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Why I Do What I Do by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Why I Do What I Do

Music. Forming bodies in the air, Swirling lines of swirling thoughts, Melding into one. One fiddler. One bow. One violin. And who am I to judge you? As I sit here, allowing myself to become inspired by your art, Being a writer I am no one. Being a musician you are both Everyone and everything. Your lips echo of talent Mine cry mournfully in despair. It is nothing but nothing. The point at which things never happen. One day I will be the point, For things never happen at the tip of a pen. I think. Silhouettes mirrored in a copper licked dance, Whilst I watch in awe. But when you read what I've written, When you feed your

The Giant Cliche by Mica-Cleary, literature

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The Giant Cliche

In a perfect world we'd be sitting together on a cloud, The sun's light would shimmer on your copper licked hair, And you'd look to me endearingly with your wide intelligent eyes, Slowly opening your lips, you'd ask, 'Can we ever be together...?' But I'd just shake my head, stand up and Leave our little sky island, Abandoning you to the hate and the pain Of loneliness and ridicule. But that's in a perfect world, And the world is very rarely perfect.

Things Can Only Get Better by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Things Can Only Get Better

Things can only get better, Those words, on rose pink lips, Tumble into my memory, A night with Eliza on the karaoke machine, Microphones, drunken stumbling. Things can only get better, She never wore make-up, Because she was one of those rare creatures Who looked better without it, My heart aches but Things can only get better, Right? Dubious dark thoughts crawl sluggishly About my skull, but I know that the old cliché is true, She wouldn't want us to be sad. Eliza's gone now, Her pain snuffed out, like a dwindling candle flame Kept doused with morphine, She hadn't been sleeping, Just dying. Dying slowly. Her hear

A True Story. by Mica-Cleary, literature

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A True Story.

I reckon it's time for a story. No one will read it anyhow, and it needs to be written. This I suppose is a story about a boy, and – to give you fair warning – he sucks at prose. His name was Michael. A plain, if somewhat overused name, but normal all the same. But the boy did not grow to suit his name, not at all. Dark things began to press down on his mind. Dark, gruesome things. The doctors all told him he was too thin, they all said he should eat more. Unfortunately for Michael the doctors were so concerned with his body that they paid little or no attention to his mind. This was a fatal mistake, for it was Michael's mind

A New Animal Farm by Mica-Cleary, literature

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A New Animal Farm

Where I live children scream in the night. No one cares. Where I live girls cry alone in bathrooms. No one cares. Where I live half the boys are thugs. No one cares. Where I live everyone is on drugs, go figure. No one cares. Where I live I can't even leave the house without getting my face decorated in bruises. No one cares. Where I live if a celebrity gets a little sniffle, Or the newspapers are offering free money, Or if somebody they hate wins that competition on TV, Everyone cares. The world has become bleak, People follow the media like sheep and Dutifully bleat when needed. Am I the only who cares...?

For God's sake by Mica-Cleary, literature

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For God's sake

For god's sake, I love you. I Really Do. Yet you insist on ignoring my texts, You insist on kissing all those other girls in front of me. You insist on completely blanking me. You, you and your quick mouth, have made my life a misery... Rumours, they filter through every other molecule in the air and Sure enough Take root in teenage brains. Because of you, A bright purple gruesome rose blooms upon my eye. Because of you an even gorier wound lies heavy on my heart. Hollow. Dead. Gone. Copper. Brown. Hair. Alcohol. Beds. Violins. Owls. Life. Death. Confusing. Me. And everyone else. And everyone else

Trouble and Strife by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Trouble and Strife

Faces swimming in distorted vision, Echoes of voices meet my ears, yet I ignore the demons' calls Lest I become distracted from you, sitting beside me In the darkness, under the stairs, X marks the spot, and that spot is on my lips, down Come his, and they Alight upon my Mouth, his breath reeks of alcohol, and so does mine, but the action brings such sweet Pleasure, which sweeps through me, my body and soul. But life is never that perfect, And trouble and strife, hand in hand, always Lie, right around the corner... Their darkness smothering any Light in my heart.

