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Ocean Side Hysteria
Sea-salt filled air has always burned my lungs
Yet I tip-toe at the edge of the cascades
Digging my toes into the burning hot sand
And breathing in the crashing ocean waves
There's a bit of sadistic pleasure in the pain
Hysteria embedding itself into the mainstream
Telling us what to love, where to go, how to feel
Trading precious reality for a continuous daydream
Is there anybody who wants to be true to themselves
When there more adventurous, exciting people to be
If everyone loves it then it must be worth something
And it's essential that it's  important to me 
The ocean is one of those elegant jewels 
That captivates the minds of everyone who sees it
But a few days in and all I have is a sun-burn
And there is nothing I want to do more than leave it 
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Raindrop

Am
A Raindrop
Passionately
Falling

Down
                Down
                     
                                      Down

                                                    
                                                                  &
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Dead Air
Trivial wisps of minute-TV shows
Storing the deafening static in my brain
Insecurities I've never thought about
Surging forward and clinging like static 
Trying to find the remote to my head
"Turn it off!"
But there's no off button 
Just constant ringing pushing borders
Cheesy songs replaying over and over
Thoughts becoming a non-stop train
Sound building inside my skull
There are no brakes to be found
"Just make it stop! Just make it stop!"
But no one can stop your head
Medication becomes void
A wavering signal lost with distance 
Everyone who can help is asleep 
Suffer alone like a helpless tragedy
A broken radio that never silences
But changes from channel to channel 
Noise ever-present and always transforming
Then suddenly a wire misfires
System malfunction and utter depletion
Body spasm and a single turn-
Radio silence fills your brain
Dead Air, a lapse in the program
And you close your eyes for sleep at last
Then suddenly a wire
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Conflagration
Stacking my past mistakes underneath my heart
Using them as kindling to your pleasure
Lighting a match and igniting the pile
Sadistically you watch me burn and burn and burn
The smoke is choking me
I can't breathe
But you watch silently 
Contemplating how you can twist my heart
While it's still molting hot and malleable. 
You want to become my wielder. 
Someone who can shape my heart into whatever they please
Because it suits them
And I'm expendable
I'm just a dumb, naive poet who trusts too easily. 
(But I really thought I could trust you.)
Watching the flames burn my spirit black
Re-gave myself a new purpose 
Why do I stay when I know you're lying?
Why do I whisper reassurances into your ear
when you whisper regrets in mine? 
No more
I am my own forge 
No one may touch my heart but me and God
And you are no God. 
Trickster, liar, abuser, leave this place
I gave you room in my heart too long
No more
Let the flames rise up 
My soul can withs
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one-minute friendships
It was a type of friendship that lasted for a minute

            sixty seconds
                             slowly ticking  
                                             away on 
                                                       the clock

It's influence would never leave the library room
            two people
                         opening up 
                                 
