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it's 4amand my heart's still beating.}

we paused;
tying heart-strings with our scores set at zero.
folding our glove of black inked hearts;
we stopped lusting for kicks.

at 2.23 am, reality wasn't all it was made out to be.}

bottle-green thistles
thorned through your pupils;
dropping seconds of olive breath
as i sacrificed my lungs to feed
our envy--

hexing the charmed air
and bleaching the sky; a whitewash
deluge, with ivory petticoats
translucent amidst the haze;

my smoky half-moon crescents obscured
from your sight. blurring with spits
of earl-grey rubble dropping from our
forgotten eyes-- i step
away; lost into the distance

size zeroi drape my body into the water
and my bones float away from my skin.

hipbones jutting like icebergs,
the concave of my stomach drowning as
water cries down my waterfall-stoned ribs.
absolution ripples across stained wrists,
delicate kisses pawing clawless
as my heartbeat barely touches the water.
i wring my eyes and cobweb them shut,
clumsily stepping blind from the water.
my fingertips curl desperately
as i draw my nails down marble,
hounding artifice to smother my ruined body.
i meticulously fold and wrap the cloth
spinning a corset of crosshairs
that stifle my lungs of capacity,
and others eyes of realisation.
tears me

when i say i don't careit means i never stopped.

because when i fell for you, i
had pavements to break my
bones, and not my heart;
left destroying whilst you
choreographed the molten
tarmac to fall around my
body, and secure me so i
would be eternally
begging at your feet.

yet, when you're missing;
know that there is no one
else who misses you more.
but now my hands have
forgotten to feel, just in the
way your mouth has forgotten
to care, as i watch you
spill the same stained sentences
with smiles not thought for me.

and now; when you're calling,
i'll be staying quiet. and, forgive
me when i embrace you with
crossed arms using eyes which

before it's too late to startdear me;
i'd tell you to stop, but maybe being unfaithful to yourself is who you really are.
i'd tell you to tune into yourself and block out others, but maybe that's what made you stronger.
and, i'd tell you to please, just stop crying, before you're too old to learn how to smile.

but, nothing i can tell you now would change a thing;
and, in reality-
i'm glad.
i'm glad that we just sat back, whilst all around our life
developed; the modern twenty-first century, where we
depend on auto-pilot to guide us from a to b.

the simple journey from child to teenager.
{you'll learn fast that nothing is ever simple.}

we just got lost in

kaleidoscope eyesno matter what they say, i'm not beautiful.

i'm an elizabethan portrait with too much artistic licence; a glossy magazine print with a trigger-happy airbrusher. my heart's a spluttering engine with bruised gears and second-hand shock absorbers; with each move my dull heart's pinball is breaking inside. each morning soft heart pumps are coaxed mercilessly as i'm kicked into gear and jump-started because that's the only way i can bypass my mind and just breathe. my vision is caught between inverted traffic signals as red mist engulfs my sight, corroding beauty into a tarnished car boot antique. my green-tinted eyes scar with envy rather than w

how did it ever come to this?[tone]

'are you crying?
'i thought-'
'-what?'

[the line breaks]

'that we were-'
'-that we were what?'
'something more than-'
'-more than casual sex?'

[beat]

'you're perfect'
'for god's sake, please, stop saying that.'
'you're perfect. we could be perfect.

[breath]

but-
the last thing i wanted to do was hurt you.'

[silence]

'it's my fault.'
'how can you say-'
'i was standing there.

[beat]

i was watching, as you touched her more intimately than we ever did.'
'you-'
'-and it felt like everything stopped.
i forgot where i was, my body stopped and my breath stammered out of my lips and i didn't notice my friends hugging me

peppermint kisseslate at night,
when you're fast awake, yet dreaming,
i lay silently.
weaving secret smiles of relaxed memories,
of times that have
cruelly
passed us by;
of the tickling-touches
that embraced ice-cold skin,
of the chain-lace arms
that wound in safety,
and of breathless lungs echoing
heartbeats, shrouded within an empty cavity.
yet, finding surprises with each return
and painfully regretting
that your face has
untimely faded in my mind.

