TwistedAnger

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Nevertheless by TwistedAnger, literature

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Nevertheless

Love tipped tongues now silent screams in dead broken dreams Moving pictures of pain the memories play cinematic scenes a never ending loop of love to hurt Rewind to the happy, pause on the sappy pink tinged times I can’t live in the forward The End Or watch the credits roll Not on us and I hate this new show This one woman romantic tragedy a solo play with a broken soul Where the choices aren’t choices only forced roles The example, the exception, the exit the ex Nevertheless I still rewind to the happy the sappy pink tinged times When you still loved me never the less

Set It Free by TwistedAnger, literature

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Set It Free

Devastatingly devastated Developing distance Driven away Down and up and down again Dishwater memories and dust stained distain Stories old as time told by drunken lips Where truth slips Drips and I drown in it Gasping, grasping at the dead dreams Seems the seams are pulling apart Stitch by sloppy stitch leaves the broken heart Two were one became three A withered and rotten family tree And now it’s just me Little old me because if you love it set it free It is what it is Let it be…

My Cave-in by TwistedAnger, literature

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My Cave-in

in the back of my mind locked deep inside my sharpened flaws claw deep furrows carved in cave walls pictographs of pain scream tribute to a has-been beast who drips acid from her broken teeth fangs that shattered upon the altar of life a life without strife where the only agony lies in the boredom the repetition is this happiness? sometimes I miss my beast crack the door and take a peek just to glimpse the animal beauty the intricate cruelty woven into a singular, sinuous, sinister savage it lays dormant in a dark winter my hibernating inhumanity

Quiet Death by TwistedAnger, literature

The In-between by TwistedAnger, literature

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The In-between

Singular peculiarities these aberrant dead heartbeats caught between the transparent irrelevance and a deep reverence stuck in the ever-since of indifference in the flip-flop of the dexterous nimble emotions creating treacherous tragedy in past battlefields littered in memories we dwell in these aberrant dead heartbeats practicing tortured benevolence painting beauty in the wildness of violence assaulted by the atrocity of apathy we languish in the language of dead heartbeats the in-between of humanity until we lose that last crumb of sanity

Eggshell Love by TwistedAnger, literature

He Rots by TwistedAnger, literature

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He Rots

skin slips like melting wax reveling that charming skeletal grin beaming behind rotted lips my smile your evil twin I set up a digital eye to watch the sweet decay no moment will be missed not even when I'm away I devour the sight every bloating bit of decomposition your body perfectly positioned to fulfill my voyeuristic addiction you turned black, green and back again deep reds and cracks begin oozing rivers of color into my grey world brightening my void as your flesh unfurls I killed you just to watch you disintegrate the orgasmic breakdown of your being watching your perfection deflate until nothing is left stark white bone with a

In The Experiance by TwistedAnger, literature

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In The Experiance

Poetry is in the experience living and breathing in every moment of pain, of love, of hate To write of love you must first know it survive in it and die in it bathe in the sweet notes and revel in its' ending agony then learn to fill the holes it leaves behind those empty voids inside your mind, your heart that's a start to finding poetry To write of hate you must first know it be intimately acquainted with rage that boiling inside a seething bestial thing, caged beneath your chest grinding your teeth to points until finally you snap out , violence and blood drips from your heavy tired hands that's a start to finding poetry To write of de

Drunk on Truth by TwistedAnger, literature

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Drunk on Truth

secrets slip sinister over drugged tongues numbed to the reality the actuality of their toxic terminology I overdose on those painful truths sipping those slipping secrets from your venom slathered lips intoxicated by the affliction of your drunken diction my secret addiction to pain, to hate to the malice that leaks the vitriol that seeps quagmire deep from your booze soaked tongue

Keepsakes by TwistedAnger, literature

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Keepsakes

I stumbled on a memory today stubbed my toe on it's corner jutting jagged into my mind it's strange the things we forget to find those dusty mementos moments lost in time flashes of light in dark dimensions did I mention I thought of you today a fleeting thing but I smiled anyways peeking through old doorways painted golden through time's haze smoothed over by too many yesterdays like river rock the edge has worn off eroded by the tick tock of bygone years they don't cut like they used to those mental keepsakes of you

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My Cave-in by TwistedAnger, literature

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My Cave-in

Quiet Death by TwistedAnger, literature

The In-between by TwistedAnger, literature

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The In-between

Eggshell Love by TwistedAnger, literature

He Rots by TwistedAnger, literature

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He Rots

In The Experiance by TwistedAnger, literature

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In The Experiance

Drunk on Truth by TwistedAnger, literature

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Drunk on Truth

Keepsakes by TwistedAnger, literature

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Keepsakes

Stardust Tears by TwistedAnger, literature

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Stardust Tears

you stare interstellar with galaxy eyes and stardust tears planetary projections pierce my protections the walls of my black-hole mind and the gravity sucks you in down beneath my sticky tar obscurity that utter blankness suffocates I subsist here, exist here extinguishing those celestial lights absorbing them into my fathomless fathoms those bottomless sounds ticking countdowns, shutdowns and rebounds from these inevitable extinctions until there is no distinction between your galaxy eyes and stardust tears

Heartstings by TwistedAnger, literature

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Set It Free by TwistedAnger, literature

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Set It Free

In The Experiance by TwistedAnger, literature

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In The Experiance

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anthem by williamfdevault, literature

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anthem

the age of the dreamers is never done for in the dark we find bright shadows reflections of what is yet to come revolution in what we suppose. the time of poets is yet to pass for words pierce deeper than any blade transforming hearts to raise and surpass most eloquent mysteries displayed. the renaissance is ever rising. old truths rediscovered and new light filling stale corners, energizing generations to raze lies of night offered up by the tradesmen of fear bartering chaff for the immortal. William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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The Good Girl by TwistedAnger, literature

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The Good Girl

we find her dancing with perfection singing her song of insanity rejection holding blood stained knives clenched in fists of rage her inner war wages I'm a good girl… I'm a good girl… a mantra repeated with every gash every slash she places in him slowly, carefully she carves words of devotion into his skull his grin now a permanent curve dead and dull I'm a good girl… I'm a good girl… she chants as she paints the walls with gory love scrawls dripping crimson, ruby passion he just had to open that door and we will leave her there laying on the floor creating blood angels to her nevermore

The Good Girl

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Oct 12, 1979
United States
Deviant for 13 years
She / Her

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About Me:
I drink, I smoke, I like to fight. I play pool and I cuss like a truck driver trying to out-do a sailor...I am pleasant until otherwise prompted.
I write for me, while I appreciate being appreciated for it...in the end my writing is for me. It is my release, my addiction. It is my way to bleed out all of the little losses in life...I laugh when I should cry, and with the amount of bottled rage and pain I have stored up I could fund a thousand wars. Anything else you want to know you will have to ask, and I will have to decide whether to tell you or to not.

Current Residence: Nevada
Print preference: Depends on the work
Favourite genre of music: Varies
Favourite style of art: Written, Real Life, Dramatic
Skin of choice: I like my skin.....
Personal Quote: I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

Natural Born Killers/Deathproof

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Midnight Syndicate

Tools of the Trade

Just my issues that fuel my writing