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Unholy
Lying tongues are clumsy,
tripping over clenched molars,
masticating until what's spit out
has no semblance to the truth.
My halo's slipping down,
losing grip on reality,
choking on the fabrications
filling up my airways.
Dead men tell no tales,
blue lips still hold a whisper,
you've been following my trail of feathers
for far too long.
Relapse into my false embrace,
stumble into my web once more,
chase the clouds that have
forsaken us both.
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Asunder
Looking up at the sky she wishes she
could go out in a blaze like a comet,
the summers smoky haze has her mind racing
and capsuled concoctions won't calm it.
If this was as easy as astrology and connecting the dots
she wouldn't feel as lost at night,
her thoughts swirling like cosmos and young birds at flight.
She dove off the balcony with blind faith in her wings,
and a lust for the wonder of what falling brings.
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Danse Macabre
Even crippled moths can continue to crawl,
a sordid dance of death on trampled limbs.
Moving towards an eternal flame,
never seen but felt by all.
Hourglasses strapped to backs,
hurried in gait.
How can one be late
to something so timeless?
Copyright © 2016 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Tag, You're It
The piercing pressure of your hand grasping my wrist;
the skin shredded from my teeth biting my fist.
Screams are not allowed on the playground of your bed,
the covers are clenched and nails scratch instead.
The irony of white sheets on a mattress of sin;
no need to chase for this game to begin.
A willing participant to the highs and lust,
I'll follow your lead with childlike trust.
Copyright © 2015 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Teardrop
Rolling down the mountain of your face,
a bead caresses the smooth slope of cheek,
drips to the valley of skin below;
two curves blossoming out
catching your melancholy dew.
Your cliffs furrow,
grasping my gaze like ligature.
Why must I crave these winding roads;
birthmarks like boulders on rough terrain,
sun kissed sand warm to the touch.
I slide my hands over your earthen body
and rejoice.
Copyright © 2015 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Beguiled
Everyone makes their grass seem greener,
their pasture perfect and minds keener.
The sheep killed the wolves and are wearing their blood,
sometimes the mirage is masking the mud.
Rotted fields and starving hearts disguised as flourishing,
while their soil is putrid and begging for nourishing.
Charmers searching for ox to pull their ploughs,
seed their rows and fatten the cows.
The naive meat is tender and sweeter the crop,
They'll harvest the best and leave you the slop.
Beware the beauty of the barn's red paint,
some may make the butcher look like a saint.
Copyright © 2015 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Remember
We were only holding on with hopes of letting go,
like a balloon rising to the sky, we stood
transfixed on what would disappear from our sights.
A car crash we could see coming but wouldn't prevent,
seat-belts off with disregard to the impending doom.
Saw it flash before our eyes in the bright lights,
a future funeral within the film of the camera.
Our movie had a predictable ending and I recall
you had your fingers stuck on fast forward.
You snipped the roots as our sapling grew,
the sway from a slight breeze would prove too much,
We would come crashing down from our high
perch where our love nest had been built with
stick and stones, but unlike the old adage
your words will always hurt me.
Copyright © 2015 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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In Flight
Wildfire orange atop
a silhouette of mountains,
still cloaked in the night's pitch.
Transforming to tangerine hue;
above a tepid blue settles silently.
Day blends instead of breaking,
casting cantaloupe color across the sky.
Coasting with a crystal clear view,
waves of silken clouds creating a
white ocean below.
Fading fast as a golden sun rises,
I long like Icarus to fly closer,
and melt in it's morning glory.
Copyright © 2014 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Ana
I watch as she slowly
whittles me down to perfection,
shaping me as if I were made
out of wood instead of weight.
I caress the stained porcelain
waiting for my rib bones' resurrection.
I can't come out I say;
I've got a date.
Withering outside but all I felt
was widening inside,
emptiness growing in my stomach and skull.
The numbers on the scale slipped lower,
as her nail marks on my thighs climbed higher.
I was running out of room on my flesh
and running out of breath constantly.
For being so sweet she leaves
such a bitter taste in my mouth.
Ana promises she'll keep me warm,
but lately all I feel is cold.
Copyright © 2014 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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The Archer
An arrow glided past her head with swift ease. She twirled around towards him, with a surprised expression on her face that melted into a coy smile. Well, that's at least how it goes in his dreams.  Instead his vision slides back to focus on the blurry apple in the distance. zip! The tip slices neatly through a gluttonous worm. "Now if only it was her heart hanging there; red and full of love, instead of dull and rotting fruit." He wondered if this moment he kept repeating would ever be of use to him. Comfort is only a mirage in this place, and she was part of the illusion for many. "I trust in nothing but the arrow, and the direction it cuts for my future." Across the  shooting range, her eyes slipped past his as she watched his archery lesson.
She heard the heavy thud of a wooden door, and the squeal of the ancient corners.  Without looking, she could tell who was waiting for her. "That stench only comes from you" she spat through a smile. "Welcome, my lord. Tha
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Memorial
I remember the first time you whispered "I love you",
and how I thought there would never be a moment more beautiful.
That was lust-drunk thinking and teenage naivety
but I still can see the moonlight scattered on the sheets,
and sense the warmth of your chest against my back.
It was the awakening of my awareness of how the heart can ache
and how losing someone can make certain memories stain,
while for others they wash away like messages in shore sand.
Although erasing the whiteboard of what was us has worked for you,
my pen was permanent and I can't stop tracing the remains of what we wrote.
Copyright © 2014 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Virus
We are cybernetics.
Fibre-optic humanoid function,
we are weaved throughout the spider web of data
and dissolved into the ethereal Ethernet.
Broadcasting boredom of terabyte brains,
transmitting the travel of our micron minds.
Our code constantly written,
creating endless inputs +
outputs of opportunity.
Our objective is an unknown path to us,
permission denied upon current status.
We seed the building blocks
paving the way to brilliance and peril.
We are more than just atoms;
we are the makers of mortal existence.
The northern lights have nothing
on the colour and life of our pixels.
We shine with radiance and radiation
fuelling our rainbows.
Synthetic is the new self,
flesh is the weaker future.
Copyright © 2013 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Per me si va ne la cittą dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.

