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Still by epitomeofvicious, literature

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Still

Still my heart stops breath abates (why aren't you here) Still it was my fault yours too (wasn't it) Still i am weary worn, cold, ill (hold me once more) Still i want you with me here, in my arms (kiss my face again, tell me i'm pretty) Still you want to be with me here, in my arms (i'll hold you closer this time, i promise) Still we can't we won't (please don't be nice to me) Still i want you i need you (i love you) Still you can go on i can go on (i need you, but i think i can) Still my heart stops breath abates (i can't breathe without you)

Collective Poems by epitomeofvicious, literature

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Collective Poems

Drawn a star on my page. Memories flood me sometimes. Reminding me... well, so does that chair, his belt, her braids, maybe, I never really forgot. ---------- If you were to walk in right now, (Which I won't) What could I honestly say? (Hi, how are you? Good, I am fine.) It's good we're so far apart now. (Why's that, Mel?) It's terrible to think I used to hate this distance. (Indeed) ---------- 9:12 writing lyrics in my notebook 9:12 drifting back to it 9:12 remembering the good days 9:12 disgregarding the bad 9:12 feeling the ache of it all 9:12 all-consuming rememberance 9:13 writing lyrics in my notebook. ---

You're death. by epitomeofvicious, literature

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You're death.

You're death. You're waking up next to a body bag with skeletal fingers, wrapped around my wrist. You're my coffin, and the poison in my wine You're my dark and deadly drug and the visions of razor blades, dancing in my head. You're my sweet solace in hell after sleeping six feet under. You're the pleasure of watching my own soul rot while I lay down with maggots. You're the tickle of their noose and the sensual glide of my knife. You're the one, bound to kill me over and over, and over again. Some nights, I'd like to embrace my own demise and curl up with death.

Untitled Poem by epitomeofvicious, literature

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Untitled Poem

Zero times I've come and gone. Round and round our fair child goes. The flow and ebb of tides that bind. binds that tie? Tied down to the vicious cycle. perpetuity. Perpetual lack of feeling. Perpetual condition of existance. Perpetual condition of faith. faith's a funny thing. Gets you through, long enough to break you down. previously broken. "You break it, you buy it." Oh, God. If only that were true.

Circlestance by epitomeofvicious, literature

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Circlestance

Rain thrumming in my head Head games played with the pretty girl. Girl's turning grey. Grey dawn arises, falls again. Again we all face another day. Day's over. What now? Now, my friends, we do it all again. Again we all face another day. Day's over. What now? Now, my friends, we do it all again. Again we all face another day. Day's over. What now? Now, my friends, we do it all again. Again we all face another day. Day's over. What now? Now, my friends, we do it all again. Again we all face another day. But stop. Stop because I said so. So, stop because you have the right, Right, think about it. It doesn't have to be this

Watching Selves by epitomeofvicious, literature

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Watching Selves

Watching from mind's eye: Long hair in front her face lank by the end of the day. A tired look on her, but intelligence still in her eyes. Pouring her attention into a book, scribbling madly in her "notes". Unraveling the mysteries in the author's head, long legs folded underneath her body. Slim, but never slim enough... for them at least. Playing with her hair a little, grinning at the funny bits. She fantasizes about the her current infatuation, watching her, and becoming infatuated himself. It's a well-worn mindfuck, and sometimes it makes her sick. The same old game, of "I like him." She looks up and around, and can

Hail Somebody by epitomeofvicious, literature

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Hail Somebody

Hail she who's full of love, her thoughts are with thee, and blessed is she amonst those and blessed are the thoughts she dares speak, sweetness. Holy Seraphim, prays for they who deserve it, then, and at the hour of her death. Hail she who now fails, her cunning outshone, blessed be, for her smile is the light gone, and blessed are, for her world is unseen, still undeniable. Holy Seraphim, she prays not at all anymore, now, and until the hour of her death.

A Riddle For You by epitomeofvicious, literature

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A Riddle For You

You'll learn it like their mighty catechism, before you ever know it like the back of your hand and you'll study it like a famous painting but it may never take life in your weak eyes. The things they teach in school, never will ever touch you where this does. If a word is a whisper, then an action is screamed at you. A promise is hollow, and trust is a precious gem (fucking poetic now, aren't we?) and both can be broken, snapped in half, crushed. Impale yourself in the seas of "fucked" clench your fists and prepare to bleed. What if this all = nothing, and that goddamned tripping caterpillar was right? So what IS greater th

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epitomeofvicious

Jan 16, 2011

This is the end.

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Now, I'm not so bold as to think that many people are taking notice of what I still do on here. My last journal entry and submission were over two years ago, and my last period of big activity was in 2006. Suffice to say, I've moved on from Deviantart. But, in case anyone stumbles upon my profile and wonders what happened here, I thought I'd post this to be clear. I no longer belong to DA in my mind, and I don't feel enough of a connection to keep attempting to belong. I've rescued all the submissions for posterity's sake, and some of them might appear on flickr. I think that after leaving this journal up for a few months, I'll probably come

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epitomeofvicious

Jan 12, 2009

!!!

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So, although I'm not the owner of any sort of fancy camera, I can usually make up the difference with reasonably cool composition and photoshop. With that in mind, one of my good friends has just become engaged to her girlfriend, and it's starting to look like I'll be doing something of an engagement set for them. They'll be completely self-styled (mostly because me trying to style them would be like a sad imitation of their personal styles) and I'll be taking them to locations where I've been photographed around town, a lot of bricks and graffiti, but also probably outdoorsy elements like grass and water. I've looked at some engagement set

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Nov 2, 2007

Passing of time = not so detailed recaps

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So my last entry was about a terrible ex, and Christmas. Well, that was a year ago now that he dumped me, and we're approaching Christmas again. I'm once again filled with holiday cheer, except that it's been stretching further and further through the rest of the year. For anyone who might swing by here occasionally, and none of my other places on the internet, let's just have a recap: -Met a few other morons -Met the worst man I've ever dated in my life -Lost my dad -Met one of the nicest men I've ever dated in my life -Kept up static, good relationships with friends I haven't had much inspiration in the area of art. I plan on maybe