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2. Naive Circuits

"She loves everything and nothing at all." -The Boom Circuits, 'Everything & Nothing'

1. Seven Devils

"Holy water cannot help you know, a thousand armies couldn't keep me out." -Seven Devils, Florence & The Machine

Prologue

Her hands were in tiny fists, as if she would face off against an enemy at any given moment. She was always alert, even in her sleeping state. Short strands of orange hair fell across her face in an array of what looked like flames licking her pale skin. She was bony, but not small, and in her curle..

Portraits & Profiling

amelia deluneAfter selling her sanity to Lucifer to learn what killed her parents, Amelia was found muttering about demons and angels in a dank New York alley. Two Greater Angels, Gabriel and Lucas, took her in, and she currently resides in the basement of St. Gabriel’s Church. She spends..

Start Of An End

In a world consumed in the secret Perpetual World between good and evil, this story follows a gang of demon-hunting angels that live in an interdimensional church, and how hate and love brews.

Portraits

Portraits of main characters.

Crumble [Temp. Name]

In a world where angel blood is the main ingredient in popular drug, a young assassin who's job is to collect that red liquid falls in love with the man she is to kill, thus beginning the Prime War.

Update On My Life

I've been MIA for the past... fourth months-ish. Here's what's happened.

How You Will Crumble

your world doesn't end with a loud noise. it endswith someonetelling youthat you're uglyor worthlessbecause tsunamisand earthquakeswon't be theend of the worldit will be humansthemselvesand your terrible words

The Story Of Erica, Full Time Lesbian Junkie & Part Time Human

It always starts smallnot speaking unlessshe was spoken tonot leaving her roomunless she really had tofalling away from realityand anyone but herparents could see"it was just a joke"the kids all said“we know you ain’t really sleeping in someone else’s bed”but it was..

Baggage

I come with baggage. Don’t expect meto unpack it alljust because of you.I mean, I may open up a zipper or twoBut some thingsare betterleftlost in an airportor shoved under a bed.Trust me.

Angels Never Sleep

Called Angels Never Sleep after the saying "Angels never sleep, but neither do the demons".

Mirror

Short but meaningful

How Things Are Going

People always ask me how I am. Well, here's how I am.

Preface

Rosie's POV.

Business Is Business

We are the wealthiest, most established family of PhD's that range from doctors to lawyers. It's a shame that's not really who we are.

My Child Will...

How I will raise my children someday.

Shoestring

A spoken word about modern society. May or may not be performing it in front of my school.

Trying To Hide Them

A parade of a thousand red and white and purple scarsholding hands between a paperclip and a razorthey both get the job done. I sinned and I grinned and I cried and I'd hidebut when all was said and done there's so much I wish I could take backI wish a pill could fix these issues or m..

Nobody Cares

This is what happens when you try and tell your parents you are bisexual.

Mute

He met a mute girl at the park one day, and though she can't speak, sometimes the best lessons are taught without words.

Insecure

Sometimes, fear becomes a mind of it's own. it never leaves but it doesn't stay long enough to get to know you. because as a modern teenager living in a industrialized worldwhere the people's main objective is to entirely unhinge youI know the emotions one can feelwhen they've just been pu..

Her Own Sticks & Stones

If you ask anyone, they'd say the same thing.They only called her names. They only said words. It was her own fault that it happened this way. Because when everyone forgot how she felt, she was the one who had to remember. She was the one who didn't sleep well at night. ..

Symphony of Screams

Oh sweet darling, what's he said this time?Oh the words start pouring, disrupting skiesMeeting devils in the nights outside your windowIt's the symphony of screamsCigarettes and cologne, coffee on the breathHand inside hers, tantalizing guess It's only something when nobody is lookingit's ..

Listen, Girl

My breath was all shaky while writing this <3

Beautiful

A poem I wrote after I stopped starving myself. I hope you like it!! <3

Bottling The Sky

A topic that's been done to death, but hey, why not give it a try? Enjoy!!

Skyscraper

A spoken word I wrote yesterday.

My Life In Words!!

A few people have asked me to do this, so... here goes!!

Who I Am.