se non etterne, e io etterno duro.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate

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stop pouring citric acid on me
just because you tend to be in two places at once,
does not mean i appreciate you spilling a test tube
of achromatic chemical shit all over my new clothes.
this is probably the part where i undress and place
them neatly folded in some empty laundry hamper.
this is probably the part where i'm naked with you,
but you say you can't look at me with my pants off.
this is probably the part where you tell me what to
feel, but i'm asleep; you'll be gone when i wake up
(but you need a reason to leave me and my mind)
you want three good reasons, huh?
well, here's nine.  keep the change.
one:
because you are not in my science class;
so this is not the place or the time to be
telling me not to look at you on the other
side of the schoolyard.
two:
because the time is too fucking early,
maybe too late (it's always too late);
the place: my bed, my head. typically.
three:
because this is my dream, buddy,
not yours.
four:
because you ain't my fucking buddy,
dipshit.
five: because i just caugh
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kill two promises with one lie
it was the day i swore
to never love anyone;
i heard doves chirping
goodmorning lullabies
to some deaf pigeon.
i opened my window,
and shot them twice.
once,
because they are wasting their time
and mine.  so why not put them out
of their misery?
then once again,
because at six am,
i do not want any fucking birds
making noise or making love or
making a mess of my mind as i
try to sleep another dreamless
night.  one for every damn bird
in this cyan-scribbled sky.  two
for every earaching coo.  three
for every winged beast singing
elegies that remind me of gods
that remind me of holidays that
remind me of the times you lied
and said you loved me.
which reminds me of
that day i promised
to never love anyone
(again)
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to come in all sizes
They told me that they would
follow me into the dark,
and that the cold on their fingertips
would soon warm my hands.
(but my hands became cold,
because I never did realize
that I was alone in the dark.)
You whispered in my ear
"never shout never".
So I decided to scream it.
Only God knew that I didn't have
the money to put where my mouth was.
(and you laughed as
the angels took to the skies.)
They told me I was sightless,
and that being alone doesn't
necessarily mean that I am, in fact, alone.
(it means that worlds end
in whispers and not in bangs;
Just like Mr. Hoover from
down the street once said.)
(but, hey, we all must enjoy the little things. However little they may be.)
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This shattered world-german
Wir sind unschuldige Menschen in dieser zersplitterten Welt.
Innocence ist golden, Unschuld ist gebrochen.
In diesem zersplitterten Welt Frieden herrscht.
In diesem zersplitterten Welt gibt es Krieg.
Die Stimmen von Leben und Tod
Diese Verunreinigung ist unter jeder lebendigen Odem
In dieser Welt gibt es Schmerzen in den Regen.
Dieses Wetter ist erstickt
United we stand, teilten wir uns gefallen
Reiten die Wellen des Meeres
Watch out für die Tsunami's
Wir können einen Unterschied machen in diesem Land.
Nehmen Sie Bilder von dieser zersplitterten Welt.
Das Medium ist dieses Leben zu schaffen Verbindungen der Vergangenheit an.
Diese Erinnerungen Flut den Geist und du wirst finden.
Die Tränen sind schwer zu handhaben.
Wenn du traurig bist nimm meine Hand und singen mit mir.
Die Notiz von diesen Worten der Suche nach den Gründen für das Leben.
Der Regen fällt in dieser zersplitterten Welt wieder.
Bitte ich will nicht einsam zu sein wieder.
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just never check your junkmail
Why is it that you contaminate
my feeds and favourites?  Why
is your website my homepage?
Why are there playlists with
songs that remind me of you
or files dedicated to you?  Tell
me why the first thing I do when
I get home is go on the Internet,
and
Google your name.  Slap myself.
Google both our names together.
Did you mean Never in a Million
Years?
  Actually, I meant billion.
Fuck you, Google.
Drag mouse.  Point-click the top bar.
Erase web address.  Enter new URL:
www.fakewhoresandwebsites.com-
promise
me three things:
to never reveal my password.
to never read my messages.