Felix by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Felix

I remember, Brown hair licked With copper and those eyes Deep and blue and searching into my soul. Lucky. But the day I met you I became cursed and lost. Swallowed by music and at loss.... Lost in those sea blue eyes, Lost in those deep oceans As you kissed me in that room with the Swirling dust mote fairies Dancing to the song of a plucked violin. And then the lifeboat disappeared, And you sunk down, Away from me. Into the deep waters of misunderstanding and Modern society.

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Why I Do What I Do by Mica-Cleary, literature

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The Giant Cliche by Mica-Cleary, literature

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The Giant Cliche

Things Can Only Get Better by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Things Can Only Get Better

A True Story. by Mica-Cleary, literature

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A True Story.

A New Animal Farm by Mica-Cleary, literature

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A New Animal Farm

For God's sake by Mica-Cleary, literature

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For God's sake

Trouble and Strife by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Trouble and Strife

Felix by Mica-Cleary, literature

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Felix

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18 by CirquedeCircle, literature

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18

18 days i've missed you. 18 days, since I last kissed you. 18 days since we said, I think I don't know you. 18 days since you held her close. 18 days since i've hated you most. 18 days when I never slept. When, every day, every minute I wept. 18 seconds until I round the corner. 18 years we've been together. Lets make the 18 last forever. 18 seconds since you said i'm sorry. 18 kisses, and one slap, Two happy people, One true love.

Sunday Blues by Peghan, literature

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Sunday Blues

Rusty skies corroded by the sun's setting light, Tired eyes and soothing voices whispering goodnight, Circles gathered around wine bottles in soft dusk, Whilst sad insects flutter on gossamer wings. A sad sort of crying musk Descends on people tired of life, They sit, bathing one another in trouble and strife, In perfect harmony, dreaming of a death They're too cowardly to take. Behind graffiti kissed walls you find the teenagers with meth, Tomorrow they don ties, polished shoes, and wake in time for school, None of them happy, each drowned in the false contentment loved by fools, Each wants to rebel, but none run towards that fre

Haunted cries by slipcast-chrysalism, literature

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Haunted cries

I cry as I write this poem I cry as I lift the blade from my wrist I wish I never did exist The pain is endless It rushes through my body And my heart aches It increases second by second It's dark, really dark in here But the darkness doesn't scare me What scares me is the light The shouts, the screams, the cries are all I hear They wont stop, They wont let me sleep The memories They haunt me and taunt me I close my eyes and cover my ears But what good would that do? Nothing! Nothing at all. I can still hear it and it's getting worse I scream as loud as I can wishing it would stop A tear rolls down my cheek, I fall on my b

The Nightmare by slipcast-chrysalism, literature

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The Nightmare

She sits there in complete darkness. She can't move. She is suffocating. She is scared. She trembles. She screams but no sound comes out. She can't figure out where she is. She wants to escape this place. Then all her regrets, betrayals, pain surround her. And all the tortures replay in front of her again and again. The hate, the misery, the torment, everything she had tried to forget play like a clip. The venom rushes through her blood and makes the pain unbearable. She cries, cries with all her might but it's no use at all. No matter how much she cries, no one can hear her. She is all alone. Her eyes red and tears run down her cheeks. She

Dreams by CirquedeCircle, literature

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Dreams

Sestina Dream A whirling sea of leaves surrounds me in this other world created by my mind. This other reality is shifting, changing with each step. I never, ever shall leave my creation. But despite my desire to never awake from this creation, I am taken ever closer to the edge of the leaves by every step in this place, this world, in another dimension, changing as I walk down the path to the end of paralell reality. My anti-reality, my unending creation, like the infinite universe, it is changing. Destinations of my mind's free will flood the land past the leaves, a pond, a mountain, enough to fill an entire world. I t

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Three by Freed-Alice, literature

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Three

Once upon a time A boy stood in the forest His hands clean and free Though his smile and bloodshot eyes, Says otherwise. Once upon a time A girl laid on the grassy plains Her head filled with wonder Her eyes searching it all Following down a path. Once upon a time A mansion stood nearby And held a Tea Party Hosted by a friend, a Hare Bringing the Boy with it Once upon a time these three clashed, collided The boy and girl calling for help The Hare did not wish to comply Wanted instead, a gate to separate Once upon a time The boy escaped the wretched gates And the girl helped along Running away with all their might The H

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Hi..... *awkward silence*
I'm Mica, and, well, to be honest I'm not that interesting, I wouldn't like to bore you with the details. I, um, write.

