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a particular inclination for cosmic disturbances by StoicGriffin, literature

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a particular inclination for cosmic disturbances

i. no, no he is angry and his oceans are raging and she cannot stop the water from overwhelming her fire and she has never seen him this angry and she would be afraid if she weren't proud of the progress he has made. ii. he is disgusted by your name, your presence. he wishes to remove every goddamn inch of you from his skin, scrub your name off of his heart because he is so goddamn tired of hurting. iii. and she is afraid to let him because without a person to devote his attention and affection to he becomes lost and it's the type of lost that she can't fix. and oh, oh she loathes you with a passion but she would rather he remained fixed in

death is the space between his heartbeat by StoicGriffin, literature

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death is the space between his heartbeat

i. she has spent so much time howling at the moon that she isn't sure what the sun looks like, anymore, and her heartbeat has stuttered to a standstill in her chest and she is neither here nor there, not dead or alive but she is everything in-between and people wonder why her favorite color was grey. ii. in truth she speaks now only to those she deems worthy of her words. elongated conversations and more than two words, be them verbal or text, requires an amount of willpower that is growing smaller each day and she wants to ask for help but she's already used up her allotted slots of words for the day and come the morn she will have forgotte

Ancient History by StoicGriffin, literature

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Ancient History

i. Your lips tasted like sin and your eyes set fire to my soul, You brought me to my knees without an ounce of effort. You still do. ii. You do not wield her power, yet I found myself baring my soul and the vulnerability still has me shaking and weak - Candle light and smoke. Your voice is enough to make me want to cast my soul into the river Styx. iii. Your hips pressing into mine, hair tickling my nose - Oh, I claimed you in as primal a way as I knew, marked you so that even your boyfriend knew you were mine and you let me, you let me, You let me. I don't think I was ever an angel. I love causing pain too much. iv. We will never be

praetorian by StoicGriffin, literature

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praetorian

and you were like the sun, a warm breeze in winter - your light shined on my dreary soul and you took my hand and showed me that, you are worth more. and i could lay down on my hands and knees and praise God for making you - galaxies have collapsed and somehow i met you and i would give every collapsed star if it meant being able to hold you. and you were like the moon, you calmed my anxious fire and soothed the (self-inflicted) burns on my heart and i am not sure that your work will last but for now it has made me stop hurting. and you are a warrior, your tongue is sharper than any sword and i have once been on the edge of it but now yo

collapsing stars (remembrance of September) by StoicGriffin, literature

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collapsing stars (remembrance of September)

You held me in your arms, skin marked with my teeth and I swore that we were moving forward. I looked into your eyes and told myself that this time, this time would be different. I'm not sure who I was trying to fool - history has proven that a black hole and a collapsing star will merely speed the destruction of one another. We have been drifting but there is something different - the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result; I guess that makes us insane, then. I don't know if we will survive this, but, I am glad that your fingers gripped mine - even if it was only for a transi

more beautiful for having been broken by StoicGriffin, literature

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more beautiful for having been broken

it seems impossible that he has only walked this earth for nineteen years because his soul is weary and his shoulders bent and spine cracked. he is the beat down son of ares and somewhere in his wandering for another lost soul to save he found you - your voice called to him like a siren song, like a lost muse and your touch has him shivering and you are the daughter of apollo and the sun shines from your heart but he can see the cracks in your armor, too. he is holding out his hand and begs you to please, let him carry your burdens. only atlas should have shoulders as weary as yours. and you promise that, one day you will, but your hand i

threnody by StoicGriffin, literature

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threnody

i. she was standing in the ocean, salt water licking at her throat and you you were a beacon in the darkness, a quiet echo of hope in the silence. ii. she must have been a mermaid in a past life because swimming felt more natural than walking and you swore that one day you'd lose her to the ocean. uou were right. iii. she was never found but traces of her remained, a scrap of her shirt, the lingering scent of rosemary and cedarwood and ocean. iv. and then it was you, standing in the ocean, saltwater licking at your throat like a desperate lover and your tears were the only gift you knew how to give and when you fell to y

i'm trying to understand by StoicGriffin, literature

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i'm trying to understand

people ask why i don't just sleep earlier but i can't explain that my mind is restless until it hears your voice melodic, low, a soothing ocean brushing across my heart as though it was the shore and - god i want to be your moon, the force that pushes pulls tears you apart and places you back together with raindrop fingertips and my shoulders are weary my heart tired but i would give up every hour if it meant hearing the sound of your voice one more time.

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a particular inclination for cosmic disturbances by StoicGriffin, literature

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a particular inclination for cosmic disturbances

death is the space between his heartbeat by StoicGriffin, literature

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death is the space between his heartbeat

Ancient History by StoicGriffin, literature

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Ancient History

praetorian by StoicGriffin, literature

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praetorian

collapsing stars (remembrance of September) by StoicGriffin, literature

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collapsing stars (remembrance of September)

more beautiful for having been broken by StoicGriffin, literature

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more beautiful for having been broken

threnody by StoicGriffin, literature

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threnody

i'm trying to understand by StoicGriffin, literature

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i'm trying to understand

I love you when you're on your knees by StoicGriffin, literature

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Feature #1 - The Library of Nefertari by Breath-of-Nefertari, journal

Feature #1 - The Library of Nefertari

Jul 17, 2014

Hello, and welcome to the first feature of "The Library of Nefertari." Here, you will mainly discover works of literature which contain strong segments of imagery and emotion. Written pieces that permit the utmost beauty and power, to say the least. Though I may add some inspiring visual art, as well. (: So without further ado, I present to you these lovely works! Feel free to show the artists your support by giving them a , comment, or even a .

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Jul 21, 2014

my head isn't the only thing that hurts.

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So I'm sitting in the dark getting drunk and I'm not even happy because of the fucking alcohol and I'm not sure what's wrong but I'm not sure what's right either. I'm so fucking upset and frustrated but I don't know how to explain all of this to anyone but her but she's majority of the goddamn problem. I want to scream. I want to punch something. I want to cry. I want to express myself but I'm so used to repressing, inhale exhale - move on and address it never that I don't know how to open up when I'm not pushed but she's too busy with him and whether or not she wants to admit it she's still in love with him and I can't even find it in me t

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Jul 16, 2014

Devious Journal Entry

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 So today has, in all, sucked ass. In all honesty it's not that I didn't this coming because a part of me was ready for the inevitable fall but, God, it hurt nevertheless and something about this was the last straw for me. Just because she decides she's done doesn't mean I can just stop loving her - it doesn't mean I can just brush the hurt aside because it does fucking hurt. And what hurts the most is that she didn't have the decency to sit down and tell me that she'd changed her mind or realized that she was done or something. To leave a fucking poem for me to find was cruel and I'm tired of being hurt and led on and I'm tired of letting m

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