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Realizing our Greatest Flaws by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Realizing our Greatest Flaws

The worst feeling in the world Is the realization That we are no longer children. When we were young We spent our nights Hiding from the monsters under our beds. We feared the vampires Whose sharp fangs tore us apart Only to drink red from our veins. We were terrified of the zombie Devouring our minds and only wanting more. Who use to be like us But no longer can reach humanity, living in isolation. We were afraid of the dark, As it consumes us and our understanding Concealing what might be there. What we feared was there. Ghosts haunted our past And goblins filled us with fright. We hid under our covers, And tried to escape from What we cou

A Terrifying Realization of Everlasting Heartbreak by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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A Terrifying Realization of Everlasting Heartbreak

Love is terrifying. I am afraid of looking into someones eyes And seeing a future. How lovely it would be To hold out your hand and not be afraid of falling down. To not be afraid of loosing yourself And then watching them leave with everything you loved. I have never loved myself, Or felt content when I looked in the mirror. So the day he walks out that door, I do not think that my feet will stay planted. I do not think my legs will stand strong, Or my eyes look ahead, Or my heart stay complete. Because being in love is giving someone your heart And trusting them to keep it close. Love is falling and praying they will catch you. And I do not

Blind Love by BitterSweetNerd, literature

Broken or Unbroken by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Broken or Unbroken

I'm afraid of the day he learns to love himself. For the day he looks down at his wrists and sees the stars For the day where he opens his mind and breaks down these bars For the day his scars reveal the golden interior. I'm terrified of the day he sees his worth. The day where his eyes shine like silver And his heart beats in time to the marching of his feet I'm afraid of the day he sees how beautiful he is For that is the day he leaves me

Depressing Thoughts Are All I Know by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Depressing Thoughts Are All I Know

I want it to stop. The pain in my chest I mean. When I close my eyes I don't want to open them again When I open my eyes I want to go. I'm hoping for it to end Because my bones are shaking And the end is dawning And I don't like it. I should have something to live for. I'm probably being dramatic. Taking the broken and crumbling it to dust. I'm probably being crazy With my wicked thought and my shrouded smiles. I'm probably being stupid With these ideas touched by cigarette ash. I'm delusional, hallucinating my own fate But I'm alive. I want it to stop. Sitting here with a knot trapped in my fist is only pure delusion. But all the same This

New Ideas are Forming by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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New Ideas are Forming

Suddenly it’s hard to breathe. My heart is racing and it is becoming difficult to Speak. How can I do this? How do I do this? My heart won’t stop hurting My head won’t stop hurting. It’s hard to stop shaking To stop hurting. To stop loving. I’m so afraid of the future that I forget my past. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Their words are stinging and their actions are burning And I can’t understand their words. Their words are drowning in my mind In my bitter thoughts. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. To stop this aching And the breaking And the taking and oh how hard it is to stop Loving. I think

Expressions by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Expressions

I wish I were a better poet So I could tell you how I feel. Because these words get stuck in my throat And make my emotions unreal. I wish I were a better poet And these words came from me. Because when I think of you The words don’t come so easily. You twist words as if they are clay Create beauty from 26 letters. So how can I be good at this When I know you can do better? But for you I wish to type these thoughts down To try to truly show it. Because when you stop and smile at me I wish I were a better poet.

No Words by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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No Words

I cannot speak. My tongue is glued to my teeth and this stupid smile. My words won't form And I don't know how to breathe. Heart pounding a mile a minute And chest aching I cannot speak. You take these words from my mouth And you turn them into shaking fingers and blushing faces. I am tongue tied and heart twisted and falling. Falling. What do I do. With your perfect soul staring at me. How does speech work. How do I form the words off the tip of my tongue And let them roll down my side like rain. Typing feels like an eternity as I write this down. I don't know how words work because you take them away. And when our lips meet the world disapp

So this is what it is like to drown. by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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So this is what it is like to drown.

So this is what it is like to drown. To close your eyes and slowly suffocate, To hold your head underwater and feel like up is down Emotions seem to know no bounds. Your head is reeling. Worthless. Alone. Dead. Dying. Alone. Gone. Disappearing into a moment in time when you looked at your wrists and all you saw was nothing. When you stared at your reflection and all you felt was nothing. When the numbness inside became more than nothing, when it become broken. The strands that held us together no more, And our eyes no longer have life. Dying, Dead. Nothing Worthless. Nothing. Breathe in, Breathe out. Hold on to what you consider sanity And

Broken Mirrors and Flawed Protection by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Broken Mirrors and Flawed Protection

