Emocinderella

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i am not afraid of monsters by Emocinderella, literature

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i am not afraid of monsters

i am not afraid of monsters under the bed. i am afraid of the ones who sneak their way smiling into my life i will walk out the door today and i can tell him, and the next guy no. you taught me to cut to the core pick out his insecurities and say the unthinkable you taught me to be strong when it comes love cold and uncaring. i can block someone on facebook in 30 seconds or less. and when i broke up with him, i never spoke to him again. you made sure of that. and every night you don't listen as i say no and stop and i run to my room i try to convince you i'm serious this time and trying to find the block button but you're a

why did i love him so easily by Emocinderella, literature

when you leavethe difference (july 2012) by Emocinderella, literature

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he slept a summer by my side by Emocinderella, literature

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he slept a summer by my side

in june, i crashed your car into the back of a truck and caused a four car pile-up i remember the windshield shattering, the car filling with smoke and being unable to get the door open i also remember seconds before when i could have sworn i saw isaac in the car exiting the highway i should not have looked twice i guess that's how karma works but you stayed with me. also in july we lived together we slept in the same bed, and you cleared a couple drawers for me. i said, "isn't this strange?" but you didn't think so. oh and we had a gym routine most nights we curled up on the couch and you educated me on jerry lew

no place like home by Emocinderella, literature

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no place like home

my hands are cold and my god, why are you so far away? i loved this city but maybe that's just because you were always on the other side of it and now i have that flight-or-fight response each time my mother asks me if i'm really going to eat that so i drive and i drive and i drive i sing out loud to the radio some power ballad, pounding my hand on the steering wheel and telling myself to breathe inward deeply and exhale but i can't do it i can't live with people who don't want me i can't stay in this city with no opportunities i can't be here any longer nowhere is far enough away when you are nowhere to b

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no place like home by Emocinderella, literature

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no place like home

i know by Emocinderella, literature

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i know

i know why this happened. it was bad karma, i deserved it. it happened because of the distance, because X miles of land is too far for love to stretch. and the age difference: you were too old and arrogant, i was too young and naive. it was because i needed too much reassurance that we were okay, and you felt that was a waste of effort. i know why you are leaving, it makes perfect sense. but there was no explanation offered when you said you don't love me anymore.

While you're away by Emocinderella, literature

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While you're away

don't forget me. my weakness is your name the sound of your voice your clark kent jaw which occasionally i like to be scruffy winter is so cold without you. i am waiting for warmth and sunshine again for that first day when i can step outside in a sundress and be okay then you'll come home to me and i will never never never let you go again i will follow you anywhere if i must. i'm not a cheat but i tend to stray my eyes wandered and my lips a little and i fluttered my eyelashes but that was before, before i knew you are mine to keep and i am yours and that's the way it is so i will learn to be what you nee

Raven by Emocinderella, literature

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Raven

Once upon a time, There was a little girl who loved to dance. She practiced very hard in her dance class, and would dance for hours and hours. This always made her very happy. There was a young man in her class who sometimes would help her with her dances. He would lift her high in the air so she could feel like a beautiful swan. She, of course, grew to love the man very much. She thought of him as her prince, and wanted to dance a pas de duex with him so very badly. She said to herself, "I will love him until I die and no one else." However, the man was much older than she, and did not see that even as a little girl she

and a little unsure by Emocinderella, literature

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and a little unsure

i love you in the way that keeps me awake late at night and makes it difficult to write anything makes me want to run away to another city because being so breakable scares me and when i'm with you i'm happy but still i'm unhappy and a little unsure when i'm away from you it's the same but worse. i just thought you should know that i can't imagine life without you but sometimes i don't want you at all because i know she might always be around that your bed isn't all that comfortable nor is your arm when i sleep on it but somehow i sleep peacefully most nights i want to say goodnight twice your eyes are pretty a

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relapse by toxic-nebulae, literature

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relapse

this, I think, is the way that empires fall. there are sometimes catastrophes— Vesuvius, Alexandria— but I will not go out in such an explosive fashion this time. my second death is preceded by decline, slow and inglorious; erosion working its weary charm upon my architecture. the difference is this: disaster is unprecedented. it is a noble sort of way to fall, at the hands of that which you could not control. but I am allowing myself to crumble to dust. the forces of entropy have not strengthened: I have simply stopped cobbling myself back together. someday, archaeologists will discover my ruins and sigh

hypothetical realities. by neonsquiggle, literature

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hypothetical realities.

