes that no longer sun will see
The branches deep, a forest green
and then the red of blood is seen
ornaments now shattered glass
scattered struggle of the past
A happy giggle from her chest
such a lovely sight too see
"Have you been watching mommy daddy?
when you left he ruined me!"
The knife is dripping crimson bright
So easily simple it all seemed!
"I despise, but love you too!"
Her eyes are black with hate they gleam.
She licks her lips, a bright red shade
dribbles slowly down her chin
grudge, revenge so deeply sick
but not acknowledged as a sin!
This punishment's too weak for you
for what you did, now broken she
in the night innocence taken
She'll follow you to hell, you'll see.
So she plunged the knife so deep
into her flesh of tender neck
to ensure your punishment keeps
To torture you, keep you in check
And with a final breath she gasps
"Merry Christmas dear," she said
for cradled in
Funeral GroundsHead leaned down in crooked hands
a sobbing tearful gasping pain
The rain pours down around my body
soaks me through
down to my bones
I look to the sky
wetness streaming down my face
black lines down my scarred cheeks
jagged and cold
I can almost hear your breath
close to me
feel your hands
strong and warm
caressing my shoulders
I open my arms to the sky
how could you leave me?
I fall forward
my fists on the cold slab
"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME?!!"
The voice echoes through the abandoned graveyard
scratching and ragged
full of every thing I have to offer
all the hate
empty of everyone
I was alone when I came here
not a soul but me to mourn for you
trailing through the mud
in the freezing rain
you healed me
you had saved me
you broke me
I hate god.
He took you away to a place I cannot reach
so so... cliche
but I don't dance around the truth
as much as I would love to caress the lies
hold them to my c
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More