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Contrition
"You never speak anymore"
Maybe because I have nothing to say
Maybe because you stole my words from my lungs
Ripping out all prospect of kindness
Stealing all chance of laughter
Maybe because each time I open my small mouth
I'm interrupted and scorned for it. 
Nothing I say can placate you
So sorry.
I'm not who you thought I was. 
Potential wasted, typing lonely at a keyboard
Thinking of how it all went wrong
Where you went wrong
Where I went wrong
Apathy can't even describe the emptiness I feel
As I pass your face in the hallway
I'll keep walking even though you call my name
Because there's nothing left to say. 
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Empty Conversations
Star-lit promises were made
Yet empty conversations fill the air
Clinging onto hope
I dance the dance with anticipation    
Looking for a genuine gem
But, darling you aren't really there
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Lie to Me
Lie to me
Because the truth is something
My heart cannot handle
Lie to me
Honesty is half-baked truths anyways
So it's no different
Lie to me
Since it is all I've ever known 
And all you've ever done. 
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Letting Him Go
I didn't have a chance from the start. 
I knew that. 
Yet still...I fell...I fell hard
Because my heart couldn't get the memo. 
So here I watch you go. 
And go. 
And go. 
To someone else's arms
While I wait by the sidelines
Wishing you were mine. 
You were dibbed off-limits 
I knew it. 
Everyone's in love with you. 
But while sunflowers stretch out for the sun
They never reach it.
Reach it. 
Reach you. 
And I know that I'm just 
A friend you say "Hi" to
Only every now and then
Fate is playing a twisted game 
I know now. 
Running into you everywhere
I can't leave the house anymore
Without seeing you with her
With her
Not me.
And how do I keep seeing you
We live in a giant city 
Yet it's impossible to forget you. 
I'm going to let you go. 
I know that
It will be hard and exhausting
But I can't give you my heart
Knowing I'll never be good enough
Good enough
Perfect enough
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A Writer's Doubts
The pen seems to pour out my heart
Exposing my soul for all to see
Flinging caution to the wind
With the words "Just do it" on my lips
Letting the world see my art
The 'world' being a select few
Because I'd rather cause a reaction
Than for millions of views
I want to make someone smile
To read my stories and cry
But I'm afraid someone will read 
My pulsing heart on paper
And not feel a thing. 
Walk on and forget 
What I've written 
Fear grips my being because I feel-
I'm a writer body and soul
Like nothing else can apply to me
That being a writer isn't an occupation
It's a way of living
And without the words 
Running through me 
I couldn't ever breath
I would suffocate 
Being someone I am not. 
Forced to wear mask after mask
Because it's not practical. 
And it deeply 
Scares me
My words mean nothing 
Is what I'm afraid one day
Someone will actually buck up and say
Because I've known for a while
I'm a fading voice drifting on 
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Fading Voices
Small
My voice is small
Hardly anyone hears it
Do you hear it at all?
Soft
My words are soft
They're filled with love
So why do you scoff? 
Sore
My throat is sore
Heartless conversations
That we've had before? 
Sober
My mouth is sober
Pour drinks in the drain
Is it really ever over? 
Surrender
My tongue surrenders
I can't ever be heard
Have I no defender? 
Silent
My voice is...
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I Got You
Let my lips be your alcohol
Your new irresistible addiction
Let my kisses be your drugs
So you never run out of substance
 If you ever relapse
Wipe it clean in my embrace
Take it slow
Take it slow
Don't be afraid to fall
I got you. 
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Apathetic Hearts
Never will it happen
But yet
I still wish
That we would
All love
Each other
Support
One another
And love every
Single lost
Damaged soul
Hate runs the
Show though
Shoving spiteful
Spotlights
Upon friends
And family
Tearing away
At each other
I wish
Some days
I didn't have
Two eyes
To see you
Kill
Your brothers
And sisters
So mercilessly
And have no
Power
To stop you
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Accidental Witchcraft
I regret ever peeking
In that accursed book
Shame fills my mind
For even taking a look
A single spell I tried
For jokes and laughs
I muttered an incantation
I wish to take back
She fell dead that night
The reaper did lurk
Never would I have done it
If I thought it would work
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Whispers
Willow tree whispers
Secrets upon my young ears
Lost in the soft wind
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A Day Younger
Never have I been
afraid to work
From the beginning
I tried my best
doing all I could
trying to amount
to something
Anything
And I tried
I really, really tried
Yesterday was important
to the both of us
I was enthusiastic
to help
But I messed
everything up
I was a day
younger
I'm wiser now
Now I know
that if it gets
to be too much
It's okay to slow
down and pay
close attention
To be accurate
And to ask for
assistance
Stop trying to prove
yourself
You're enough
Don't suffer
quietly because of
pride
I did but
I was a day
younger
I'm wiser now
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A little less conversation
"I wrote a poem."
That's gay.
"Some insult."
You want to be a girl?
"Nope. Just myself."
Can't feel what's in your pants?
"More so than you, apparently."
Jeez, you could calm down, savage.
"Don't you want to be able to say that to yourself?
Say what, numbnuts?
"I wrote a poem."
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Little Blue Eyed Beauty
There's a little blue eyed beauty
That did so much for me
But if she heard me say it
She'd probably disagree
Just a couple of months
And it was over so quick
But from the start
I heard the clock tick
Our first kiss
Was essentially our last
But she helped
Put me in front of my past
We both needed rebounds
And there was the lure
But within midnight conversations
