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1. Introduction
Let me tell you this now,
I've never been good with bad memories
(Burying the photos
and avoiding the graves)
My hands are always cold-
I like to think
I inherited it from my grandmother,
her beautiful snowflake blood
that regulated her dainty form
(Maybe that's why I'm aways so cold
I have a memory haunting my veins)
I'm a flawed human being,
I think I'd be better off as a cat
Sometimes I feel my faith
slipping between my fingers
but then I think back
to that night and Psalm 72:13-20
and I can feel my spine straightening
(Sometimes I doubt
but I like to think
it's because I havent found all the answers yet)
I've never felt any emotion
linked to the word "father",
it was always just a noun
used to address the man behind the title
(That's all it ever was,
a biological fact)
What's your favourite time of day?
Mine's in the early hours of the morning,
when the dim light touches my windows
and the birds begin their chatter
(It's a triumphant hour,
knowing I've survived another night)
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 16 10
I've been collecting oak leaves
documenting their gradual tip
into Autumn's embrace.
I have a scrapbook of green
bleeding into red,
brightening into gold
then fading to brown.
I look at my hands
and think of my own change,
what shades have coloured my soul?
If I whisper to the tree,
will it tell me its secrets of growth?
I'm sick of vermilion,
I long to blaze a blinding gold.
I sit among its thick roots
trying to learn how to prepare for Winter,
trying to learn how to survive
when everything around you is dying.
Please, take my wildflower soul.
Teach me how to bloom
in the harshest of conditions.
I've been losing so many petals lately,
I don't know how to sprout new ones anymore.
And they're telling me I look better,
they're telling me my colour's coming back
and it might just be true
but I just don't feel it.
I want to cling to this old piece of ground,
I don't know how to adapt to a new environment.
I just don't know if I can grow in happiness,
the earth may be cold here
but a
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She had these beautiful eyes,
he remembers when he was a child
how he would search for marbles
that match the bewitching colour.
They played house together,
he bought her a plastic ring
in her favourite colour
and she made him one
with beads and wire.
They kissed for the first time
when they were 16,
timid breaths fogging up the window
of his beat up car,
cold fingers searching for each other
in the dimly light dark.
She still wears that plastic ring
on a necklace around her neck,
even now as she's nestled into her coffin,
Sleeping Beauty at age 18.
And he didn't believe in Heaven
but she did,
so maybe she truly was better off
with her body buried six feet under ground
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I found a photo of him today.
I could feel my tongue turning to ash,
my hands start to shiver,
my eyes start to sting.
I thought we'd gotten rid of them all.
It was an old, torn thing of back when I was a child.
We were at the zoo, there right in front the elephants.
Looking at the faded faces, you wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
It's only when you look deeper-
My mom wasn't wearing her wedding ring.
He towered over us all
and I stood as far away as possible.
The subtle shift of our bodies
pointing away from him.
The faraway look in our eyes.
We cut him out of all the other photos
but the memories still haunted us
so we burned them all.
I burned this one too.
I'll burn all the memories
until there's nothing left,
not even the initials of his name.
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I'm watching the flowers bloom from her throat,
watching her throw back her head and chug vodka,
petals raining down to the dirty floor.
She says she wants to forget your name.
Rip the ocean out of her veins,
she's drowning herself and she says she won't stop.
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 12 3
He speaks in tones
of the softest blue
as I trace his cyaneous veins,
tying promises with his words
as he slips the ribbon onto my finger.
He painted the ocean on my sides
while I laid on my stomach studying,
every cold stroke of the paintbrush
heating my cheeks, widening my smile.
I see clouds in his celeste eyes,
I swear he's bits and pieces of sky
sewn together with soft light.
Our love is a pale blue,
that of a rare Winter flower.
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 19 8
I remember as a child
how I fell in love
with the scent of vanilla essence
and the disenchanting disappointment
that followed when I tasted it
for the very first time.
You know,
I read somewhere
that the person you look to
in a group that's laughing
is the person you feel most close to,
or to who you want to.
I'm sick of looking at your back.
Sometimes I think
my addiction to pain
led me to you.
And you're holding my hand
but it's like you're not even here.
I hate your vanilla bean voice.
The way you drew me in
only to slam the door
in my pleading face.
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 14 9
I remember the streetlights
bouncing off your emerald eyes,
us singing along to the radio
as I held your hand,
the smell of wet pavement,
the barely lit darkness of the road,
the smile we shared as the song ended
and whispering "I love you" in the quiet pause.
I revel in these moments
of right before the crash.

