Shwaah

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an intrinsic demise by bubblemoth, literature

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an intrinsic demise

have you ever felt me choke in the moon slipped night when i can't seem to catch my breath wheezing and, perhaps maybe; paper lace ribs that expand, contract (i'm always okay but you're always afraid) and contracts written in direst secrecy between me, you, and a thing we like to have you ever seen a person drown paper lace lungs contract, contract written in salted oceans as i watch the last bit of oxygen leave (they can't seem to catch their breath) caught in deathly silence secrecy death visits them and maybe death will have you ever felt a person burn felt the fires of heretic sarcophagi skin lit up, sardonyx like and i can't seem to ca

Sestina for Virgo by bubblemoth, literature

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Sestina for Virgo

Our dearest queen alights there, proud Virgo. Smiling upon us, our sweet mother Protects us from the world of shedded blood She looks with sad eyes to the sparkling stars, Glittering fortune-tellers that court the moon She cries them tears of broken emerald. Outside her men battle with bodies of brittle emerald That crack and crumble despite our revered Virgo. They kill by the sun and cry by the moon. Men call out for the embrace of their jaded mother In desperate hope they join their hands and pray to the stars For the next day will surely reveal their blood. Sweet flowers will grow from soldier's spilled blood With lilac petals that sprou

unless by bubblemoth, literature

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unless

When it's all over When your fate is set Will you remember looking Over barren land with regret Will you remember my words Bleeding other people's blood Will you remember one word Unless When you're hated and hiding Renounced by those Who brought you to power Will you perchance disclose My unless Now the ground is dead And the sky is black. The curious visit you And never come back. Will you remember the sun When you're stained in their blood? Will you remember one word Unless Unless Unless.

gunfire echoes. by bubblemoth, literature

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gunfire echoes.

it permeates the very land we stand on. the rat-at-tat-tat of machine guns the slick click and tick of the lock in time with the clock tick tock bang. how to justify war? why take lives for lives for lives for lives for lives for lives? 'such a waste' to see men lying gutted in the fields drowning in blood and bile missing eyes arms ears legs tongues heads bodies used for camouflage rancid corpses become a safe new skin gas froths the mouth rolls the eyes corrupts the lungs blue blooded g

- by bubblemoth, literature

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-

i remember going to the strand pale months ago in the moon milked mornings of early summer, salty ocean smell and the taste of exertion dread. rising sun at 6 a.m. reflected the sea into cream swans of clouds that were all aflutter circling the gulls as they tracked our catch. you with red lips too vibrant for such a skinny face, lips like fish blood and soggy tulips, too red for a boy like you, seventeen me too tall, shoulders too skinny to be thirty five, how they questioned paternity. i always laughed. we weren’t used to the sun white skin and sharp hips; neither of us were seafaring men. we burned bright bloody sunsets

summer by bubblemoth, literature

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summer

sometimes i used to think of what it would be like to be held by you or touched by you the day was getting tired and i was too my fingers were stiff and turning purple yours were warm and pink and i thought itd be nice to warm up with our hands intertwined passive romantic gestures wherein petty jealousy doesn't interfere we could link together i remember lying in quiet cold with you how soft you were how we all breathed together it was soothing and perfect i think i could've done more made something but then couldn't we all make something out of assumed nothing be creators of love

painting by bubblemoth, literature

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painting

i remember you painting as a child brush too thick with colored paints harsh lines that rose and wafted imagination it seems like days ago i watched you paint me with cold caffeine, using your fingers sculpting coffee ring eyes that flowed into carved nose and mouth pale like corpse flesh, yet rosy accents to cheeks and chest you painted on me next i your canvas muscles tired and aching, alabaster and snowflakes you gave me orange wings broken clocks, shoulderblades rising in time with hands, red crows flew from spine to chest and landed right on my half empty heart paint smeared with sweat you kept painting my face into a sk

roses by bubblemoth, literature

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roses

your hips with angles sharp as thorns to fit you. eyes that never sleep gray circles i would paint out with a trembling hand, a whispered chiding, softly biding my time, sweetened cries, that rise into the air and melt the stars beat them at their own illustrious game hushing, corrosive fingers that bite my flesh sear your sight deep into my mind hot and wanton, pale lips parted, panting smells of roses on your skin, sweet charcoal smudge bruises that contrast frosted faces my heart races, your mouth slips up into a smile, my dear rosebud child.

About Shwaah

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Deviant for 13 years

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Current Residence: England.
Favourite genre of music: Video games, liquid DnB and 8-bit/chiptune.
Operating System: Windows 7.
MP3 player of choice: iPod Shuffle.
Shell of choice: Blue Koopa.
Wallpaper of choice: Usually something I made.
Favourite cartoon character: Randy Marsh.
Personal Quote: Time you enjoy wasting isn't wasted time.

Favourite Movies

Pirates of the Caribbean

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Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Daft Punk

Favourite Games

Team Fortress 2

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64, PC, 360

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Gaming

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Shwaah

Jan 22, 2012

Craig, son.

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Which South Park Character Are You? Stan: [ ] Your favourite colour is blue. [x] You have an older sister. [ ] Your dad has an interesting job. [ ] You think school's ok because you get to see your friends. [x] You like to think you're kind and compassionate. [ ] You're vegetarian. [/] You're likeable and outgoing. [x] You have a girlfriend/boyfriend. [x] You have blue eyes. [ ] You like sports. Total: 4.5 Kyle: [ ] Your favorite color is green. [ ] You have a younger brother. [ ] You're relatively well-off financially. [x] You're pretty intelligent. [x] You have a deep, philosophical, love to question things. [ ] You stand

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Shwaah

May 3, 2011

be less empty, page.

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so, my dA is pretty empty, thus bubblemoth (https://www.deviantart.com/bubblemoth) made me do this. enjoy? Onion Meme: LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE - Name: lé shwaah! - Eye Color: blue/green I guess? - Hair Style/Color: brown, no style, just awesome. - Clothing style: birthday suit 24/7 ...but in all seriousness, just plain clothes. - Best physical feature: my face, according to mah cyanrawr. LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE - Your fears: dying in my sleep, drowning... uh. not sure. - Your guilty pleasure: I have no idea. - Your biggest pet peeve: religion! - Your ambitions for the future: ...be happy? fuck knows what else. LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS - Your first thoughts waki