Over time we learn to hate ourselves. We search for flaws in a cracked bathroom mirror These reflections are not us They are our demons. We look and look for our very flaw But aren’t we all creations? Aren’t we all perfect because of our imperfections? Why must we search for satisfaction and acceptance from a broken idea? I have learned from experience that skinny is acceptable. That having curves and having a flat stomach is more important than having a soul. I learned from the social norms and the magazines that I am flawed. But I am myself. Am I not good enough for you? Am I not what you look for when you search for sexual fant

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Realizing our Greatest Flaws by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Realizing our Greatest Flaws

A Terrifying Realization of Everlasting Heartbreak by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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A Terrifying Realization of Everlasting Heartbreak

Blind Love by BitterSweetNerd, literature

Broken or Unbroken by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Broken or Unbroken

Depressing Thoughts Are All I Know by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Depressing Thoughts Are All I Know

New Ideas are Forming by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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New Ideas are Forming

Expressions by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Expressions

No Words by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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No Words

So this is what it is like to drown. by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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So this is what it is like to drown.

Broken Mirrors and Flawed Protection by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Broken Mirrors and Flawed Protection

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Happy holidays from deviantART! by Heidi, journal

Happy holidays from deviantART!

Dec 25, 2012

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA, Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh. Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care, In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there. The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads. And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light, Had just settled down to log-off for the night, When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter, Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter. To the browser window he flew like a flash, Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache. When what to his art-loving ey

How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings, literature

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How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself

When you see her cry you get a rag, a gentle delicate clothe lovingly grasp her hand and dab its tip to dry each tear as they come and ask each drop why it'd leave such beautiful eyes. If she wishes to be in the sky Tell her to go Take the sun ransom And replace it in the sky So you can see her every morning and plead for her To return each night. When you see her scars Both visible And non touch each gently like you might caress the broken wing Of a dove and remind her that for every hurt that she's survived has only made her that much more unique that much stronger. Show her that she is worthy of love That she deserves the love she

she is the precipice on which i stand by silverthorne-studios, literature

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she is the precipice on which i stand

sometimes i can see the tension in her smile. it's those long-night mornings where she's so spent she can't hardly walk straight and her image of a perfect life slips just enough that as she's tumbling into bed, in the moment before she passes out, she looks at me. through her exhaustion and her dazed feelings from pulling yet another all-nighter, she smiles. it's her smile she says is just for me because in that moment, in that smile, she has let everything go. she won't admit to it, not even to me, but she's tired. not tired as in sleepy, but tired as

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Broken Mirrors and Flawed Protection by BitterSweetNerd, literature

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Broken Mirrors and Flawed Protection

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Artist // Student // Literature

Oct 28
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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Hi, my name is Caitie! I love to sing, dance, act and write. On this I will probably post some of my poems, my songs, and every now and then some abstract art. I hope you like my work, and thank you!

Tumblr: no-time-no-space-justme.tumblr.com

youtube: youtube.com/user/ktstrawberryz

Favourite Visual Artist

David Hockney

Favourite Movies

Pixar & Disney

Favourite TV Shows

Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Starkid, Imagine Dragons, Maria and the Diamonds, Kansas

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, Shiver, Percy Jackson

Favourite Writers

JK Rowling

Favourite Games

COD WW3,

Favourite Gaming Platform

XBOX 360

Tools of the Trade

My experinces, and emotions mostly.

Other Interests

Singing, dancing, acting, Tumblr

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BitterSweetNerd

Nov 7, 2013

Goodbye for a while

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Okay, so lately I've been getting really distracted because of social media websites, so I will not be on any of my social media sites (facebook, tumblr, deviantart, ect) for a looong time. If you want to contact me please try and reach me by my phone (If you don't have my number just ask me irl or maybe message me (I still have email which I need for school) so yeah okay bye internet ily

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BitterSweetNerd

Apr 21, 2013

An idea

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So, I write these.... things when I... I guess when an emotion is strong. WHat I write about is not always exactly what I'm feeling, and is usually dramatized (of course.) But... I sort of like them, but I'm nervous you guys will judge me if I post them. Truthfully they are sort of personal, but they are basically stories/poetry. If you guys want, I can post them. So... tell me what you think... it's just an idea but I think you guys might enjoy it. Also, I'm reading this REALLY good Johnlock fanfiction called A Finger Slip. It's teenlock, AU College and is all done over texts. Heres the link, and you should read it if you ship this couple.

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BitterSweetNerd

Feb 10, 2013

.....What the hell am I doing.

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So... I can't believe I'm doing this.... I'm posting a link of me singing the song, of which I just posted the lyrics to, called not you. :O WHAT?! I know! Truthfully, this is a very emotional song for me, so I just felt... lyrics were not 't going to be enough. So... here! Only people with the link can view it, but I just... I felt like I needed to post this. Enjoy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4ALdgiahaI&feature=youtu.be .... Why the hell am I posting this!? I don't know... just please don't be rude I guess...