to never send me Spyware.
(go figure;
that's what your
heart's made of)
Logout.  Sign on Myspace.  See that
you're online.  Ignore you.  Wait for
you to do, I don't know, something.
Refresh page.  No new messages.
Refresh it again.  Still nothing.
Refresh, refresh, refresh. &
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cut your hair and choke on it.
my mouth is bigger than my heart,
and my heart is bigger than my head.
you're way too obvious.
but i'm so devious.
(so outwitted)
and don't think it's
because she's easy.
(though she probably is)
i know your kind;
it's a dying breed.
let's keep it that way.
you have enough hair to strangle yourself.
so wrap it around your neck,
or shove it down your throat.
    (shove it down mine?)
until proven otherwise,
you're just one of them.
you're all so full of
(sh)it.
they're all so full of
themselves.
this is mere
jealousy at best.
i'm just a
              (oh, you know the rest)
and you seem to forget i have ears, too.
with your loud mouths doing the talking,
(not thinking)
you're all so deceiving;
i'm quick to believe in
almost anything,
yet some things
are better left unsaid.
but my unemployed head doesn't
work half the time.
my mouth does its job,
and a bad one at that.
so i'll leave it at that...
so
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disprove the scientific method
i am the hybrid of
a heart and a god;
       ex    terminate
me; experiment me
       examinedissect
       explain theories
of revolutionrevelation          {my alleles, they're not good enough}
       criticise & analyse;
       form a hypothesis;
       explain this feeling
       explain why i'm so
       Genetically fucked,
        Chemically fucked,
      Phonetically fucked.
Morphology -- a fucking
pseudoscience for all of
the lonely heartbreakers
with a knack for Biology
and a beakerofmyBlood            
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what about the other 16 words?
four years,
two schools,
six crushes later
yet       i'm Still.
   Paralysed:
motionless
(breathless)
yet i'm still
                --In Love:
                               --with you
                               --with them
                               --with a sadist
                --Stuck:
    &
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Point of View
Point of View
The holes
We dug
To hide
Our missing bones
Fill up with rain
And simplistic
Flared out fires
Still full from shame
And quiesced from nights before
The night we dialed
And truth was spent like money to the poor
Calling to the angel
Those trumpets blasted through the wire
I've been deafened by the beat
And scorched by unrelenting flared out desire
And we still call out to the night filled glass
Like we love eachother like this night's our last
Those little sweet and meaningless nothings
Will all amount to two priceless golden rings
With your heart in hand
And love main-lined to veins
This night will replay
Like old film reels again
With your blood bearing bold and blue
I know there is no better place
And straight into your eyes is the perfect view
The holes
We dug
To hide
Our missing bones
Fill up with fire
And complicated Lies
Still full from shame
Quiesced from nights before
You knew my world was over
When I knew love's connoisseur
And those veins
In heart
Pulse ba
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Vault, Faux Divine
Vault, Faux Divine
In depths of thought
Lost, quaked, and live,
And our stomachs mend in knots
When heart-quakes' faults
are set to break,
I'm spinning the dial to your heart's vault,
Was it a fantasy when words spellbound
Followed our hearts to wrap around
Each fiber encasing a strand of love
That affixed our souls as one and part of--
--Frightened memories scrying through time
And it aches to eat the future,
Our blood pumps through the knots so sullen
But there's no room in my chest to breathe
When my heart beat's song is swollen,
Your mind is set to detest confession
When your love lies bleeding in an angel's hands,
The man you thought was your savior
Is a devil bound to tear into your soul,
To devour the precious, poetic heart he stole,
Was it a reverie when your words spellbound,
Followed my heart to surround
Each fiber enclosing a strand of your love
That affixed my soul to yours as one,
Of Frightened memories scrying through time
And they ache to devour our future,
My blo
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Existence

