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angel lounges in the dip of my right collarbone
devil dances on my left shoulder

and the ruins of the world continue to crumble

but angel sings louder than the devil chants 
for the first time since the dawn of the thousand lifetimes I've already livedTodos los derechos reservados

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Moth de DArenson

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Wings To The World de ThatWinterGirl1505

They said heaven was the right kind of crowded, and dusty, and soft. They said it would smell of roses and clouds, they said it would melt every part of my body into one. They called heaven beautiful, they called it enough. They said the glass in heaven's windows would be thick, coloured, and like a lens through which you saw the world. They said I would be a being of light, they called the writings we were to make beautiful. The people that said this spent millennia trying to chase the feeling of sweet tenderness, but they chased it in things that were never meant to be more than sculptures and scriptures. They didn't say heaven would feel so... homely.

Amore. de nhiamare

This is a series of short stories, poems and thoughts I've written over the years, compiled into this collection. Most of these were written years ago. Some I've written as early as this year (2025). The purpose of this volume is to feel. Feel everything as though you are the main character experiencing each emotion expressed through my writing. These are written through my perspective as a woman, but please let this resonate with you regardless of your identity. Please vote, comment, like and share. Thank you! - nhiamare

PROFOUND SINS de profoundsins96199

"Your kisses taste like 'I love yous' But Your 'I love yous' are all lies; " "For love, for death and for the fear of losing what we had, we ruined our kindness in the most unloving way. Each night, before laying your head in my arms you whispered rusty tales of gentle kisses and hard punches on our bathroom wall. Now, I feel you on my torn sheet that sings me your lost songs." "It has been crazy, dodging away your poems that bleeds colourless paint. But how can I recite them to my heart that relapses on your words like snorting cocaine." ▪ POEMS ▪ SHORT STORIES ▪ ARTICLES Ranked #22 in Poetry!

The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition de AckermanArtist

Ash stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the lighter repeatedly as it goes out had it in my head that'd be us inhale the poison your scent it's toxic yet everywhere hold it in least I did that part right never took a moment of you for granted exhale the best as the smoke leaves I realise you did too like it's the first time all over again close my dreary eyes and repeat it all over again Book 1: https://www.wattpad.com/story/171509098-the-devil%27s-love-ridden-abuse-poetry

The Cold Things de Illuminae75

I made a deal with the devil, and now I pay rent in hell.

paracosm-delusional nightmares de paracosmic_being

{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there, yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. ✦✦✦ {all rights reserved || ©2021, ashe} {published on may 30, 2021} {cover designed by @paracosmic_being} {peace \/}

The Diary of Me de lyssagibson

I have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.

The Gift Of Love de Zoe_oxox

"I never thought that it would end up like that.. We were one soul.. We were in love.. And now what.. We are just an old story in each others memory.. Everyone went in another way.. Another world we can't get each other in. Your thoughts differ than mine.. We returned in to two souls every soul is trying to forget.. Maybe you forgot me and I'm just a memory for you now But for me you're more than such a memory.. You're the love of my life that I won't find it again.. You're my life, every beautiful memory is with you and only you.. Why did you leave me in the time that I needed you? You've broken me into pieces and I didn't think that you would do that.. You were too much pure to do that."

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 de thestrawberrypoet

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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.