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Tragic Airport ExperiencesWhen you are leaving for your holidays and travelling by airplane, you have to be present there two hours before departure. But if you want to avoid traffic you'll have to leave one to two hours earlier. (In our case it was two hours). So that meant we were 4 hours(!!) too early at the airport. What on earth you're supposed to do in those 4 hours, well, nobody knows. We decided to have something to eat first.

Because of my irrational fear of escalators I was forced to take the stairs. Eventually I want to enter the restaurant… there was only one problem: I hadn't seen the door. That was actually not that strange because it was a glass,

Online MiseryOnline Misery

Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I jus

AloneI gave you my heart.
I trusted you not to break it.
But yet you did.
There are not enough words,
There are not enough tears,
There isn't enough of anything
To express how I feel now.
You say your feelings became less.
My feelings grew with the day.
So every touch was a fake?
Every kiss was a fake?
Go away and let me be,
You have done enough.
At first it was hard to believe,
That you loved me.
Now it is hard to believe,
You let me fall.
Let me cry,
Let me scream,
Let me stare into the distance.
Just let me be,
Everything I am without you.
Just let me be
The girl who is standing alone,
With no one by her side.
Her eyes

-I feel the faint tingling of the sun on my skin.
The rays of sun touch my skin and warm it.
The aroma of blossoms enters my nose,
the aroma of spring. I always loved the spring.
The season that the birds would start singing,
trees would start blossoming.
I took the flowers I got from him with me.
The orchids he gave me the first day of May.
They look old and less colourfull.
I look at the setting sun.
The clouds are turning blue mixed with orange and pink.
I walk towards the edge of the cliff.
I look down and see how high it is.
I lift my right foot and bent forward.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
A teardrop falls all t

perfectiondepraved bliss
the conscience says no

exiled reality
begging for return

floating forgetfulness
never out of here

bound temporality
because nothing is forever

The moment time stood stillThe moment time stood still, was the moment she was surrounded by the smell of flowers. She smelled lilac, freesia's and roses. She could smell the grass; still a bit wet from the rain. She could also smell his scent, lingering around her.

The moment time stood still, was the moment she could hear the birds sing their beautiful songs. Each had a different melody; a different composition of sounds which seemed to fit perfectly. And, in harmony with the songs and the whispers of the grass, she could hear him breathing softly next to her.

The moment time stood still, was the moment she felt the soft grass beneath her. The sunlight touching her

Just another ordinary dayWhat is January 1st if not just another ordinary day?
Everyone gives a special meaning to a day.
You have the day of awesomeness,
Talk like a pirate day,
Pi day...
People celebrate the beginning of a new year,
but for what?
Why is the first day of a new year so special
that people all over the world celebrate it?
A new year is just a new year.
You call the year 2011 instead of 2010.
The sun still sets,
the seasons still change,
so why make something so small,
so big?

I love you moreI love you more every time I see you.
Every time you amaze me once again.
I was looking for meaning in this life
And then I found you.
Every second with you,
Is a second I enjoy.
Every second I'm not with you,
Is a second where I think of you.
I thought of it as a cliché
And I thought people were just exaggerating.
Now I realize it's not exaggerated.
I think of you every moment I have.
I want to be with you as much as I can.
I love you,
Because you make my life meaningful again.
I love you,
Because I can finally be myself.
I love you,
Because I love the way I feel when I'm with you.

But yet everything I write down,
C

PrologueI wiggle with my toes and feel the grains of sand. The sun touches my skin and warms it. The faint summer breeze blows against my face and I can hear the calm sound of the sea everywhere around me. I remember that as child, I held a shell against my ear to hear the calming sound of the sea.
I always had dreams, dreams in which I would sit on the beach while the sun set, together with a loved one. Yet now I sit here alone. Alone with the setting sun in front of me.
As the tears start to come, I feel like my soul is gone. A body without a soul. I feel so homesick, but what for? There is no home for me anymore. There is no place where someon

PoetryIf poetry is art,
shouldn't mine be better?

Shouldn't I be able to show off my artistic genes,
and accomplish my artistic dreams,
and not end up living off of cans of beans,
buying crappy used jeans,
because i'm living beyond my means?

Well, I certainly hope things don't turn out that way.
So I guess i'll make a living off of something with better pay.
I suppose i'd better start to pray,
That I do end up becoming a therapist one day.

At least I hope so.
'Cause this poem sucks.

Kiss Your Demons GoodbyeYou can spend your life in the dark allies of your mind
Or you can step into the light of a meaningful life
And kiss your demons goodbye

But you just stand there and turn off the lights
It's the darkness that keeps you blind
Who needs to see, not you, why me?

You can spend your life looking through shattered eyes
Draining the meaning from the cracks in your lies
Returning the decay to the walls we've refined.

Your walls will only fall dissolved by your deceit
If you're willing to listen I have a lot to teach
Please open your ears and take a seat.

This world is fucked, I'm not gonna lie
It will devour you if you don't fight
And t

flowers and rainbowsyou always wanted to give a girl a heart shaped lollipop
it's endearing, you say
as a child
i always wanted a boy to give me a heart shaped lollipop
so you do it now
and it's not the same
as we both laugh
and i use the stick to poke down the spliff

SomedayI heard you open the door at half past nine...
We had a fight,
I knew you were leaving this time...
I thought about laying down in it's path,
thinking you might get off just for that...

Do you remember that night we laid in bed,
naming all our kids that we haven't had yet?
One for your best friend and one for mine,
Ended up agreeing to decide when it came time...

Maybe, I can move on just like you,
When the desert floods and the grass turns blue,
When the sailing ship doesn't need the moon,
It'll break my heart but I'll get through...
Someday when I stop loving you...

