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Be Honest With Yourself by melegram, literature

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Be Honest With Yourself

I want to look towards the day that I will fit together, that my skin will feel like lace over bones, soft in appearance, but nowhere near delicate. I want there to be thread through the holes and staples and tape secured to the broken bits. Maybe I'll be able to keep my head high and my hips attached. Maybe I won't be alone. Maybe I won't be last. I won't quit, no matter how hard it gets. Right now, yes, I don't know where tomorrow is. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. But there's a dream fluttering between these broken fingers. There's a smile behind the chips in my lips. I am coming back to a land that never sleeps, where no

I Call Myself Names by melegram, literature

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I Call Myself Names

"You have got to stop thinking about yourself negatively. It isn't healthy." He said after another day of sleeping, eyes flashing bright and blue in the dark room like a were-cat's -- wide as flying saucers; knowledge never-ending; bound to my kiss. There was a frown upon his lips, and it pulled at my clothes and struck my heart like an iron gong. I had originally wanted to glower at him begrudgingly, all the while shaking my head. But his unrelenting determination has left cracks in me. So instead that night I gaped at him, thinking wistfully - temptation to hope seeping throughout me - and it was warm and fil

The World Is Not An Osyster by melegram, literature

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The World Is Not An Osyster

When you say kind words, your tongue folds over, clotting with your saliva, for your heart's gone insane from the isolation. If you could, you would scream at them over and over, poison them with the same accursed thoughts, tear them down in ways from which they will never recover from. After eleven years of torture, you're itching to be the bully, to be that shadowy presence keeping them from succumbing to sleep until the following morning. You want to peel back their eyelids, smack them around a bit, whisper that they are nothing until they finally believe it. You are tired of standing on the edge, knife at your throat, e

One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts by melegram, literature

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One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts

Today beats into me a million lines, a billion lies. stretches my fingers over spider webs in makeshift cat's cradle; caves in my lips. sound of tearing, ripping. heart tipping over. die, die, crying. lungs filling, screaming, hair loose, pulling. time caught; I'm graveling. Thoughts store bought. just broken dynamite, up against the wall. spine scraping down the hinges; fiddling with strands of hair, did you know it's all falling apart? It's all falling apart now, my darling! spit in each corner. eyes too grey. can't amount to anything -- can't even behave, fighting for balance. forgetting the repercussi

Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today by melegram, literature

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Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today

I guide my hand over the silver pool, each ring a fortune, but which ones ring true? My feet are full of splinters, and twigs stick out of my hair, and the world is deathly afraid of my affairs. I guide my hand over the silver pool, fingers in my sleeve, and blue eyes cruel. My identity quakes, my heartbeat spikes, and the muscles in my back contract and come closer together and contract like a little lost bird wanting to take flight. Drip, drip, goes the metallic water. Bump-de-bump, be still my aching heart. A deer stands there watching me from the far side of the pond. He bows his head to me - so handsome with his antlers - and I sm

Writer's Insomnia by melegram, literature

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Writer's Insomnia

Insomnia chipping away at my eyes, my ears, like a shroud impossible to see through. Fingers in ink, ships floating, anchors sinking, then being dragged into the heart of the sea. Toes slip through the sand slowly, engraved into the mind that I can't swim. Thoughts a weight on my poorly-structured body. Eyes falling, closing, marveling when opened. Lips curled, lips falling, lips whispering something self-acclaimed. Heat in the air, heat in my cheeks. Snow a weight on my poorly-structured body. Needles that prick with each part of the story. Ink in my heart. I'm drowning. But my boat keeps sailing hom

Silence Is Pain by melegram, literature

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Silence Is Pain

I hate the frost, the oil on the leaves, the moisture in the air and on my cheeks. Pen to paper, paper to pen, tears in the paper, the words expand. And silence is kept. And I wonder, oh I wonder, are we there yet? Heart beating, beating, but only when he has the defibrillator in hand. Love, thy ink on my palms and stalagmites cutting apart my skin. Rain as black, black as my ink. And the silence, oh the silence is kept. And it is numbing. Numbing all my pain...