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 22, 2016, 8:54 PM
What is it all for?

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Lynette Emey
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
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But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

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Lying tongues are clumsy,
tripping over clenched molars,
masticating until what's spit out
has no semblance to the truth.
My halo's slipping down,
losing grip on reality,
choking on the fabrications
filling up my airways.
Dead men tell no tales,
blue lips still hold a whisper,
you've been following my trail of feathers
for far too long.
Relapse into my false embrace,
stumble into my web once more,
chase the clouds that have
forsaken us both.
Unholy
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVXTma…
The same Ghost still haunts me.  When will my mind let go? How many substances will it take to be free? 
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Existence

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 22, 2016, 8:54 PM
What is it all for?

This Journal Skin was designed by Night-Beast
Looking up at the sky she wishes she
could go out in a blaze like a comet,
the summers smoky haze has her mind racing
and capsuled concoctions won't calm it.
If this was as easy as astrology and connecting the dots
she wouldn't feel as lost at night,
her thoughts swirling like cosmos and young birds at flight.
She dove off the balcony with blind faith in her wings,
and a lust for the wonder of what falling brings.
Even crippled moths can continue to crawl,
a sordid dance of death on trampled limbs.
Moving towards an eternal flame,
never seen but felt by all.
Hourglasses strapped to backs,
hurried in gait.
How can one be late
to something so timeless?


Copyright © 2016 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
Danse Macabre
Lots of swirling thoughts lately. New city, new job, new friends, new drugs, new life but all the same thoughts and same me. Guess I'll never find the escape hatch to my own mind. 
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Embrace-the-Flames Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2017  Professional Writer
Wakka wakka
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sup Pacman
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Embrace-the-Flames Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Professional Writer
Nada. Finally getting back into the swing of a personal life lol Whatcha been up to?
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AlterEgo1629 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Not much honestly. Work, continuing this existence, trying to find things to be happy about. 
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Larathain Featured By Owner Edited Jan 21, 2017
You are very welcome for the watch and the llama! If you see my art, and enjoy what you perceive, mayhaps you'll offer me the favor of returning the watch! ^-^

Also, what about my writings did you find interesting?
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MAGAngel Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the watch :D
And Merry Christmas ^^
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Bahama-dreams Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2016
Happy Birthday to a most talented and beautiful, amazing deviant!  Happy birthday, Lynette!
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ryuu-samazx Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2016  Hobbyist
happy birthday Birthday cake  icon
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TheLoveTrain Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2015
Happy Birthday to you, :sing:
Happy Birthday to you, :sing:
Happy Birthday dear Lynette, :sing:
Happy Birthday to you.
:sing:
I hope it's your best one ever. Eat lots of :chew::cake: (and some for me). :party: :excited: :juggle:

~Bryan :heart:
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happy birthday Happy Birthday Godliek :D
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