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Ms Cosmetic by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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Ms Cosmetic

Married to the image, To the daily mascarade, Sitting in the silence, You can still hear them calling your name. Blossomed before your season And still not picked for the bouquet. The pretty lies you tell yourself To keep insecurities at bay. Waiting for forever, For your inner self to mold Into that image, you hold dear, Honey, your not gold. Becoming more furious; your imperfections fueling your fire. You've become too hot to hold though your need for love is dire. So instead of being idle, and envying another's shoes, walk a mile in your own And stop the self-abuse.

Pretty Lies by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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Pretty Lies

The waters up to your ankles, coldness tickling your toes, small splashes in the shallows, a light breeze and you know. The waters slowly rising, but you don't have to care, it's a long way away, your minds not even here. The waters to your calves, still fun and exciting, you're no where close to dying, the sun's not yet setting. This couldn't get any better, at least just for now, playing your role as a youth, when its over you'll take a bow. The waters now to your hips and just a bit warmer. Spending time with your lover, going deeper and deeper. It might not make sense but wait till you see the ring. "He's perfect," you'll say,

You're Gone? by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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You're Gone?

Sometimes I wake up thinking You’re still here. Even though you left a long time ago, I know. It just feels like you’re out. Running errands Or coming back For seconds. I remember the feeling you gave me But not really your face. I hate how your fading from my memory Like dead weight. Literally, ironically, You said I was that to you. Guess you hated me so much, You had to bid me adieu. I know we had our differences, Way more than I can count. The love in our relationship Was always in and out. In spite of you now parting, Without even a word. You know I'll always love you Even if it’s not returned.

Self Absorbed by Cinnamonzebra, literature

Corrupted by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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Corrupted

Are the wonders of my world, These things which haunt me, Scaring me yet giving, Perverse pleasure, It disgusts me. This corridor which leads, To my mind, This passage inner, Is littered with corps, From the war Between me, And me. Slowly losing pieces, Of myself, Happy me, Selfless me, Kind me, To this battle. But it's my fault, No, my selves fault, All of this. I might forget tonight, Or remember, In the form Of nightmares or dreams, Which ever I or I allow. Yet I can hault the cycle, Walking up and down, This inner corridor, The continuous wakes I hold for them, My dead selves. Or not, Maybe this passage is, The end of me.

My Fear Escaping Balloon by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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My Fear Escaping Balloon

I have this balloon, you see Its not real but bear with me Its big and red and brave It soars and it flies unafraid I use it to escape sometimes, Sometimes my minds not very kind. You see I've always been afraid Of.... well... everything i should say Of insects and monsters and Natural disasters Of diseases and blindness Even of my father But what scares me the most Are not material things I'm afraid of my mind My failure, no wings The nightmares the money And personal demons Not doing it right And even my feelings But i have this balloon you see, Its not real but bear with me, I us it to elude my fears So they cant catch me No where near

The Hatred In My Wings by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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The Hatred In My Wings

There's another bird across the corridor, One just like me, Locked up in a cage, Waiting to be freed. There's another bird across the corridor, She looks sad today, I feel that way to, I miss the open plains. There's another bird across the corridor, She's been here as long as me, We share long stares, At each others scared beaks. There's another bird across the corridor, She copies and mocks me, I don't know why, I hate her and she hates me. But finally I realize, That my self hatred is haunting, And I hate her, Because I hate me.

Alzheimer's by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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Alzheimer's

I slowly open my eyes the lids of them feel like weights. Like the weight i feel pressing into my chest in to my heart. Turning my head i scan the room. Dresser, table with flowers on it, television. Familiar. Vaguely familiar. Closet, rocking chair, window. Bright light, fresh cool air stream in like just outside this room right through that window that portal, is the promise of heaven, of refreshing life. But I'm in this room. I push myself up with muscles barley used and with staggering steps move toward the door. My wrinkled finger makes contact with the doornob and a pulse of deja-vu spreads through my body. The door creaks open but the

Deaf Thoughts by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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Deaf Thoughts

I'm walking to school on a rainy September morning. The vibrations tingle the soles of my feet. Gravel rolling between my shoe sole and the pavement. I wonder what it sounds like. Should I envy the people whose ears actually have function? When I watch them speak I wonder what it feels like to hear vibrations instead of only feel them. I feel a wet drop land on my forehead. An overcast sky, no silver linings, just rain. I walk faster. The school gets bigger as I approach. On the gates is a giant sign 'Academy for The Disabled' in bold red lettering. Almost like a warning. I hate this school. They dump us here. The lame, blind dumb and deaf (l

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Understanding.. by irdormir, literature

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Understanding..