She became more than a cure
But I never got the chance
To express gratitude
Before some things
Got misconstrued
And I hope I helped
Shine a small light
During late hours
Of such a dark night
And to the little blue eyed beauty
That did so much for me:
I wish you well
I hope you're happy
P. Payne
May 13, 2017
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You've Won
You play your game
And that's just fine
But when I say you've won
Darling just know I'm done
You made your stance clear
Not even just once or twice
And though not obligated
I'll still be nice
But don't expect
Me to wait for your call
When back to me
You start to crawl
Because for three months
That's been the case
I gave it a fair shot
But I want a change of pace
So play your game
It bothers me none
I stopped playing
Congrats, you've won
P. Payne
May 16, 2017
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P L E A S E
Little boy
Stop it
You sit there lost in thoughts
Of suicide and self harm
Stop building walls
I can see straight through
If I wanted to
I could break them down
Maybe next time
Don't make them out of glass
I know you're hurt
I can see that
I want to help you
And I know I can't
It's up to you
I see you fighting
With all those demons
You're cut and bleeding
You're losing oxygen
You're blacking out
Here let me help
I'll take you here
And heal you up
It's the best I can do
I'm sorry about this
I have to send you back
You have to fight
You'll get better soon
But don't sit there
Lost in thought
That's when they attack
They kick you while you're down
Stand up
Fight
Beat them all
I know you can
Look at that one
That you just killed
So there may be more
Don't be discouraged
Look at what you've accomplished
Look at the demons that have been slain
You can do it
I believe in you
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the easy way out(ta them)
not knowing themself
they glanced over
to indulge in
that pickled honeycomb
vision of arcane.
Who fluffs the
cotton in the
air threatening to
dry the lungs
of the innocent
glamour, who's blind
and always mute.
It's a cliché but
stalking heat of
truth that they
fight with each
glance their way.
To beckon forth
the siren who'll
silence them eternally
will save face.
they're scared to love.
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Two Face
Sweet words
That's all I hear from you
Well at least to my face
When my back turns
You go and talk to others
Acting like I will never hear it
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fertilizing daffodils
seize the day before
the day breaks and in turn
breaks you,
leaves you in tiny shattered fragments and
buries you beneath the ground in
cozy ornament boxes,
ribbon-wrapped like
the worst Christmas present of their lives
(the first without is always the hardest)
but remembering just keeps you from
moving on,
keeps you broken,
tearing open
stitches before
they can heal and forget
history -
leave nothing of it.
forget what it tasted like and
how it felt on your fingertips and
who taught it to you.
forget how you made it,
how it made you,
because you haven't made it
and you never will if
you don't let go
don't let it
mold you like
oven-baked clay, shattered
before you dried.
but maybe
you should let it break you.
don't even try for a clean break or to salvage the
bigger pieces of you left behind,
let it leave you microscopic.
and when you recollect yourself, keep only the pieces
that you want and
bury all the rest in the dirt, not six feet -
10, 20, dig as deep as you can and abandon yours
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(broad)cast the shadows over me
i saw you on fox news and
your name in the headline numbed my brain until
i wasn't even sure if my eyes and my mind were
seeing the same thing
anymore.
this is my fault my fault all my f a ult
i let you settle on an active fault-line when i knew
very well it was time for an
earthquake because
i could feel the seismic waves rushing
beneath my feet and i did nothing to stop you from
leaping over the widening chasm just before
it swallowed you whole
of course i'm making metaphors, is this disrespectful would you rather me not i'm not sure anymore
you said you never liked my poems but she said you secretly did and i wonder if you could read all the i love yous
i crammed between the lines of the ones written about you (oh wait, that was all of them)
little sly fox,
you were quick but not quick enough to outrun
the sunset.
the light casted shadows in your mind but
when the horizon brought day to its demise on a
new moon night you were left with
nothing at all but
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fiberglass hearts
once upon a time things were
easy, but we don't remember
that far back anymore.
we were all children coloring with
broken crayons and gluing our hands
together in class and talking
when we weren't supposed to, and
it was so easy because
even when reprimanded we could find
joy in little things.
then when we turned 13
they told us things would change and
we wouldn't feel anything (the same way) anymore, so
they took us to a factory and
taught us how to assemble fiberglass jars for our
fragile growing hearts
(expanding and contracting to the beat of our own
jagged rhythms, we used to be proud of them even with their scars but
they told us nobody would like us for who we are so we
learned to hide it).
our hearts started fires at 14 and
by the time we were finishing high school
they were burning holes in their cases but
we just kept patching it up with this
fiber insulation because
that's all we were ever taught to do -
conceal
cover-up
pretend one day it would be enough and maybe
we'd cool
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Tell me
Tell me about Love.
Tell me about Life.
Answer me, Speak.
But who will respond?
For none know what lies beyond;
What lies at the peak.
Accept this I cannot
Answers are what I seek
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Passed Me By
I guess at the time
I forgot where I was going
I got sidetracked
Distracted by something shiny
But nothing real
So lost in the moment
In the desperation to be young
I realised too late
That's not who I was meant to be
I want to go back
Back to my solitude 
When I was content
 
