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Empty... by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Empty...

It's been a while since I've taken pen to paper... Or fingers to keyboard, I should say... You see, I lost my gift of writing... When I lost you... Ive tried, fruitlessly, to write something that is as beautiful as we once were.... I can't When you left, you took more than you expected... My heart, and my writing left with you... Hanging on your coattails Hoping to bask in your beauty once more... I tried, for years, to coax them back to me.... Begging with tears in my eyes and ink on my hands... But they never came back... I suppose, they will always be yours. You were always better company anyway... I'm prone to malancholy and bitterness w

No.. by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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No..

I feel the warmth pour from my eyes. I try to stanch the flow, "No!" I scream, "No!, not again...anything but this.." My emotions ignore my plea. Logic has hidden in the shadows, giving way to despair and idiocy. The bitterness burns my tongue. I feel dirty. His fingerprints are still on my skin. No matter how much a scratch, they stay, Mocking me. "He's not worth it.." I say inside myself "He doesn't deserve these...." It's suffocating, the repulsion of my situation. Why is it, that the ones that aren't worth it. The ones that don't deserve ANYTHING from me, are always the ones that make me cry...

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Mistake by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Mistake

Come Kiss me with the same mouth that has kissed and licked every pore endless bodies, and I'll tell myself they were all mistakes. Come You can touch my body with fingers that have been all over and under everywhere, and I'll tell myself they were all mistakes. Come Lay your head upon my pillow. A head that has been upon a countless amount of pillows, and I'll tell myself they were all mistakes. Come Lay your body upon mine. Let us do the heated dance that only lovers do. The same dance that you've shared with a myriad, and I'll tell myself they were all mistakes. Come Let me kiss every inch of you. From your head to your

Summer by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Summer

The heady scent of summer enveloped me, everything bright and alive with warmth, like the choke-hold of winter never existed here. I watched the sky, it's never-ending blue hypnotizing me into a hazy sleep. You were around, dancing through wheat-fields, singing along with cicadas. I felt you. The earth seemed to sigh with pleasure as you skipped across lily-pads and strummed bark with your fingertips. Even the sun seemed to laugh at your child's play. I lay in my contentment and joy. My emptiness filled and my light rekindled. I closed my eyes, letting the Earth's song and your dance lull me to sleep.

Dammit by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Dammit

"HEY!!!" My half slumber interrupted by a rude exclamation. The morning sun burns my eyes, making tears form at the sides. I force myself out of the many layers of my bed. The word still echoing in my ears. "Hey!" The voice is familiar. But I can't quite get a grasp on recognition. It's like trying to hold a cloud in your hand. The harder you grasp, the less of it you have to hold. The realization hits me like a wrecking ball. Straight to the stomach. No more lungs for me. Those are busy being lodged in my ever constricting throat. Why the hell are you in my head? I banished you!!! Sent you so deep into my recesses that the li

Fall from Grace by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Fall from Grace

I gave you my all... I trusted you with my most fragile of parts I believed you would catch me when I wanted to fall Instead you let me shatter on the rocks below I fell from our lofty heaven I tasted forbidden fruit and was banished from my paradise Now... I am doomed to wander with heavy heart in a dark, frigid world... All alone... Until the sun kisses my skin once again, and melts my sorrows away

R.I.P M.J... by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

Her Story... by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Her Story...

Her beautiful eyes... Her perfect smile... Her delicate lips... All perfect reflections of the children you despise You put the weight of your world on Her shoulders... God forbid she buckles Your lust for redemption has caused a chasm in Her heat so deep... it can never be repaired by anything you do Her vanity and fear has nearly cost her everything And yet... Your eyes are still blind to her tears As black rolls down Her face in silent cries She drags Herself up to her prison... One Last Time For the chasm you have built She can no longer hold So... with a heavy heart, She ends it all Finally... Your perfect little doll.

drowning by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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drowning

I open my eyes The burning forces me to close them again I try to breath But something other than air enters my lungs Choking me. I feel myself suffocating I struggle to pull myself up I cry out but to no avail My voice has been lost on deaf ears They can't hear me Because they choose not to For this vast sea that I'm drowning in Was created by them The only way to escape Is to die

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Small Gods by Poetrymann, literature

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Small Gods

I brought down the gods for you - left city streets in shame and maimed the victors with thorns, just to make you believe in angels again. Truth was never my home, but I sought your history in every face that fell from too much grace and favor or gazed upon the living like so much cattle. And I could feel you closing in, time's sharp little acrobat at work, but nothing can grow in earth this meek and soiled; and my hands are bloodied by the cries of those you left starving.