memories of our sweet-peppermint kisses
outside, in that arctic snow-storm;
way back when we thought kissing
through bitter winter air
would mean that we'd
sticktogetherforever,
like

fields of innocencedo you remember when you'd ask me to hold your hand for
you a little while, whilst you ran and collected clovers from
the overgrown field. remember when i didn't like the
dandelions, because the seeds flew away as you padded
your feet back to me, and i cried because they were gone
even before they were alive.

but you said that the seeds were sown and will
make hundreds more, and when we return twenty
years from now, they'll surround our happy lives
and will mop up my leaked tears. i said that you were
silly, and that they needn't mop my tears because
when i lay with you and make shapes with the clouds
i have no reason to eve

dear you, i've lost my minddear you
i'm sorry if my writing is illegible and it hurts
your perfect autumn-leaf eyes to decipher, but
my mind explodes across my page when i
think of you just for one second. if you love me
you can read past the smudges and blemishes,
like you do the battlefield of scars and imperfections
traced onto my icy skin. i love you more.
from me

dear you
when i saw the news this morning, i'd be
lying if i said i didn't think about you. hypnotised
by famine, tragedy and war, my ears were lost
whilst i dwelled over my burnt toast and lukewarm
coffee. i don't care what you say, but the weatherman
looks just like you. but he read

an end has a startmolten lies
and
m
  e
    l
  t
i
   n
  g
    cries

u
   n
      k
         n
            o
               w
                   n

to whom it may concerni have a complaint.
i didn't sign up to be the girl with the money-back guarantee. a no quibble returns policy if you're not happy within 30 days.
i also would like to know where, for the last five years, the love my horoscope so decadently proposed is. if he's coming any time soon, i would like to know if he will be bearing my savings account which i spent on one-pound-a-minute horoscope hotlines, and new patches for my make-do-and-mend heart.
i've taken to buying a new cat each time i have my heart broken. i'm currently at seven, but one of them is carrying a litter, so i'm expecting three more broken hearts by summertime.
i would also

aphroditeclambering lips tumble over each other like
little deer stumbling into the headlights, where
blushing cupid's bows snap shut at the slightest
whisper of a touch; as summer's broken blossom
whistles into moss, suicidal and free-falling at a
twist of the wind, dripping through honeyed-hands and
trickling down wrists. words nuzzle breath, the air
staved of acoustics that choreograph faces closer; watching as
quivering eyes thrust new-born hope, where
restless hearts knock beneath a web of ribs,
screaming silently as bodies are poured into the
stitches of aphrodite's venomo(us) fly-trap.

we only join in protestwe're crumbling to corruption.}

we're strangers; falling into convoy and
declaring in our drones as we stamp
through pot-holed streets. scribbling
on placards words from paper
napkins and brick walls, defacing
road markings with our nation's
hypocrisy. where the only truth
is etched onto cigarette packets
and tobacco; the smiling taboo
watching as life is decided through
secret ballot, where we don't have
a choice but to learn to live by
scriptures scrawled in the small-print
of glossy magazines; stating 'portions
edited for entertainment purposes;' the
splinter of truth within wood-wormed
devastation. the baffled crowd

dear boyi. you're the mistake i wish i was too ignorant to realise.

ii. you've sewn my veins to
stop the blood flowing to my
heart: i can't love you

iii. now, i'm a scaffold
ruin left unattended;
one rain-washed canvas

iv. silenced; ready to
abandon, i'm caught in tail
backs going no where.

v. frosted tears kiss cheeks
of glass; realising i
need what i don't want.

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breaking the habitstamp your confession upon the feathers of an ivory dove.
watch as it glides through the sky, head first, spearing the clouds
making no difference.
watch, as wings billow like crisp linen, never to scar with creases.
listen, as it's tapped by a bead of moisture, a gem of rain,
rolling down feathered fingertips and
dripping, into
nothing.
one cyclic motion, a conveyer belt of movement; the machines rolling,
pumping steam into the clouds,
expanding and groaning,
bursting into tears and
falling, upon statistic upon statistic,
citizen upon citizen,
victim upon victim.

if the sky is a tiger, we're not even the deer.
we're the s

starved remembrancei'm screaming
words
until the alphabet's abused, til
everything has no sense. i'm not
stopping until all sense
is lost.
a whisper
starved of acoustics
drowning in mouths like
a pinball falling down the
throat, choking words and
breath a stutter.
we can't stop.