You haunted me. I spent tearstained eternities wondering what life would be like in another place, what my world would be made of if it were not scars and fights and being told I wasn't good enough. You were my biggest what-if and you were always my escape route when reality became too painful to bear. But you were painful too. And the thought of elsewhere was never good enough. I'm better off without you.

some leftover debris. by neonsquiggle, literature

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some leftover debris.

We were never written in stone. We were written in letters of fire - we burned bright and brilliant and we burned painful, and so painfully long. I like to think we both loved hurting each other more than we could bear, that it was only our bruises that made us beautiful, and I know you remember me in blood and in belligerence. We shot maelstroms through quiet skies, and we let our lightning consume us. We crumbled, anyway.

unfinished thoughts by Vlavisfaults, literature

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unfinished thoughts

i. wake up. i can't stay long. we are a series of fleeting moments that spell out "bad timing" and "tragic romance". you are broken machinery and i am still trying to decipher the binary code for love. ones and zeros collide into a lump in my throat and suddenly, the idea of saying goodbye makes my fingertips ache and my wrists burn. ii. do you remember when we kissed? it was a messy pile of metaphors and we were scared that somebody would see us and try to clean us up. i still ghost the back of my hand over my lips and imagine that it's yours, but then i remember that "yours" and "mine" are not words that apply to you and me anymore. ii

Glitter Girl by neonsquiggle, literature

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Glitter Girl

I'm in love with a girl whose hands are always full of excess glitter, from when she's trying to shine. And her fingertips are always raw from all her clumsy attempts at a staple gun; forgive her, she's only trying to put herself back together [because she won't let me help]. But she'll never realize how much she means, how the loneliness caught in her lashes only makes her more lovely; --she's too busy trying to be a star to remember that they only shine with a cold light. Maybe someday I can help her find a boy who can make her fingertips warm with something more than just broken capillaries.

missing you by neonsquiggle, literature

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missing you

I don't miss your hands all over me because his arms make sure I'm never cold. And I don't miss your thirty-proof breath caressing the nape of my neck because his nicotine-stained fingertips put my pieces back so deftly it's like you never t

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he slept a summer by my side by Emocinderella, literature

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he slept a summer by my side

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 26, 1991
United States
Deviant for 17 years
She / Her

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E.E. Cummings

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a love game. Do you want love or fame?

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Razzle dazzle 'em

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Heavyrainfall

Sep 14, 2011

Hey what's your other account?

Emocinderella

Sep 16, 2011

you can't just ask like that. message me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAYYY!!

Hehe, thanks!

This is in reply to a comment you left me on Jan. 23. I tried to leave the comment there buy it wouldn't take it because I'm no longer a premium member. Knew I'd find a way somehow.
Thanks, Cindy, you are very generous and kind too. I've been hiding out after my embarrassing fiasco with your review. Now I really don't want to post but know that I am just a really big chicken. Shortly after your letter of explanation I spent most of one day trying to write a free verse explaining how I felt in response and how great your poetry is. I might still post parts of it if I can find it and have the nerve. I find that sometimes when I let writing rest and go back I see that it doesn't suck the big one after all, just the mamma and baby sized ones.

Maryellen

tearsfadewithyou

Mar 20, 2011

^{thank you so much for the favorite on 'don't you dare lie' and 'just a small town girl' <3}

Jacqui-Aime

Mar 19, 2011

tHANKS FOR THE LLAMA BADGE