Woman by Poetrymann, literature

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Woman

No one tells you your arms are the Euphrates or that your long legs are the work of a clever devil and a blasphemy I have grown to crave. No one mentions how your skin distracts and how your clothes take on new life every time you stand up and the sun makes riddles of your thighs. No one says your eyes are a lost mile of treason or that your lips trespass like pirates between the sheets and make sleep a forgotten god. And no one reminds you that the shape your voice takes when dawn stretches the sky, sends my reason fleeing like a thief.

Montserrat Summer by Poetrymann, literature

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Montserrat Summer

Go, then - chase after him in your best dress and those boots that make your feet look like perfect ladies and ask him why he likes his life untidy and if he finds you impossible. Unearth him and ask why he spent last summer in Montserrat, drinking you away on sands that blazed copper at noon, sailing till the ropes ate away his hands and the canvas became a drug. Tell him you are a mermaid or Venus rising from December and cloud his senses with that perfume you wear like a paramour and find that his weak spot is just where you left it. And promise you will dance for his eyes only and make your kisses t

Mark of Cain by Poetrymann, literature

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Mark of Cain

Like brothers everywhere he kept the stain close by perhaps to remind him revenge is a dish best not served. He could not remember how or when he got it. Maybe it was that first winter of the bones - the cold was so mean it broke the horses hooves out on the river and he'd held his brother under the thin ice just to feel his weight turn the water blue. Perhaps it was the spring they both fell in love with Rachel. She wore too few clothes and her smile, slung low in the pocket below her hips, always dared them to try and pull her blouse up or steal cigarettes for her to dangle between her lips. His mother swore it

Regret by Poetrymann, literature

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Regret

When the darkness is no longer enough for you, you will know it is time. I wonder will you come find me then and let me lay my hands upon the ground beneath you and search for my warmth and the words we both knew were bound to slip away because they felt too late. I never spoke your language although we have the same walk and the color of your eyes was my childhood. I could not dream like you or see how your hands made things innocent because I slipped through a world darkly when you were not looking and you did not call me home. You were my distance and small words became safer but you never knew how I ached to tak

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Itch by sugarspicevodkanice, literature

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Jan 3
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Deviant for 16 years
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Hi! My names Monique.Everyone calls me Mo, so i guess you can call me Mo too! If you like what you see, stick around for a wild ride filled with romance, torment.....and veggie burgers. Lol. I write and update sporadically. Just keep on looking out and stay on your toes. Because you never know when,or where,i'll pop up next. ;)

Current Residence: anywhere and nowhere
Favourite genre of music: jrock!!techno!!rock,emo,screamo,metal,rave,..and country...yep....i like pretty much everything
Operating System: Windows 7..yay me!
MP3 player of choice: iPod!!!its purple!
Shell of choice: i didn't know i was a turtle!!! *looks at back*
Skin of choice: i like mine...i've had it all my life.
Favourite cartoon character: zim,gir,ichigo,inyasha,kyo,spongebob,aang,
Personal Quote: stop taking life so seriously,for in the end we all die..

Favourite Visual Artist

hmmm..

Favourite Movies

titanic,pretty woman,underworld,The nightmare before christmas,rent,mr. and mrs. smith

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

AFI,MSI,MCR,Emilie Autumn,Dido,Coheed&Cambria and lots more

Favourite Books

the art of forgetting, burned, glass...

Favourite Writers

so....many....

Favourite Games

mario party 6

Favourite Gaming Platform

nintendo ds

Tools of the Trade

pen,pencil,colored pencil and marker

Other Interests

anime,modeling,dancing in the rain!!,lollipops,bowling,pudding,pizza!!1,shoes,DDR!!!reading,writing

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sugarspicevodkanice

Apr 20, 2011

:'(

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so....the main reason i haven't written much lately is because there has been a lot of things going on with my life. i've been partying a bit and finding myself and what i want. i joined the marines, i start boot camp in September. the training is pretty intense. i'm using muscles that i didn't even know existed. i've been pretty busy. i have written little blips of a poem, but they're more random thoughts than a cohesive structure.

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sugarspicevodkanice

Jan 21, 2011

bahahahahahaha!

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wrote something worth posting..after months and months of scribbling holes into the pages in my journal...i finally inked out something i deem not entirely garbage...well..enjoy!!!! comments and critiques are welcome!

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sugarspicevodkanice

Mar 29, 2010

hmmm.....

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I believe it is time to start writing again. I haven't written in a long time due to many distractions and the like. I have found a new muse/lover so i believe my mind shall start to swim with the many emotions and words that come with such territories. I hope you guys haven't abandoned hope for me. I haven't left or given up. I was merely.....lost in my own self doubt and poor judgement. I hope  to start anew with this new love of mine, in hopes that new words will spill from my pen to replace new ones.