but now, it's all quiet. smooth lips torn apart
in soundless cries, begging palms
pressed together praying for revival,
suffering silently,
hopelessly.
one tear,
a sharp intake of air,
billowing lungs and swelling
ribs, crosshatched beneath frail skin.

realise that we've been shot down.
stopped.
we're curled fetal heaps on the ground
as the gravel crunches, s

fearless confessionsi'm caught
tearing skin and hair tangled in this anchor
that you sank
and i'm trying
i'm trying
to be free
but the water's lapping,
gulping at my body
exhausting my lungs and exasperating my mind,
curling and twisting the seams
wringing out my heart from shells
stabbing
and rinsing with salt-water
stinging.
translucent jelly-fish scrape legs
feet; ankles wrists,
finding the vein and leaking
torture with each puncture,
no ammonia
just claustrophobia
carbon dioxide
no air.
was it wrong, that in my final moment
i thought of you
imagining the water wrapping me
in strong arms, saving warmth
shielding lips to resuscitate

to say thati'll always remembe'r how you

held me close and never-

let go.

we could never say'-one year.'
'strange how things change.'
'i didn't know you a year ago.'
'you'll still know me in a year. promise you'll remember me, us-'
'gone. two words.'
'it still hurts.'
'i can't.'
'i thought we had it all.'
'we were perfect.'
'yeah.'
'what happened-'
'-no.'
'no.'
'do you ever think it could've been different, better?'
'not better. we were already there.'
'at our peak.'
'yeah.'
'i still think about us.'
'i know.'
'you do-?'
'i dream about it too; and you're always there staring back at me when i close my eyes.'
'you're my last thought when my breathing slows and my heart carelessly springs with the mattress.'
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fifty shades of blackoutby ~flawedfairytale

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Visual & Found Poetry

_{"i am in it to control.
give up: succumb to the mega-industrialist tycoon.
i have heard the girl is sorry."
(i kind of enjoy that "succumb to the mega-industrialist tycoon" is the only line that's actually obeyed my camera and stayed in focus. subliminal?...)

..okay so something just a touch different than usual.
everyone in the uk is probably aware of the mass hype that 'fifty shades of grey' has poured over all of us through the past weeks. i haven't read it myself, so i'm purely going off what the 'media' tells me- that the book is only getting sales through the fixation everyone has with it- in a sense, it has become prolific without any real talent behind it.
i just thought it'd be fun to whack some blackout poetry on it to see what comes up...and so the parody continues.

original text sourced from "fifty shades of grey"}

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*Dreamydeb Nov 17, 2012 General Artist

I love this concept, and the scratched out words that produced a moment of truth. Visually and intellectually appealing!

~flawedfairytale Dec 3, 2012 Student Writer

I appreciate this a lot - thankyou so much!

*VioletShadowDancer Aug 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

My friends and I agreed we should do this to the whole book. We have had numberous conversations on the content of the book and many of them were based around the sexual nature.

I kinda feel sorry for our english teacher who might be listening, since theres a vent in our year 12 room that goes into his office.

~flawedfairytale Aug 22, 2012 Student Writer

Hahah, how brilliant! Ah well..at least it's nearly topical for him!! (;

~ink-in-the-doorway Aug 15, 2012

It is good to see this done on DA. I went to a poetry reading in Manchester recently and a guy called Fat Roland had done a sort of blackout/cut-up of it too, but his was more comical and revealed the talentlessness of the author and how much repetition there is in the original text. I love the take you have taken on it - great stuff!

~flawedfairytale Aug 18, 2012 Student Writer

Hahah, that sounds brilliant! Thankyou so much, I'm glad you've enjoyed (:

!HuliBunny Aug 6, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

THANK YOU! Oh God! As someone who's been in the lifestyle since FAR BEFORE this dump was taken I am offended and angered by it like you wouldn't believe!

~flawedfairytale Aug 18, 2012 Student Writer

Hahaa, thankyou so very much! I'm extremely angered also, gr!

~Time-Pirate Jul 24, 2012 Student General Artist

This is brilliant, and I am cheering for vandalising 50 Shades. It was originally Twilight fanfiction that was published when the names were changed. That basically tells you all you need to know about it. (AKA that it was awful.)

~flawedfairytale Jul 30, 2012 Student Writer

Hahaa, yes!

In total agreement with you everywhere here. Ah!

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