ScRamb1ed

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Insensitivity by ScRamb1ed, literature

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Insensitivity

This is an awfully happy funeral; No one's wearing black. The crowd has left their tears at home; No one's looking back. They congratulate the relatives (who of course don't take offense). They act like merry party-goers; Where's their common sense? As the one they're supposed to be mourning, my patience is wearing thin. What horrible respect they show for the dead; they're seated on the coffin! Now they've been asked to say a few words, they're singing and cheering with glee. What horrible respect they show for the dead, what horrible respect for me.

Slipping away by ScRamb1ed, literature

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Slipping away

My heart was drowning again today It's times like these When I feel like everything's slipping away. Even my own dreams are denying me I get so, so close Then they turn around and flee. Is it my fault things are like this? If I did something That horrible I'd like to know what it is. Is it because I'm a liar? I've never been honest But I'll tell the truth if that's what you require. I feel like I'm being taunted Left in my cold, Empty world with the ghosts that make it haunted. I'm not sure who this amuses It feels like I'm making a wish but the shooting star refuses. Never again will I be this careless This is a curse; I

Chronophobia by ScRamb1ed, literature

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Chronophobia

The walls are built from ticking clocks and broken glass Tick, tock. The happy times have come to pass. The walls are built to reach the sky Tick, tock. A brick is added with each goodbye. The walls are built to block them out Tick, tock. The glass has grown fogged with doubt. The walls are built to keep me in Tick, tock. Trapped in a game I might never win. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. When can I break this wall of clocks?

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The Thing About Cliches by summernightangel, literature

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The Thing About Cliches

I. If this were a cliché, A poem, or both It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex. There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. We’ll throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity. This is not a cliché anymore. So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page. II. If this were a romance, A message in a bottle, or both It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys

Just Another Joke by Ponypoetry, literature

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Just Another Joke

I feel like my life is just like a puppet An old worn out puppet missing an eye People just laugh at me, at my mistake They laugh at my hope to find true happiness It's time to burn this puppet It's not like he actually has feelings I'm that dog that can't function right So they all point and laugh at my illness Throwing rocks at me for some laughs Breaking my bones and my heart I'm just another punching bag taking all the hits I'm that little kitty that won't be missed I'm that orphan kid that everyone picks on Will someone come and save me?

My two little stars by Ponypoetry, literature

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My two little stars

My two little stars Watch me from heaven Taken from, before I could say hello My tears filled the oceans My heart in agony My own life was going away As theirs were leaving Two little star Now watch me from heaven Their stories cut short My sorrow fills my mind to the brim So much time together All went away My two little stars That watch from heaven They change my life Now and forever Please wait for me outside the gates So can be a family,like it was suppose to be

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About ScRamb1ed

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Sep 4
United States
Deviant for 11 years
She / Her

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Hello, strange person who decided to read my profile! Have I ever told you I love you? No? Well, you're here now, might as well say it before you run away. Love ya! Anyway, in case you still haven't figured it out, I'm an odd person. I have no plan for what I'm going to do here, so don't be surprised if I do poetry one day and attempt to write a comic the next. I don't know what you'd call me. A wanderer? A hobbyist? A newb? I don't know. Maybe I should just let you come up with the names so I can just sit back and eat them for breakfast.

Bye for now,
Emily

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Paramore

Favourite Games

Harvest Moon, Legend of Zelda

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3ds

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Singing

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ScRamb1ed

May 11, 2013

Challenge thingy

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A few months ago, ~Chlosno (https://www.deviantart.com/chlosno) tagged me for this challenge thing. And I'm finally doing it. 1. What was your dream last night? I have no idea. Maybe it had cookies. Maybe it was a lovely dream. Maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe I  saved the world. DANG IT, I NEED TO START REMEMBERING MY DREAMS. 2. If you had to get a tattoo or a finger cut off which one would you choice? And if the tattoo what would it be of? I happen to like my fingers, so I'd probably go with a tattoo. Said tattoo would be a bunch of shooting stars arranged in a random pattern on my forearm. 3. What label do you think you are? According to some lovely children I met y