1. I struggle in a lot of classes.2. My handwriting is really sloppy.3. I am constantly looking for new, alternative bands so I seem cool. 4. I have starved myself. 5. I am very uncomfortable around men. 6. I really want a spontaneous life. 7. When I get mad, I scream into my pil..

She Couldn't Beat Cancer

Zoey the girl who laughed real loudZoey the girl who never let anyone see her cryI remember nights when she stayed up on the phone with mewhen I couldn't trust myself to be alone. "Everyday I wake up, look in the mirror,and I hate what I see," she told me once, "But I can't complain much, ..

Flag Draped Coffin

I'm sure many parents have felt the pain that is hearing of their child's death in war.

Break Your Own Heart

(Verse One)And she's sitting on the groundwhen nobody's aroundand the sun setsbut she don't movebecause how is she supposed to leavewhen the bottomis all she knows(Bridge)She don't wanna bethe second bestshe just wants this burden off her chestand to be wrapped upin his arms and..

Darling

It's about asking your beloved to kill you when they leave. Morbid, but beautiful.

Spring Cleaning Senryu

Armed with a wood broomroom smelling like dust and painGod damn spring cleaning

Different

A spoken word I wrote and was sitting here unpublished for months because I was always too afraid to post it, but Jamillet's spoken word gave me the confidence to :)

Forever Ago

Light danced softer pouring frompale memories of a lifetime agowhen sweet words I no longer hearenter the wearied mind of my own When small footstepsturn from running down hallsto sitting in bedrooms to empty phone callsWell the light touched my fingertipsas I so begged it not to goI remai..

The Boy Named Aaron

We were just small childrengrowing up down the streetsharing our toys and smilesthe sweetest boy I'll ever meetWe'd meet in that field each dayYou'd bring your red toy truckI'd bring my dolls and with luckour parents would forget we were out hereInseparable, you and Ibest friends joined at the hipLo..

Sleep, Love, Sleep

There is silence here,that I wake up to each nightI'm trying to sleep, but I can't close my eyeswith your words in my headI so deeply despisedon't ask me your questionsI will be all rightSleep, love, sleepthe night will drag onwrap yourself in wordsand wish for the dawnwait until it's overthere..

She Manages A Smile

A girl was born on December 23, 2000to a couple of parents named Samantha and Ryanthey named her Madison NoelGrandma told her 'go to hell'but somehow the girl manages a smileThe girl grows up, goes to classbeats a kid up of touching her assdoes half her homeworktrying to make it all workbut somehow ..

The Damned Tree

Wind is whistling.Clouds are thickening. My roots are dug up from the ground.Dad is still screaming really loud. "I used to sit under that tree,"I say, chewing on soggy Coco Puffs."It's still coming down," Dad says.I stare at the leaves as they fall from the tree in tufts. The next mornin..

What Did You Do To Me?

I want a casket built with laceno wood, no fabricto sheath my faceI want you to see these porcelain scarsthat cage me inlike iron barsI want to see how much I hurthow you left me face-down in the dirtI want you to see what you have doneI want you to tell everyone That you were the one that..

The Taken Toy

Story of a little kidnapped girl. Mature.

Random Sentences. Yep.

THIS IS THE CRAZY A*S S**T THAT ALEXANDER, PETER, AFGHANICA, AND I JUST DECIDED TO WRITE DOWN. ENJOY.

Hospital Flowers

I... Can't... Stop... The... Spew... Of... Writing...

Little Cries

I don't even know, all I know is that I'm proud of myself for writing this.

Apathy Within Anorexia ~

Dear Jesus Christ I can't even stop crying. This is my anorexia story.

The Baby Boy

Lightning erupts in the predawn skyas the mother kisses her babies goodbye to go work in the beauty parlor in the toughest, roughest part of Harlem She leans against the tableholding her new baby, Abeland she has tears in her eyes because she's breaking all her ties Because she don't want another ba..

The Leaf Boy

I got assigned to do a story based on irony and romance in my English class. So the Leaf Boy, a story of Calvin and Brill l was created. Please, review! I need input!

Roots

We are like flowersthrough our lifewe wither and fadeour petals break,and prettier flowers are madebut through and through,we are strong, me and you,and our stemswill always stay the same.