But time only goes one way
I remember now where I want to go
Only now it is too far off
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lost on a one-way road
the highway to hell
is standing room
only
(better get up quick,
     or you’ll be trampled)

but we just keep
falling down
  down and down
     again and again,
tying a noose
around our own necks
and following
the will-o-wisp to
kingdom come.
i never wanted any part of this,
i just wanted to understand, but
what i didn’t understand
is that to understand,
you have to be a part of it,
you have to be in it, you have to
become it and then you are as lost
as the boy you were trying to save
(he helped me fit my noose,
     by tying it to his, and i let him)

the highway to hell is
standing room only
(and i don’t know
     if i could get up again)
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self portrait
i always loved reading
so it only followed that
i would write,
write with the words i
loved so well and try
to say beautiful things.
i could never say
anything as beautiful as
trees, or swift as rivers,
soaring as eagles
(as deep and shining
     as a human soul)

lord knows i tried.
for a while,
a long while, before
the words spilled out
of me i drew, but i
could never be as
good as the real thing there
either.
i still feel like
the words are closer
(the canvas of my mind is brighter than ever before,
     but the world seems so dim)
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how to appear human.
i.
begin by picking up
the pieces of yourself that didn't
make it through last night.
stack them carefully.
don't bother with glue.
ii.
stretch your tired skin tightly
over the cracks in your mind.
if it tears, go back to bed.
they say sleep is healing.
iii.
when your skin is settled,
frame it with curls. dress it in
galaxies to match your
black-hole eyes.
if you cannot secure galaxies,
the ocean will do.
iv.
paint your skin with
warm colors to cover your
icy porcelain bones.
be sure to remember the tip of your nose
and the worst of your fissures.
v.
do not allow your face
to move when you are done.
if your smile is unconvincing,
accent your eyes. most people
cannot tell they are empty.
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dead ringer.
You're the best kind of
     rigor mortis
I ever had, the kind that will
  never
     come
        back.
Ring that bell all you want —
I'll never hear you.
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Piper C. Wrenn
Artist | Student | Literature
United States
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allan Poe

I'm Piper! I'm 18 and am practicing my writing in hopes to get better. I dream of one day writing professionally. Any feedback on any of my work is always appreciated!

I also have other work posted on Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/user/PiperCWre…
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Since I started planning my series (about a year ago) I've come up with everything in the middle and the end. But I'm still stuck on the beginning. It either comes out as if I'm just trying to pour too much information on the reader or just plain boring?