Spell Book Of Failures by melegram, literature

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Spell Book Of Failures

I scrawl my hieroglyphics onto walls with broken fingers, timid nerves, and a rusty nail; heart tapping to the beat of threaded water. I am a shadow creeping around corners. I am lonely, so lonely, but I have to put on a brave face and smile like I truly believe that everything's okay and that the love of one person is as powerful as the hate or indifference of everyone else. Why is it that the most talkative people make me feel so silent? So insignificant? Even when my dreams and our future are so close, my body feels an unsatisfying cold. I don't feel so well. Even when he say

Storybooks by melegram, literature

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Storybooks

I am the dropped stone eating out of your hand, face tinged blue and eyes stark black. I carry my burdens under your skin. I smile, skin bubbling, tears toxic. I run, scrape up my knees, drink up the ink. I cry, cry for all my narcotic fantasies, dreams gone on by. I'll never catch the wind, never fly. My hair will go unbrushed and I'll tuck the blankets underneath my chin; stalagmites itching. I'll be blue as forget-me-not's. You'll only remember my sins. And it's devastating to know who you are and what you do causes me to seethe and long to wring your neck. I can't understand why you would choose to love

I Am Batgirl by melegram, literature

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I Am Batgirl

In the day time, I am claustrophobic; at night I am well-written. The ink simmers in my pen, as catastrophic as the smile that comes with it, and the tides in my eyes roll and bend, but I suffer through it; an aching in the stitches, palpitations in my heart, bones lying too still, and spine a Petri dish for sores. At night, I am the queen in her element -- a sky diver soaring over mountains. In my dreams, I am unstoppable; in my life, I'm powerless. On paper, I need only be worried my words will be worded wrong, that they will be forgotten. I can carry on without the past, the future, or the present.

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Be Honest With Yourself by melegram, literature

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Be Honest With Yourself

I Call Myself Names by melegram, literature

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I Call Myself Names

The World Is Not An Osyster by melegram, literature

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The World Is Not An Osyster

One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts by melegram, literature

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One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts

Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today by melegram, literature

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Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today

Writer's Insomnia by melegram, literature

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Writer's Insomnia

Silence Is Pain by melegram, literature

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Silence Is Pain

Spell Book Of Failures by melegram, literature

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Spell Book Of Failures

Storybooks by melegram, literature

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Storybooks

I Am Batgirl by melegram, literature

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I Am Batgirl

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May 4
United States
Deviant for 11 years
She / Her

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- I'm a novice fiction writer who happens to be extremely shy in social situations; whether online or in real life. Nonetheless, I will try my best to do my part in the community. I'll try to piece my poems together as beautifully as possible for my audience to enjoy :)

- I've been writing for my own pleasure since I was eight. I don't think I'm anywhere near being professional, however. It's kind of sad, actually...

- Most of the work I plan on posting here on dA will be poetry/prose, although there will be the occasional short story. -

- I plan on publishing a book someday, but I know that I first have to do my research and further develop my skills. It's a long road to get where I want to be, but I have faith that I'm going to make it <3

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melegram

May 6, 2016

Seriously, this needs to be a thing: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/dreadlocks/ghost-theory-a-serious-take-on-paranormal-research

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melegram

Dec 7, 2014

Blah blah! No one gives a crap -__-

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    Hi! Um...I don't like sharing who I am usually, but I just need to rant a little. I'm sorry to whoever has the misfortune of reading this. I just really wish I wasn't me right now. It's not okay. It's not okay at all, and that, everyone (I'd say my friends but I'm hardly close to anyone on here, and part of me chooses to remain that way, for reasons you'll soon come to acknowledge), is something I've fought endless years to let go of -- that thought that it would be okay and that I could one day feel what it's like to be greedy with my happiness.    Spoiler: it's never happened.    It has been a decade and in all that time this ungodl

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melegram

Oct 17, 2014

I'm okay...(maybe)

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Hello my peeps :heart: Not quite sure what to say. I suppose things are getting better. That's what my fiance tells me anyway...uhm... Things happening? Well, I'm looking at jobs, writing, reading, the.....usual... Just trying to find myself and will myself to be happy (whatever that means... -__-), basically...yeah ^^; Nanowrimo's coming around the corner. Should be fun... So...how are you guys all doing?