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A Classless Gal by Miss-LysAbyss, literature

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A Classless Gal

This is an ode to a ghost. Who lived as transparent as can be. She spun around in circles in high heels And prayed no one saw her fraying at the seams. I wonder if she can hear me now. Can you hear me calling your name? From across the states I whispered it. But I’ve gotten no reply. New York City must be busy. Because I’m singing the note on that scale in my head that’s always been yours. We could have burned the city down with that attitude of ours. I guess this is an ode to our Sophomore year. Do you remember that sixteenth year? With your pants unwashed and your eyes so big We drew on our arms in sharpie And

Through her Skin by Miss-LysAbyss, literature

Prologue by Miss-LysAbyss, literature

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Prologue

She sleeps. It’s a sound sleep, conducted beneath clean white sheets and a moon that’s half full. Rest has smoothed the crinkle between her eyes but the problems aren’t gone, just quieted. She stirs and sighs delicately against the cotton; the clock on her bed stand casts a glow across her cheek and the tangles of her hair. He watches her from across the room as she flexes her fingers against his pillow, reaching for comfort in the darkness. Its painful, and a feeling close to regret settles in his chest, encasing his heart in something between contented love and platonic indifference. The nails of his right hand graze against

Always by Miss-LysAbyss, literature

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Always

What twisted, twirling subconscious thoughts Are slithering through your dreams? Nothing terrible, I assume Your breathing is even and your brow smooth No need to wake, darling Even if I wish you would need to Because I need you, always (Always, oh always) As awful as that makes me, always You look so peaceful lying there I want to wake you and tell you my thoughts Time spent sleeping is time wasted while not with you How I hate this time without you It’s almost torture, watching you rest I want to rest beside you but I can’t bring myself to sleep To sleep, to dream, to rest Beside you, always. (Always, oh always)

We Live in Strange Places by Miss-LysAbyss, literature

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We Live in Strange Places

We live in strange places. We carry within us the love Of the heartache, the sea monster, the blind man. We carry within us the love for the salt Crusted under the fingernails of our entwined hands For the sand on our eyelashes and stains on our cheeks. We live in strange places. We carry within us the ache for the valleys Of times bent and broken with age. We carry within us the homesick whims for the whispers That the wind makes when it rustles through the leaves For the chill in the air when you take a drag and breathe out. We live in strange places. We carry within us the memory Of the touched, the tampered, the tried, and

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surges of energy, and the taste of importance it is strong today. there is a steady beat freed from every impact posture is held strong; an unbreakable frame. remove the barriers and reveal true flesh, and light will reflect off your honesty. with a flood of hot color and panic it fills to the windows, which we are so inclined to gaze, and press our hands desperately to the glass. deafened and straightened by a cold chill, the unexpected truth; and your world is frozen. and that subtle glow escapes from your eyes as you push through mud, which clings longingly to your feet.

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United States
Deviant for 15 years
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Current Residence: Rhode Island
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite style of art: Anything that catches my eye
Personal Quote: "The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument." -Madeleine L'Engle

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Oren Lavie, Regina Spektor, Death Cab for Cutie, Cobra Starshp

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Steinbeck, David Sedaris, Madeleine L'Engle, Rachel Cohen

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tattoos, books, beaches, dinosaurs, naps

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Miss-LysAbyss

Mar 4, 2009

An Introduction

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I suppose I should introduce myself to Deviant Art. I'm a twenty year old college student from Rhode Island. I'm currently studying Nutrition and Dietetics. Exciting right? Only sometimes. I love art, and writing, and reading, and pretty much anything and everything that has to do with creativity. I joined Deviant Art because I need a bit more creativity in my life. I go to sleep with amino acid structures swimming around behind my eyes--not always fun. Don't get me wrong, I love nutrition, but studying it makes my life intense. INTENSE I tell you. Other than that I love the beach (I live on an island, so its kind of a prerequisite), coffee m