I write badly

Current Residence: London >.<
Favourite genre of music: Everything!
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Carrot Shells
Personal Quote: Uh......

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All the usual, I wouldn't want to bore you XD

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Mica-Cleary

Jul 6, 2011

Please Read

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It's me, Colin again. I wasn't really going to announce this but a couple of people have been inquring as to how my little brother Michael is. You know him better as Mica - because that's what we all called him. Today at 2pm in the hospital he passed away. I wasn't there. Originally I was going to deactivate his account and I probably will. Just waiting for certain people to sort out certain things - you don't have to do it, but he'd have loved it. If anyone lives in the London area and wants a kitten, note me. I'm so sorry. Peghan (https://www.deviantart.com/peghan) and Lemon711 (https://www.deviantart.com/lemon711) I'm so sorry I had to tell you in the blunt way that I did - he truly did care fo

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Mica-Cleary

Jul 5, 2011

Mica

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uh, hey, I'm Colin btw. It's just Mica went out earlier to meet an old friend of his and now he's in hospital. I'm not there because I'm not in a fit state to leave the house so I can't tell you in any detail how bad he his but he was unconscious for a while, we think. It was a while before anyone found him. Banged his head or something. Probably slipped on something. Anyway, our mum phoned and said m. regained consciousness for a small while. wanted me to reply to stuff because - I don't know how well you know him or whatever - but he doesn't like things to pile up. He's a control freak like that. So there you go. Weird little brother re

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Mica-Cleary

Jul 5, 2011

Me being a Hypocrite and an Idiot.

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nom. I'll reply to the comments and notes laters people, but literally I've just received a cryptic text from Felix telling me to meet him somewhere, and - after much mental debate - I'm going to go and meet him. Yes, I know this makes me both foolish and a hypocrite, but recently  Lemon711 (https://www.deviantart.com/lemon711) inspired me by meeting up with an old person of hers. So, if she can manage it, why can't I? See you :heart:

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everdeen13

Apr 3, 2012

Happy late birthday. I wish I had remembered before, but I didn't truly know you, did I? I wish I had. But I didn't. And for that, I'm sorry. Happy birthday, we'll never forget you.

slipcast-chrysalism

Apr 1, 2012

It's your birthday.
Just thought to drop by and say hey, though you can't really see this I guess but I really miss my non-identical twin.

everdeen13

Mar 28, 2012

I miss you. But I know you're in a better place. Have fun, buddy, but don't forget me.

Peghan

Nov 1, 2011

I can't do it anymore Mica. I really can't.

I know why you did it now. I know why you did it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

slipcast-chrysalism

Sep 28, 2011

This is odd but I had a dream and you online and not gone away.
How I wish that could be true

you were online*

I think tonight has been the end of an era. We almost all went into self-destruct and I think it proves how strong you've made us that we all grabbed onto that silver string and pulled it tighter than it's ever been before. There's no more secrets left between any of us.
Look over there, because yes, I can hear them too.
See, how I remember you?
We've closed the lid on your beautiful glowing little soul, to keep it close to our hearts and safe from tarnishing. Mailley has done all that you've asked him to, and then some I suspect from what I've heard.
I know that you're watching over us... I just know it.
Life is beautiful, it glows and dances in the palms of lovers' hands. From now on I'll always treasure it. No more gas ovens. No more pills. There's others, that you've helped, I know there is. Sometimes I see their messages to you.

You've taught me how to love. You've taught Phoebe how to live. You've taught Mailley how to be a guardian angel.

Goodbye, my beautiful Grey-Eyed Boy, goodbye forever.