Here's my question, what do you think makes a good beginning? What makes a bad beginning? What do you want from the first chapter of a book? 
Sea-salt filled air has always burned my lungs
Yet I tip-toe at the edge of the cascades
Digging my toes into the burning hot sand
And breathing in the crashing ocean waves

There's a bit of sadistic pleasure in the pain
Hysteria embedding itself into the mainstream
Telling us what to love, where to go, how to feel
Trading precious reality for a continuous daydream

Is there anybody who wants to be true to themselves
When there more adventurous, exciting people to be
If everyone loves it then it must be worth something
And it's essential that it's  important to me 

The ocean is one of those elegant jewels 
That captivates the minds of everyone who sees it
But a few days in and all I have is a sun-burn
And there is nothing I want to do more than leave it 


Am
A Raindrop
Passionately
Falling


Down

                Down
                     
                                      Down

                                                    
                                                                    Hitting the ground
                                                                  With
                                                                    A 

                                                                   S                            H
                                                                   P                  S
                                                                    L      A

                                                                    Then disappearing without a 

                                                                                                                         t  r   a   c   e

Trivial wisps of minute-TV shows
Storing the deafening static in my brain
Insecurities I've never thought about
Surging forward and clinging like static 
Trying to find the remote to my head
"Turn it off!"
But there's no off button 
Just constant ringing pushing borders
Cheesy songs replaying over and over
Thoughts becoming a non-stop train
Sound building inside my skull
There are no brakes to be found
"Just make it stop! Just make it stop!"
But no one can stop your head
Medication becomes void
A wavering signal lost with distance 
Everyone who can help is asleep 
Suffer alone like a helpless tragedy
A broken radio that never silences
But changes from channel to channel 
Noise ever-present and always transforming
Then suddenly a wire misfires
System malfunction and utter depletion
Body spasm and a single turn-

Radio silence fills your brain
Dead Air, a lapse in the program
And you close your eyes for sleep at last

Then suddenly a wire misfires
And the radio powers back on
Sleep lost forever to the numbing chatter




Dead Air
Insomnia hit me bad again last night. I've gotten better. (Haven't had that bad of an episode in a few months.) But none of my medication was working and my thoughts were driving me insane. 
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Stacking my past mistakes underneath my heart
Using them as kindling to your pleasure
Lighting a match and igniting the pile
Sadistically you watch me burn and burn and burn
The smoke is choking me
I can't breathe
But you watch silently 
Contemplating how you can twist my heart
While it's still molting hot and malleable. 
You want to become my wielder. 
Someone who can shape my heart into whatever they please
Because it suits them
And I'm expendable
I'm just a dumb, naive poet who trusts too easily. 
(But I really thought I could trust you.)

Watching the flames burn my spirit black
Re-gave myself a new purpose 
Why do I stay when I know you're lying?
Why do I whisper reassurances into your ear
when you whisper regrets in mine? 
No more
I am my own forge 
No one may touch my heart but me and God
And you are no God. 
Trickster, liar, abuser, leave this place
I gave you room in my heart too long
No more
Let the flames rise up 
My soul can withstand the heat
I've shielded you from the blaze forever
Let the fire consume your heart
And make it a conflagration
So your heart will be just as black and charred as your spirit. 


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PeriodicFable Featured By Owner May 12, 2017   Writer
Thank you so much for the favourite! La la la la 
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SandWren Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  New Deviant Student Writer
Thank you so much for the watch! I am a dummy! 
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PeriodicFable Featured By Owner May 12, 2017   Writer
But of course, I'm shocked I didn't before! Darn fingers not pressing the right buttons :D
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ForgeAus Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
A (belated) thanks for the Favs if I didn't do so before... 
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SandWren Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2017  New Deviant Student Writer
You're welcome! I like your work. ^^
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JCSolis01 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave!
I hope you enjoyed my poem.
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SandWren Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2017  New Deviant Student Writer
You're welcome! I always enjoy your work. 
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Caz-Smiles Featured By Owner Edited Apr 13, 2017  New Deviant Professional Writer
 Thank you for that.

You made my day a lot better..
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SandWren Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2017  New Deviant Student Writer
You're welcome!

Your work was a joy to read. I hope you keep on writing. : ) 
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XxSkullcandy713xX Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2017  Student Writer
Hi there! Thank you for joining :iconxx-book-worms-xx: I'm so glad you decided to become a part of our group! I hope you enjoy your stay with us, if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me ^^

:bulletgreen: Please look at this -> fav.me/db2i8tb for information on folders :bulletgreen:

Have fun and enjoy your stay with us at Xx-Book-Worms-xX :D
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