The cliches of our exchanges Could never find better ways to say it Using beautifully tired lines Of uniquely common experiences And finally, I understood Why the poets Write poems About love Playing countless roles at one time both love and life intertwined And finally, I understood Why the playwrights Write plays About love Melodies soft and sweet Still float to me through all this distance A tune still incomplete This tune so fixed; persistent And finally, I understood Why the musicians Write songs About love And even through the noise And horizons always shifting There's something about your voice And the hope of a perfect ending A

Redo by irdormir, journal

Redo

May 22, 2017

Hey everyone, I've been absent from Deviantart for about 2 years and during that time my old account cinnamozebra went dormant as I had stopped working on poetry and other literature but I've been missing writing and have decided to start again :). So I created this new account and well "repost" some of my favourites from my old account here as well as my new stuff. Hopefully, if you were a fan of my old account you'll find me again and if you're meeting me for the first time I hope you enjoy all I have to offer!

Someone Else. by KelaLewis-Morin, literature

Literature

Someone Else.

Someone Else. I wish I had a... A heart that is malleable. A mind that isn’t practical And a life that is fanciful. I wish I had a... Tranquil touch that never hurts. A mouth that thinks before it spurts And a body that is control of its nerves. I wish I had... Feet that are confident and able walk fast. Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp And an ass that can rebound after every task. I wish I had a smile that is

dA Guide: Text Formatting by SweetDuke, literature

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dA Guide: Text Formatting

- - - - - - - - - - UPDATE for January 2020: I created this guide in 2011, so you'll have to take it with a grain of salt since dA has updated a bazillion things since then LOL. It now looks like many codes don't work in Literature submissions anymore, (or disable the "Eclipse" version of the site and show the old site instead), so some of the demonstrations here only look like regular text. But they should display properly if you copy/paste them in the comments. I'm so glad to see how many of you wonderful people still utilize this resource, so I wish you the best and encourage you to go ahead and experiment to see what works and what do

macaroon by reechy, literature

(February) LITERARY ALMANAC MONTHLY: VOLUME ELEVEN by Rose-Em, journal

(February) LITERARY ALMANAC MONTHLY: VOLUME ELEVEN

Feb 14, 2015

Welcome to the eleventh and final edition to deviantart's own Literary Almanac Monthly! This month, deviantART's own authors will be featured for their writing, involvement in the community, and for their dedication to what they love to do. As literature comes in many forms, Literary Almanac is not limited any type of writer--everybody matters! I'd like to give out a big kiss to everyone who has given me inspiration to continue writing and publishing articles here on dA. LAM was the first article I ever wrote and you can bet your bottom dollar that is wont be the last. A big squishy hug to HugQueen (https://www.deviantart.com/hugqueen) and to LadyLincoln (https://www.deviantart.com/ladylincoln) for

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Deaf Thoughts by Cinnamonzebra, literature

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Deaf Thoughts

I'm walking to school on a rainy September morning. The vibrations tingle the soles of my feet. Gravel rolling between my shoe sole and the pavement. I wonder what it sounds like. Should I envy the people whose ears actually have function? When I watch them speak I wonder what it feels like to hear vibrations instead of only feel them. I feel a wet drop land on my forehead. An overcast sky, no silver linings, just rain. I walk faster. The school gets bigger as I approach. On the gates is a giant sign 'Academy for The Disabled' in bold red lettering. Almost like a warning. I hate this school. They dump us here. The lame, blind dumb and deaf (l