Wounded-Soul

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Still Human? by Wounded-Soul, literature

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Still Human?

Sometimes I just feel so below-par... Like success is just outside of my grasp. I'm afraid of everything outside of my front door And the back door And the windows. I can't control what other people will do And sometimes I feel like I can't control what I will do either. Everything is just so damn uncertain It shouldn't be a risk to wake up in the morning. I shouldn't be afraid to live and I shouldn't be afraid to lose. Loss isn't always loss when everything is said and done. But pain is always pain and I don't want to hurt. Am I still human?

You Don't Know Me by Wounded-Soul, literature

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You Don't Know Me

You have the audacity to judge me Based on what you see? You're ignorant mind knows nothing about me About my past, about my present And how I choose to live my life So place aside you're preconceived misconceptions And for once in your entire life listen Can your eyes see these scars? You call me attention deprived? Drama seeking? Self-mutilating cutter? Ignorant fucker Every day I took a razor blade To cause more pain was to alleviate that which I already harbored within The ones I loved most were dying around me And I couldnt do a goddamn thing Slowly the guilt built up inside me and i offered it a release You're utopi

Tables Turned by Wounded-Soul, literature

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Tables Turned

I feel sick to my stomach You digust me, you bastard I gag, my body wrenches forward As I vomit A tribute to what you have done to me Throwing up horrible memories of you So that it graces your pure, white feet Pricking myself with a long, silver needle Digging ever more deep As a representation of what each word you've said has done to me I will cry so that you know pain but not an utterance will come from my parted lips I shall throw your naked body into the center of the crowd Where they will make hollow mockery of you So that you'll know my shame Into the fiery depths of Hell you will fall Feeling a fie

Daddy by Wounded-Soul, literature

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Daddy

Daddy, Daddy Has your heart turned black? Why is the call of the emperor of the south More poignant than the plaintive pleas of my heart? Oh Daddy I have tried to prevent the building of the bridge between worlds But you've had me killed To prevent my prevention I've watched as they slowly confined you, Daddy To a cubicle of space where only what you want to see reigns Where words drip like mud out of their mutated mouths In a language only you understand They've taken you from me, Daddy You let them take you, Daddy I have become Your shredded skin As your forked tongue seeks out other worlds I've lost you in the long grass

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As The Day Draws to a Close by Wounded-Soul, visual art

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About Wounded-Soul

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: The Middle of Nowhere, NY
Favourite genre of music: Anything and Everything (but Country tends to annoy me...)
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams; Sebastio Salgado; Lothar Wolleh; David Douglas Duncan; many many more...
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: WinAmp
Shell of choice: Conch. Wait - thats not what you meant?
Wallpaper of choice: The kind on my walls...yea, that kind.
Skin of choice: whoever is closest *wink*
Favourite cartoon character: Bubbles; Daria; Bugs Bunny; Mickey Mouse;
Personal Quote: "If I was a duck - I'd wish I was a penguin." --Kester

Favourite Visual Artist

I'm partial to Vermeer and Rembrandt (soley for his lighting technique!); Amy Brown; MC Escher

Favourite Movies

About A Boy; Donnie Darko; Lord of the Rings; Pi; Lost in Translation; The Virgin Suicides; Crash;

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fiona Apple; Evanescence; Nine Inch Nails; Our Lady Peace; Sia; Bjork; Lacuna Coil; DCFC; Tori Amos;

Favourite Writers

Sylvia Plath; Phillip Pullman; William Blake; Dylan Thomas; Nick Hornby; J.D. Salinger; H Rollins;

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts; Black & White;

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox; Computer

Tools of the Trade

camera, pencil, pen, my hands

Other Interests

Photography; Writing; Sketching;

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Wounded-Soul

Oct 16, 2006

I Kept Thinking That I Know You Never Would

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"Have another drink and drive yourself home I hope there's ice on all the roads And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield" And we'll pretend as if it never happened. What's worse is that I'll even go along with this hopeless, stupid facade. But I'm still angry. And I'm still hurt. And I still cried myself to sleep last night - And tried to wash you away in the shower. I love you... but I don't think you love me half as much as I do... Honestly, what are we holding onto? And as for you - You're nothing but an immature little girl. This isn't your business, in fac

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Wounded-Soul

Jul 27, 2006

God Will Forgive Me But I, I Whip Myself In Scorn,

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I don't know how that happened. (crazy nights and crazy mornings) It is not what I wanted. This is not what I wanted. Fuck. There's already been an accident. Judge me not, I did what I had to do. When things are different, you will understand. No, no you won't. You'll never understand.