I bet all I had on a thing called love,
but in the e

Obsessive NightmaresHe masqueraded my words with silence,
                   yet i saw his ears fracture when the recognition clogged
his throat.

But his dumbfounded confession scraped the walls of my mouth
                             and hacked away at my determination.

And now i covet his ability to gaze upon me
              and know there's a he

Answering MachineSo, the sadness attacks.
Phone itself is asleep.
And this feeling is back.
Pretty harmful and deep.
Girl, I wait for your call,
While the day turns around,
And the Suns rise and fall…
Close to fall underground.
After night I will record
My voice on the phone.
Tape of only few seconds
Will be heard by someone.
So, if you want to hear
Simple phrases of mine,
Call, when I'm not at home.
When I'm so far from you.
You can speak with yourself.
While the time's running fast.
After hours of self-talking,
You will call me at last.

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I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
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She had just walked out of the front door without anyone noticing her.

Her brown curls hung loosely around her white spotted face.
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Not anymore.

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It was very cold outside, almost too cold, but she didn't notice.
Not anymore.

Her fingers felt the soft material of her dress.
The dress was a bit too short for her liking, but she didn't care.
Not anymore.

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by ~SketchWriter, Mar 15, 2011, 1:23:03 PM
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ADP: Accidental Destruction of Plants

Spring, it's coming again. Finally. I was almost afraid it would stay away this year... But it won't. It's coming back. Hooray! Because not only spring is coming, but also little animals such as ducks, sheep, cows, etc. And of course, flowers.
So beautiful, flowers. It's kind of a habit of my aunt to give me (and my sister) a little plant for Easter. The only problem is that I truly can't keep a plant alive. It's not an exaggeration this time. I just keep killing plants! Not on purpose, of course, but they keep dying. Once I got a little plant (which was supposed to produce some kind of weird strawberries, but honestly, I've never seen anything like that...)
I kind of forgot about that plant... So it slowly died of thirst and lack of attention.
The second plant I got was truly beautiful. The flowers were all kinds of yellow and it was growing really well. Because I remembered what I had done to my previous plant, I decided this one was definitely NOT going to die of thirst and lack of attention!
So I can tell you that it didn't happen! No, this one died a completely different way. The opposite actually. I gave it so much water, I kind of drowned it. The leaves were starting to hang down and were all sad, so I gave it more water. It became even more sad, so I gave it more water, and more, and more, and it died slow and wet, very wet.
So I just never do it the right way. When I don't spend any attention to it, it dies. When I actually spend A LOT of time on it, it dies. Not very long ago, my mother decided to give me another plant. Just for fun. I spent a lot of time taking care of that plant and I can say (and I'm actually kind of proud of it): It. Didn't. Die. Because. Of. Me. I swear! It died of old age!
You know why? My mother had bought a plant that usually only grows in deserts! So it doesn't need anything! I could've done anything and everything to it, it would've survived it all... ("It would have survived it all" is just a nicer thing to say than "It would even survive ME")
And it did, I didn't kill it... But still. The plants I get nowadays are just adopted by my sister.
She can keep her plants alive.

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Hey everyone,

Here I am again, still alive (and kicking). This is my third upload, and a shorty this time. I hope you all like it.
Please leave a comment behind if you'd like

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~vampiress-chic7 Jun 4, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Same here. When I gave birth to my daughter my mom gave me a plant that would be harder for me to kill... Haha had it for lil over two years now.

~SketchWriter Jun 18, 2011 Student Writer

Wow, you're actually capable of keeping it alive. That's awesome!
What kind of plant is it?

~vampiress-chic7 Aug 19, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Sry I've been away. Major bad things have happened. And because its one of the plants thatdont need much

~SketchWriter Aug 20, 2011 Student Writer

Don't worry about it, it's not like I'm the most active person on DeviantArt.
Major bad things doesn't sound too good (duh, no shit Sherlock), what happened? If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, don't feel obliged to tell me!

~vampiress-chic7 Aug 20, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I've been with my daugters dad for almost for years in june he decides to break up wth me cuz he's having a midlife crisis and he kissed his ex b4 he left me. Then we tried to work it out but I wasn't happy and I haven't been happy just didn't know why till he left me and he broke a bunch of shit. There's more just too much to text... but im with another guy who I did like a lil. Ut I loved brian so now I get to see where al leads me and everyone sees me a lot happier.

~SketchWriter Aug 21, 2011 Student Writer

I'm very sorry to hear that. I have absolutely no right to judge people from where I am, because I don't know them, but to me it seems like a good thing the father of your daughters is out of your life (as far as that is possible) because he doesn't sound like a very nice guy.
I hope you'll be amazingly happy from now on. You should look at your daughters and realize how lucky you are to have them. I know it sounds weird to hear (well, actually read) this from someone like me, but please do know that after every storm there will be sunshine and even a rainbow. So just keep on going, someday you'll wake up and find that everything is fine.

If you need some stranger to talk to, well, I've got a permanent internet connection and I'll be checking in with DA pretty much every day...

~vampiress-chic7 Aug 24, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha ur hilarious somedays... I have one daughter btw. And he gets her every other week. Thanx for trying to cheer me up

~SketchWriter Aug 25, 2011 Student Writer

Okay, well, that's a good solution.
No problem, although I hope I wasn't only trying. Did I succeed? Just a small bit? No? Hm, I should practice more often..

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~Teppa May 23, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

oh deary me. poor little plant....died by "drowning".
it's ok. we've all killed a plant in our lives ^_^

~SketchWriter May 31, 2011 Student Writer

Haha, poor plant indeed.
I hope so, that makes me seem less pathetic for not being able to keep a plant alive..

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