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Jessica Clayson

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Truth? by shorty433, literature

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Truth?

Everything you think you want then when you finally have me realize how green grass was and then I get you to secede. No fool to games of lust we build walls of iron ore when we think they're finally down we just build a couple more. Knowing we both mean well just leads to bigger walls can we last a little longer until a few of them really fall? We can not see the future but we feel it in our bones Hold me tightly sweetheart tomorrow we wake alone.

Okay? by shorty433, literature

The Words by shorty433, literature

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The Words

All of the words to say swirl inside my mind, smashing into sentences and rip apart again. All of the great words I've read and hummed along to toss and turn in the wrinkled blankets of my brain. Playing hide and seek under the covers, the little words giggle well into the night. At times the words are kind, they dance from my lips or fingers and pose like supermodels for all to admire. Often though, the words are bad. Clinging to the inside of my skull, they dig their nails in deep and scream at me to let them be. Each word is unique with a personality all its own.

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Mother by shorty433, literature

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Mother

Wake up in the dark of night to strangers in my head turns out you cling to life as I'm called from my bed. You seem to have forgotten your daughters in their room and how we always love you even when you use the broom Bruises and the screaming are two different kinds of pain I can lie about the physical but the latter makes me feign No matter how you hate yourself I think I'll always hate you more For the little you find to love the more of you I tend to adore.

Train Hopping by shorty433, literature

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Train Hopping

Shriek of the whistle Vibration of the tracks I'm hopping this old train I ain't never comin' back. Across the whole country or just the next town over no destinations planned just far from my lover The wind on my face will dry my wet eyes the cool steel boxcar will never tell me lies The coal fire smoke will air out my mind I'm hopping this old train and leaving it all behind

The Cellmate by shorty433, literature

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The Cellmate

You just want to sleep and she won't shut up. She goes up and down, round and round, but always back to the same old thing... the unknown. Every move she makes, like thunder in this hellish concrete room. Tossing and turning, she shivers and kicks from the cold. Her coarse uniform scratching, hissing against the rough vinyl pad "they" call a mattress. Her only comforts... a blanket small and scratchy, a pillow made from balled up sheets reeking of bleach and inmates, the few sporadic fits of sleep that end in waking nightmares. When she sa

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Procrastinate by shorty433, literature

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Procrastinate

I see it has fallen into someone else's hands yet again. I can't supply the required accommodations in due time. I turn my back and someone else takes my place. Maybe I know everything's better this way. Maybe I can't bare to face myself and possible failure, so I'll just keep letting things slip out of my grasp. Too tired to fight, I'll slump into a front row seat, unable to fully break myself away from the scene. I long to be like the natural ones, like my peers. The standing ovation will never be for me. I doubt very much if it ever could have been. I'll clap for you all, as I fade into the crowd.

finality by shorty433, literature

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finality

The last blip before the flatline The final second in day's time The second joker in the deck The tire screech before the wreck Where do we go from here from the edge of possibility Wander into the darkness with the hint of transparency The final life flash before death The drowner's last watery breath The circus tents all torn down The six foot hole in the ground Where did you go from here Imaginations running freely Sharpest blades cutting close Red wine ever flowing freely.

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Reincarnation by shorty433, literature

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Reincarnation

Sarah's theory about the link between phobias and past lives was coming to a climax. She decided that extreme measures needed to be taken, as she climbed out onto her neighbors' roof. It was a bit of a let down when only her own short life flashed before her eyes, as she fell through the air. It was an even greater disappointment as she slammed onto the concrete, missing the pool by 2 inches. Moments later, in the hospital down the street, Jeremiah was born. As the doctor held him high for all to see, an intense fear passed through him. He wanted nothing more than to be put down safely in his mother's arms.

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United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: St. Paul, MN
Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams, photosynthetique
Favourite style of art: I like sketchy drawings myself, I suck at it but I love looking. :)
Operating System: whatever I happen to be using
MP3 player of choice: blah...ipod.
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Dooby Doo!!
Personal Quote: Cheers!

Favourite Visual Artist

By default I have to say Michael Turner, but I'm learning new ones everyday.

Favourite Movies

Payback, I <3 Huckabees, Pulp Fiction, Singles, etc.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Alkaline Trio, Tool, Perfect Circle, NIN, Rancid, almost anything really.

Favourite Writers

Douglas Adams, William S. Burroughs, Hunter S. Thompson, Poe, Jon Krakauer...

Favourite Games

WoW, Super Mario Brothers 1, Mario Cart

Tools of the Trade

compy, camera, or pen and paper.

Other Interests

Writing, movies, art, photography, being with friends

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shorty433

Feb 10, 2010

S.O.B. story

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You son of a bitch. Actually, I take that back, I like your mother now... The moments that we shared, that you fucking talked and I fucking listened... I realize now that you were telling me what you thought I wanted to hear.  I didn't, by the way.  I never wanted you to tell me why you were the way that you were.  I accepted it.  Like a champ I might add. Even down to the Radiohead song that you told me made you think of me, was in hindsight just an out for you. (Don't think I didn't notice, Honey.)  So romantic and yet you only stuck with me until there were others.  I just wanted you to be you.  I guess that was always too much.  Now I

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shorty433

May 11, 2009

Find A Penny...

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I always throw pennies on the ground when I leave a store.  I always wonder if anyone picks them up and has a good day.  I feel like I found a penny today, no particular reason to be happy, many reasons not to be actually.  Nonetheless, I feel all coppery and shiny inside! :)

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Apr 4, 2008

Off my chest

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I feel like I use this site for too much venting.  I get really sad at times thinking that if people read this that don't know me you don't get to see how silly I really am!  I was reading The Onion tonight and daydreaming of writing for them and thinking about how depressing everything that I write in my spare time is.  I hope to start showing more of my fun side to anyone who reads my stuff, but mostly to myself because in the end that is really the only person that should completely matter.  I need a life change, I need to make the leap, open my dusty wings, and fly into a literary sky which has no bounds.  Please help me on this flight if