Breaking-The-Girl

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Disinclination by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Disinclination

Am I adverse to some happiness? Am I afraid now to smile? Am I so sure that I'll fall to the floor, That my instincts say, 'Now! Run a mile.' Am I quite sure that it's working. Am I convinced this is right? Am I devout in my wavering doubt, Or is this why I can't sleep at night. Am I immune to their staring? Am I prepared as they vent? Am I inclined to say what's on my mind, Or shall I just take a chance and relent? Do I believe your intentions, Are as pure as you would indicate. Or am just waiting and thus hesitating, To end this before it's too late.

Dead on the floor by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Dead on the floor

I am smiling, but it means nothing. That wonder has gone from my soul. I'm living each day like a robot. Going through motions but not feeling whole. I'm working, but not for my own ends. I'm trying so hard to keep up. I'm hiding just how I am dying. And how all that I haves' not enough. I'm acting like everything's normal. I'm helping them get through their day. But ask me if I want some assistance. And I will send you on your way. I'm hoping this feeling will end soon. And things just go back as before. But if you ever have trouble locating me. I'm most likely dead on the floor.

De Amicitia by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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De Amicitia

Suddenly it's very real, Excrutiating loss. Sorrow like bereavement, Counting up the cost. Dressing up and dressing down, How we faked our laughter. Tell me again why you were there, Such a becautiful disaster. Listening then to them confess, Never judging, what a mess. Hoping for some empathy, None forthcoming, dim-witted me. No more obtuse, midnight trysts. One who loves, One slits his writs. One pretends they've mutual diversions. One who shocks with strange perversions. One so twisted, he'll never mend, One who never was a friend. One so bitter…..but weren't they all. As we roamed the hallowed Hall.

Help me. by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Help me.

Bring it back, just bring it back, That wonderful elation. That came from merely seeing your name, Or simple conversation. I cannot stand this heavy heart, Though I know it will pass. These days are bleak, I want them gone, Before my heart returns to glass. Ice corrupts the edges. Puck rears his ugly head. I want to laugh and grin again. Not wish that I were dead. My fetid veins pulsating, With anger, hurt and spite. Something….please….get me through this, And show me I was right.

Stumbelina's Back. by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Stumbelina's Back.

Tempted then to run away, Not sure if it's right. Is it worth the trepidation? To have peace of mind each night. Barriers are back in place, No chance they're coming down. If you are looking for mind meld, You're in the wrong part of town. Stumbelina's back in charge, This time she's staying put. She only opens up her mouth, So that she can change foot. No man is an Island, But this girl is for sure. No point in trying to reach her now, You'll only be ignored. No matter what she shows you, It will not be what's real. Her faith once broken hard to mend. It's just the way she feels.

A Summer Dream by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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My decision - Why does it hurt by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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My decision - Why does it hurt

I've been having a little trouble Getting over you I've tried sleepless nights, Cheap Red Wine, The messed up things I do. If I'd had any inclination Of where your talents lay I'd have turned around before I came And been better off that way It's like looking through a window pane With glass all full of cracks Staring at the blue above I see it staring back. I've thought endlessly about the end And all the things we said And this constant inability To purge you from my head I'm not saying that I want you back Nor do I want you gone All I want is to exist Without you being the one.

My fool on the hill. by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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My fool on the hill.

Afraid and alone sat my fool on the hill No end to his questions, he's asking them still Tormentor Tormented for that is my will For he is completely alone. With quivering heartbeat he looks to the skies Aeons of torture will dance in his eyes But none of this world will heed to his cries For he is completely alone. With mind in such torment, he falls to his knees Nobody will hearken to his angst ridden pleas He cries out for mercy to earth, wind and trees For his completely alone. "Take me then Satan," my fool meekly offers. "I have enough sinners so why should I bother?" Wander eternity void of another For you are completely

James by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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James

The sky was crying softly when I heard you'd gone away Everyone was sorry then, but what else could they say No one there could understand, when we were only friends That I stood there clutching broken heart That pain will never end So I stood there on the edge of time I tried to take it in Another soul was skyward bound A new life must begin All the things I wish I'd said Like shadows in my mind Keep telling me at every chance We have so little time.

Even Angels Fall by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Even Angels Fall

Moon fell from the sky – you were gone Nothing left to make me carry on You could have told me you would end it all But sometimes …. Sometimes …. Even Angels fall. If I had been there on your darkest night Could I have done something to make it right Suddenly I feel so very small Sometimes … Sometimes…. Even Angels fall Now there is emptiness where there was pain Things surrounding me are not the same I tried to heal myself but SCREW IT ALL Sometimes …. Sometimes …. Even Angels fall.

