i killed him all right. i walked up
behind him and i stabbed him
between his thoracic cage and i
watched him seize the ground
like he was kissing his mother.
i watched him bleed for a few minutes
and i watched him beg and i watched him
cry and i watched him struggle when he
tried to crawl and i watched him dance his
failing breaths as they left his lips. i also
watched his sight fade to blackness when
i stuck the knife into his throat.
i told them it was self-defense, and they believed me.
iv. footsteps ring louder by thistlewood, literature
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iv. footsteps ring louder
it was calming, the silence. it didn't
seem to last very long, but it was calming
still to sit across from the woman and
watch her reaction. she looked almost
like she wanted to open her mouth and ask
me something else, but she kept her posture
and she didn't say word. i scraped some dirt
off the side of the shoe and said, "you don't
have any other questions."
her eyes were like fire. "would you mind
if i ask a few more?" i got the impression
she still recognized me as a child, and this
was the mistake i knew she was doomed
to repeat over and over, no matter how many
times my answers set her straight. it was like
american histo
iii. the man was suicidal by thistlewood, literature
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iii. the man was suicidal
something country was playing
in the back of my head. it was
coming from the speakers behind the cell,
and i couldn't shut it off. hicks versing
about "lovin' highways" and "cruisin' sigh ways"
drove me to kick one of the bars with my
shoe until it felt like breaking off, but finally
the song changed
to more country.
i'd been staying at the station for
two days at that point, keeping low in the holding cell
until they could contact my uncle or something.
they were going to put in the protection
of child services, but i told them that if they
did that i would run away, or jump off a bridge, onto
thick, jagged rocks, to my death,
i rode home from school
on my bike but i wrecked
and crashed into this kid who
started crying. i told him to shut up
but he wouldn't so i hit him until he stood
up and ran away.
i laughed at him but i had to
hurry back home. just before i put my
bike away my mom called to me. she said
i needed to take out the trash so
i threw the sack in the can. our cat was gnawing
at my pants, so i picked her up
and put her in there too. i laughed as i closed the lid.
i watched the next morning
as the trash guy came by and
tossed the can in the back
of his truck. i listened as i heard
the cat meowing just before the
compactor crushed it.
A Proposal and the Gothicism by thistlewood, literature
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A Proposal and the Gothicism
Hello,
My name is Arthur and I write this now as my manifesto... or rather, my plea to the citizens of this fine community. Though many find it to be what others deem worthy to identify it as a manifesto, I would choose not to use this term as, in truth, its basic, more inauthentic dealings with other scribers have since prompted the term itself to be rendered meaningless; therefore, as the whole purpose of this request is to warm the reader and stimulate open-mindedness, I ask that you not read it as a manifesto but rather my hearts passage through deviantART.
I shall start with our coming here. I, and Redmond, came here with one tas
little werdie terdies maek faces
shaped like apple droppins toppin
monkey poppins that alweys forget to say oops
moer of them speak butt speech
in my holes but thru cages
so my knife cant punctuer ther souls
leaving me to douse ther mouths
with whitey souths
ugley cracker
my back is eaating
hair from teh top of my head.
it hurts and bleeds but my mind
keeps saying that i'm dead.
death feels like life
except there is no sun.
and every tiem i turn
i say where is everyone?
i play teh piano, short titel by thistlewood, literature
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i play teh piano, short titel
i play teh piano
but not with my fingers
it herts sometimes
but its werth it as long
as i make myself cry
i showed my mom
one time but she just
laffed at me so i
kept doing it even tho
she kept laffing
now i just show myself
when i play the piano
but not with my fingers
it makes me remember
teh times when all i had
were keys
darkness here darkness ther
i lissen to my suol but no oens ther
it wasnt time befoer i came
but now its hard to see my naem
teh darkness haerd my werds in tiem
but now i waet and weep in rhyem
foer my lord and his folowers hav coem to gather
dagger doesnt rhyme but if it did i wuold dagger
gothicism is teh werd
on my tounge
its teh song teh dead
oens hav died and sung
i start to eat my arm
but becuase i dont
teh gothicism starts
to faest becuase i wont
its teh raeson we all start to dance
its teh raeson taht our laffs enhaence
i haet it and i loev it because tahts teh way
and every tiem we die and we liev agein taht day
string me loose like chocolate
stabbing butterflies dripping
with 8 tiny eyes as i look
for anoethr rock to shine
me teeth with
throw awey yur
childreen to do tehm
teh favor of not seeing
my braver soul monkey
rip away ther nose
here i am agein to sey
tell me yur secrets or begin to pay
i will stael yur fingers
and all of yur toes
and yu will regret ever
having a nose
i sey tihs once
and no moer tiems
tell me yur secrets
and give me yur rhymes
i will not ask agein
i will not hesitate
tell me yur secrets
or it will be to laet
emptyness and shallow souls
frendleyness and hallow goals
my blank lens
yur unused pens
it all herts inside these holes
laffing times down long halls
blood and tounges lick teh walls
her ugly eyes
his littel prize
i fly out teh window with my balls
The Story of the Rose
The Stars were out
The moon was bright
And in the meadow they slept...
~From the book of MerThePoet~
The Brier and the Rose
The Brier and Rose had been friends since as far back as they could remember. They had many memories together and you could never find one without the other. They laughed and played and constantly had fun. Rose was beautiful. She was so white; the picture of perfection. Small and dainty, gentle, kind, and sweet as can be. Brier was just the opposite. He was large and had many thorns. He was tough and could be mean, but he was never so while Rose was around. And she was aro
Poke`merc
Prologue
The young girl ran through the forest trying to escape her pursuer. The pidgets all flew in a panic as she ran through them the echo of a sweet melody flowed through the forest around her eyes and mind were still under the effects of the foxs confuse ray and wasnt sure if she was even heading in the right direction. As she turned the corner she recognized the song and shuttered at the sound of it. Her mind was full of determination as she soon stopped and focused. She then quickly turned and threw several darts behind her and then watched as the Ninetales jump from its hiding spot and soon her train o
my back is eaating
hair from teh top of my head.
it hurts and bleeds but my mind
keeps saying that i'm dead.
death feels like life
except there is no sun.
and every tiem i turn
i say where is everyone?
Current Residence: why? Favourite genre of music: cant yu gueess? Favourite photographer: o'han lol lon. Favourite style of art: o'hanlon. waet. lol Favourite cartoon character: albert wessker. Personal Quote: 'don't run from me.'
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contest is over now so no more submissions. we will announce winners on friday. good luck everyone!
this wasnt goth. you still fail to understend teh gothicism and becuase of this you make me laffo even harder. for some reason you nongoth posers think hot topic is goth. guess what THIS AINT GOTH. teh gothicism is about whats inside you and what teh gothicism allows your to live such as teh powers you develeop and teh strong urges of gothic natures (eg teh control of ones own gothic realiety).
i understend you cant accept this truth but that doesnt mean you have to lie and hide from teh gothicism just becuase your afraid. and also if
you all aint goth your gonna hav to accept this some time. if you dont wanna accept it then let me know and i will probly just be sure to add your name to teh list of nongoths you got it? do not fuck with teh gothicism.
oh and teh contest is almost up. your submisions must be entered by july 28th!11 thats a tuesday okies? get it done!
now fuck off nongoths. dont test my pateince or you cuold end up on teh list.