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About Me Member Wannabe Poet maniasdoor16/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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evamy name is eva.   
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 i am thirteen years young, and i'm a mess of paper cut skin and poorly applied makeup. i live in a house with a hole in the roof that gives me a view of the stars each night, and i converse with each and every one of them, for i've known them my whole life.  
 
-  in my spare time, i like to watch isaiah wait at the bus stop, cigarette dangling between his insect-leg fingers, and pray he won't notice. isaiah is the boy that i couldn't take my eyes off of since the day i first saw him in the schoolyard, writing obscenities over the paintings the younger children did of zoo animal eva
by ~maniasdoor
but on the night i die...
by ~maniasdoor
unsent letterdearest hewhoshallnotbenamed,   
the truth is, every single night i do clumsy pirouettes in my bedroom to your illegible handwriting, the poetry by you that i never got to read. i want to inhale you like stardust and bring you back to life whenever the tears gather on your long lashes as you remember the pain you experienced as a child. i want to burn your recollections like newspapers among firewood and help you to forget them.  [but only in a perfect world can that occur.]   
the truth is, i like to wear diamonds around my neck and pretend that you gave them to me under the stars beneath your bedroom window, and kis unsent letter
by ~maniasdoor
stained glass raini want you to kiss  the stained glass  raindrops off my  
face and save me  from the confines  of this room full  of kids worse than  
me.   
(i will never stop  loving you as long  as i live; even though  they told me not to.)   
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i can't read, for the words  become as empty and  
meaningless as braille to  my young eyes.   
nothing takes my mind  of the compliments you  
gave me, the dreams i  had of you under pale  skies; my bliss lost to  
a black hole.  
 
(why can't i be  
everything you li stained glass rain
by ~maniasdoor
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Today-Adreniline induced adventures  
And carefree love of life  
Ended like moths caught on fire  
Like lonely fluttering infernos  
[still stuck on ending dreams  
and waiting futures we don't have]  
 
I'm watching red and white cars  
Screech past like rabid animals  
As the sky falls in feathery torrents  
In shuddering gales of misled hope  
[there's no place to go  
when you got no place to be]  
 
You're watching lead flavored ballerinas  
Dance in dusty colored lights  
Spinning like broken wind-up toys  
Like slow twirling leaves caught on a wind  
[ Today-
by ~xxMyChemAnimexx
It's not sadI'm not sad, really. Just lost. And tragedy is what makes the most sense. So I cling to it and suck all the poison out until it burns through my eyes and turns my blood from red to blue. My heart pumps cold blood into broken veins. I pour black smoke into my brain instead of oxygen. It permeates the broken folds and seeps back out my skull. My parents say that ADHD means that my brain is folded wrong. It makes me think of people with twisted spines, how they lean to one side instead of standing straight up. My brain is crooked like a broken body; I look in the mirror and see a crippled girl with a back brace and wide green eyes. I look at chi It's not sad
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acid trip.
by =create-illusions
Home AgainI live in a place that was started by the trains, that is bound by the trains, and who is slowly ripping apart the tracks like a child picking at old scabs. Dirt becomes it, and old screen doors, and staggered steps across laden asphalt warpaint. Advancement has been discovered and marveled over, and the facade of the past is fraying, old strings on a tired mask. I live where the sick come to be taken elsewhere and the airplanes circle like impatient vultures, where the sky comes to be reflected off of roofs, not distinguishing between old and new. The walls here are like paper, placed in haste with a glue of unexpected rain and battered by t Home Again
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yet another theme challenge.

Tue May 26, 2009, 7:43 PM
  • Listening to: "my body is a cage" ~ arcade fire
01. letter - [link]
02. sticks and stones - [link]
03. birthday
04. immortal
05. circus
06. abandoned
07. nosebleed
08. mother [or father, or both]
09. sunrise
10. distraction
11. habit
12. fuck
13. love
14. waste
15. skinny
16. eyes
17. white noise
18. impulse
19. addiction
20. desecrate
21. death
22. low
23. heartbeat
24. first kiss
25. tomorrow
26. sweet
27. fog [or mist]
28. can't
29. village
30. time
31. forget

okay, update: i'm doing a lot better now. my uncle, who's staying with me and my family for a few days, and i had a decent talk and he kind of got me out of the funk i'm in. i apologize for writing such scary things. i'm not going to kill myself. because if i did, that would probably leave a lot of people on the internet very, very sad. especially those of you on here. thank you all so much for helping me through the shit times. i've just been too selfish to realize that deviantart is what's keeping me alive. iloveyouallendlessly.

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i don't write to be good at it. i write to keep from imploding and to stay sane. a certain boy that i'll never get over is the inspiration for the majority of my works. and by the way, i'm shannon. i'm sixteen. i live in spokane, washington and i can't wait to get the hell out of here and experience better things (if that even exists anymore.) i'm a very reclusive and anti-social girl, and you won't see me getting out much. i prefer reading, writing and spending hours on the computer to hanging out with people or participating in so-called "fun" activities. i'm not very well-liked and i don't really like a whole lot of people either. i tend to fall for the wrong people about 98% of the time.

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: an infestation of ignorance.
  • Interests: good books. poetry. the macabre.
  • Favourite movie: the tracey fragments. american beauty. donnie darko. edward scissorhands.
  • Favourite band or musician: jack off jill. bright eyes. marilyn manson. kimya dawson. nirvana.
  • Favourite genre of music: indie. riot-grrrl. rock. alternative.
  • Favourite artist: mark ryden. david firth. victoria frances.
  • Favourite poet or writer: sylvia plath. chuck palahniuk. ellen hopkins.
  • Favourite photographer: many people.
  • Favourite style of art: psychedelic. gothic. surreal.
  • MP3 player of choice: video ipod.
  • Favourite cartoon character: patrick star.

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~sadeyesbrokenglass Oct 29, 2009, 6:11:17 PM
for all of my old watchers who are looking at this:

i have a new account because i forgot the password to this one. you may watch me here:

- [link]

thanks!
<3
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~sinner564 Jul 19, 2009, 5:49:35 PM
For Maniasdoor's friends.

At this point in time she won't be able to get on her account. She's in a treatment center for the next few months. I'm her roommate right now so she asked me to inform you all that she's alive and will get on A.S.A.P
If you have questions or would like me to relay a message to here i'd be happy to do so.
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~NossyVG Aug 11, 2009, 12:25:13 AM
Is there a way to contact her?
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~sinner564 Aug 14, 2009, 9:39:08 PM
If you give me your E-mail or Phone number i can give it to her. or you can E-mail her at shannonm@tamarack.org
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=CornerstoneAscetic Jun 7, 2009, 10:44:41 PM
Did you know that a sincere smile activates muscles near your eyes but fake smiles don't? The real ones are called Duchenne smiles.

Duchenne smiles release chemicals into your brain which cheer you up.

Meditation also releases chemicals which have positive effects.

And supposedly, long term depression can cause brain damage. That's a fun one.

Just some things I've learned that seem to help me and motivate me.

--
Click one: [link] , *DailyDeviants, *helping-the-unknown, *DistinctLiterature, ~distinctpoetry, ~ArtistsForPeace, *DailyLitDeviations

"Could I have a glass of water?"
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~BeatingMyHeart May 29, 2009, 10:31:58 PM
thank you ever so much for the generous watch :heart:
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~lucidflux May 29, 2009, 4:48:20 PM
Hey, thanks for the fave! I'm glad you liked my piece. :D

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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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~maniasdoor May 29, 2009, 5:02:58 PM
no problem.
it was excellent.
:heart:
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