Hour Ran Into Hour by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Hour Ran Into Hour

The night had gone, but daybreak would not follow. Yesterday, by some bittersweet alchemy, would merge with empty tomorrow And leave me void of reason to be. But then to waken and sense that you are there Too far away to touch Yet being touched by you constantly Beginning to let go feels like losing myself all over again But fleetingly I see some hope Which for now, is the first step to freedom

Fly me away. by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Fly me away.

Come and lay down by my side I know this could be our last goodnight Don't protect me with your lies Remember I can see your eyes It's not me that sees you leave Or wipes the tears upon her sleeve In fact my heart can't quite believe Just what happens when two souls deceive. As the daybreak filters through The curtains closed last night by you No one outside would have a clue Just what the pain of love can do

How Come by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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How Come

How come every love song Always starts the same You get someone getting helpless When they hear someone's name When the stars have fallen No more tears to cry You just lie there wondering How to live your life There may be heartache and tears in your eye Nothing ever comes of telling so many lies And if tomorrow the sun doesn't shine At least I'll know I've tried and maybe some day you'll be mine. Love takes no explaining What is there to say You could try forever But words get in the way There's only tomorrow Yesterday is pain What never was has ended And will never be again. There may be heartache and tears in your eye

I hope this passes soon by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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I hope this passes soon

I wish I didn't know you I wish we'd never met So bad this evening The worst I've had it yet Sometimes it's better when nobody knows your name Sitting underneath the moon again. Call it intuition Or maybe second sight I had a premonition Of the way I'd feel tonight One moment perfect but it never stays the same Sitting underneath the moon again I can hear you breathing I can feel your pain Not quite believing I'm leaving you again Should I tell you or just let you guess my name Sitting underneath the moon again

Screwed on Screwed Up by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Screwed on Screwed Up

Got my head screwed on – but my minds screwed up There's a crack in the pavement that looks a lot like my heart But you don't know because everything looks fine to you And all that's blue is my eyes There's a clock on the wall that eats away at my life And you can't see but I just feel it slip away And all that's red is my mind There's a picture I carry of people I once knew But one by one they disappear and fade away And all that's yellow is my nerve There's a longing inside me I know I can't fulfil Gradually I know this need will disappear And all that's left is black and white

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Disinclination by Breaking-The-Girl, literature

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Know Your Name by xancithus, literature

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Know Your Name

All my world belongs to you, I am yours, it's true, But they don't know your name. Life isn't worth it when your not here, I'd give anything for you to be near, But they don't know you name. I love you more then words can say, We'll be together forever someday, But they don't know your name. Sweet words you speak light the air, What others say I no longer care, But they don't know your name. Over and over you make me smile, So life no longer seems a trial, But they don't know your name. Nothing matters but my love for you, Someday they will know that too, But they don't know your name.

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When I am. by Breaking-The-Girl, visual art

When I am.

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 17 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming?
Favourite genre of music: Willing to give anything a go.
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Skin of choice: Insert annoying play on words here
Personal Quote: Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.

Favourite Visual Artist

Salvador Dali

Favourite Movies

Lost Boys

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Currently: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Foo Fighters & Green Day

Favourite Writers

Poet: Robert Frost. Writers: Adams, Pratchett, Eddings, Hobb, Feist, Goffman, Foucault.

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Life

Tools of the Trade

Brain - although not always possible.

Other Interests

Writing poetry and songs, playing guitar cavorting with Evil Genius's

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Breaking-The-Girl

Jul 19, 2010

Ummmmm....

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Anyone still here that I know?......

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Breaking-The-Girl

Aug 1, 2007

Ello

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Yes I am still alive, thank you for the email......... Hopefully submit again soon. Take it easy bloke!

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Breaking-The-Girl

Apr 25, 2007

Stumbles in an falls over...

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Hey :) Mood has improved slightly, but still having slightly murderous tendencies. :rage: Anyways. A 'friend' of mine is going away for a while soon and they just gave me a song to sort of 'remember' :roll: them by. Overly dramatic ;) but I love the song.not sure about the 'friend'  Some of you may have heard of the band, some of you may not be into this sort of breathy, girly lyrics, but if you get the chance to listen to something called 'Country Mile' by a band called 'Camera Obscura' give it a try :D Hopefully the poetry will get less angsty soon. Sooooooo...  ~ahiredgun (https://www.deviantart.com/ahiredgun)  *waves at Dylan* put this tag in his journal: