Weirdgrrl

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Poem by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Poem

A peer's paragraph sits in glaring awkwardness, alone, but surrounded. I watch it shine self consciously, unembellished, naked before the crowd. Inartistic and unused to public speaking, it's dry tones rasp out brutish, unrefined knowledge. It displays its bareness and logic, and hopes it exhibits more than the monochromatic. A poem crawls out of my chest and through my mouth. I catch it gently, and set it down upon the table, to keep the sturdy orange words of the paragraph company. On spindly, unstable limbs it approaches, wary and watchful. The tentative ticking of its cloven hooves marks the time in in the uncomfortable silence. W

Few Can Clone by Weirdgrrl, literature

Words by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Words

I open my mouth to emptiness And where words used to be On my tongue, waiting to take to air Are broken down letters, count, a, b, c There's not a word for any of this Though Perfect smugly steps to line Beautiful tosses her silky hair Fated sits, and bides his time Forever rests on Fated's arm She is his mail order bride Hopeless romantic that Love is She just sits around and sighs All of them seem pale now As they wait in line inside my head My mouth sad, it cannot speak I'll use it to kiss you instead

Sea by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Sea

Would I were to pen your sight To the deepest blue of cloud-laced skies Or the darkest seas, to contentedly drown In whatever waters were your eyes Would my toes entice the undertow? Or the airy way that I sighed? Could I ask your handsome oceans What would they like to take to tide? Plead the stones ensnare my ankles Offer the seaweed constraint of my wrist Allow my lungs to breath in water Longing for the sea salt, kissed Bare my body, to the bottom Sunken in the sweet, dark sea All to simply write your eyes To what I've seen them to be

Growing Poem by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Growing Poem

So I was born Into dancing with my father to Carol King Feeling the earth move; sunrise, sunset; spinning in an old townhouse Doted on by drag queens, smoggy sky Sleeping in the company of tigers, larger than I And blue spotted horses; pulling up pansies behind my mother As she beautified my first birthday I am made from ocean pearl lullabies, Of holding and hands sunflower dresses Spearmint gum and black cats Willow crowns and grass And eating thoughts Next, wide brown eyes With the wide, brown earth Swimming through the humid air To cross bridges to the ocean Spitting seeds; collecting sea shells Collecting the smell of wor

Flowers by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Flowers

You picked me once You pulled me twice Your irises were oceans With waves to entice Your cheekbones were lilies With little dark specks Your words were spun silk Which brushing my neck My little white throat The tenderest of roses My little red heart All poppies and poses Your fingers were weeds With roots to untangle Your breath was all choking With too much to strangle But now that you've gone I am withered and homely Flowers aren't pretty When they are all lonely.

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Little Fear by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Little Fear

Terrorized by your bloody blue eyes Terrified of making ties Knowing that, if no one buys A woman's a girl, when she finally dies Could I choose, I'd make a choice But speaking softly, I've lost my voice Mortified of mouths all moist The hellish hunch, the heft, the hoist Speaking so, my secret scare About such things, what ripe and rare Bracing, binding, for time laid bare Tick, tick, the time, the when and where I'm just a girl, who took a fright The sudden, sickish, lack of light The many men, what they might In the night-time, time of night I admit my little fear Please pretend you didn't hear I'll let it go, promise, de

Missed by Weirdgrrl, literature

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Missed

How my eyes blur all to bleary In the dark, the dank, the dreary A yelping yawn to make them teary When the willing, oh so weary How did I bid goodbye? The whisper-wheat, the grasses high The lingering, tingling, reaching rye Straining so, to touch the sky The sweet honey drip that was the sun Which made us two melt into one Our feet grew wings, when wanted to run Were we never, ever were done Memory, the merry friend Will you ever make amend? You allow my mind to lend Back to begin, end to end End we did, and end we had Sinking, sunken lilly pad Down a dream to ever-so-sad Make my mind into the mad So now the cloudy, must

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A belated feature: Friends and others

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About Weirdgrrl

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Nov 17
United States
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

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My Bio

I am really kinda weird... writer, artist exct.

Current Residence: MI
Favourite genre of music: Alt, Punk, Folk, Folk Punk haha
Favourite style of art: Anything!
Operating System: My systems seldom operate normally..
MP3 player of choice: iPod.
Shell of choice: Peace.
Wallpaper of choice: Posters and randomness
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo, of course.
Personal Quote: "Killing people doesn't make them like you, it just makes people dead. " -Lord Voldem

Favourite Visual Artist

Anyone who considers themselves such

Favourite Movies

Fantastic Mr. Fox, Repo! The Genetic Opera, Rocky Horror Picture Show

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Elliot Smith, Glasvegas, The Real McKenzies, Dropkick Murphies, Red Hot Chili Peppers exct.

Favourite Writers

Holly Black, Poe, Lloyd Alexander, Charles DeLint, Cassandra Clare, Marcus Zuzak, Wally Lamb, exct

Favourite Games

All games that do not require a video. As in, not video games.

Tools of the Trade

V5 rolling ball pens. They are the best.

Other Interests

Art, Drama, Music, Poetry, People

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Weirdgrrl

Dec 22, 2010

Naughty or Nice?

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So I'm trying to figure out the deal with the big man's list.  Like, what qualifies you for nice, and what gets you damned to the naughty list?  If his rules are the same as God's, well then I'm screwed.  Not literally, of course (fumes quietly to self.) One of God's rules is that you've got to believe in him, and I fell of the band wagon there about, well, when I was born.  Heathen through and through.  But if being nice means generally not killing people and devouring their remains in a rage of blood lust, then I should be ok.  Four people isn't that many, is it?  ;) Merry Winter my loves!

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Weirdgrrl

Nov 17, 2010

Old age...

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I'm turning 16...... weird, weird, double super weird.  Last time I checked I was about 7.  What is going on????? AAAHHH!

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Weirdgrrl

Jun 26, 2010

CAMP

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Tomorrow i leave for scotland to spend a week with my family, and then three weeks at a summer school programme majoring in creative writing and minoring in theatre!!!!!!!! :) YAEHHHH