Fine pieces of glass raining down,
the burn of the seat belt digging into my collarbone,
the coppery taste coating my tongue,
my hand still holding yours.
I looked over at you
and saw the headlights halo your hair.
The light was haloing your hair.
(I still look for you in the midnight sky)
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 14 5
Thin air constricting
your euphoric lungs-
Tell me, Icarus,
what's it like to soar?

Feeling the wax
melt between your fingers,
panicked breaths
on already thin air
dissolve in your throat.
What was it like falling?
The aching sting of salt
replacing the last bit of air
guarded by your trembling lungs,
breathing in your own doom
brought upon by your own disobedience.
(Don't fly too close, please,
don't fly too close to the sun)
I wade through the water
collecting your singed feathers.

Oh, sweet Icarus.
If only you had listened.
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 16 10
I can see the scarlet buds
blooming from your soot covered soul
and I hide my burned hands
behind my back and smile through the pain.
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 14 14
I'm recycling metaphors
and they're wearing thin.
Are my words no better
than stretched out plastic
turning translucent at the edges?
I've lost my voice.
The poet in me has gone mute.
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 15 17
The shadows whisper against my hips
climb up my sides
and wind their way around my ribs.
Have you tasted grief before?
It sticks to your mouth like molasses
coating your tongue in its acrid taste.
I grew roses for your grave
but all of them have wilted
and I'm left with yellow husks
that wouldn't even please Van Gogh.
(Pass me a glass of turpentine, would you?
I'll dissolve these memories into ash)
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 15 25
Do you know what it's like
begging the mirror
to show you a different reflection?
Tasting acid in the back of your throat
as you hold back tears?
I hate having my picture taken.
I choke on the flash,
feeling it burn through my skin.
It's 3am and I sit
among shattered glass and torn photos
watching blood leak from my hands.

At least I can find beauty
in this sanguineous colour.
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I promised myself
I wouldn't write about him anymore
but here I am
bleeding out his name again
(I'm getting dizzy from blood loss
but he just won't leave)
I need to expel him from my bloodstream
but he's a poison that keeps my lungs from collapsing
(Why do I always end up back here?
I love him but he's killing me)
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 11 6
She's the loose thread at the hem of your sweater
you snap off without a second thought
and she's running out of time.
I see her at the park sometimes
sitting on a bench drenched in the rain
she said she likes the blinding lightning
and the way the thunder rattles her ribcage
she said it makes her feel alive
but her hands were always so cold
Her sad candle eyes
are reflecting the sun again today,
I see her smile
and watch the light ripple over waves
I should've seen the blue creeping up her fingers
She was a comet girl, you know
they always burn brightest
right before they flare out
I bought her a sapphire ring to match her eyes
but I guess she'll never get to wear it
Ghosts don't need promises locked in stones
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You're inches underneath my skin,
cut me open and I'll bleed the colour of your eyes.
But that's what love is, isn't it?
I find traces of you in my arteries,
my pluviophilic lungs gasp
for the petrichor lining your throat
and I swear
our ribs fit like puzzle pieces.
(I trace the lines in your palms
and they mimic my scars)
((Not even Zeus could separate us))
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 20 9


No Regrets
I didn't wanted to be a liar anymore.
So I left.
You don't give a damn if I leave or
if I stay, anyway.
You still don't care, but then again
neither do I.
:iconfrostedqueen:FrostedQueen 23 10
Why Don't I
Do you know that feeling of complete and utter bliss mixed with love and safety?
I don't.
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just to let you know
i'm finally trying to go through everything in my inbox this week, so if i watch you, brace yourself for an onslaught of faves and/or comments on works going back to like mid-april
(i am so sorry)
and if there's anything you're super proud of or a piece you read by someone else that stuck with you, please, please comment it here so i can see it! (or comment if you've read a good book, or heard a song, or if you just wanna say hi)
thx friends,
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tagged again
tagged by a-girl-named-divine
1. a song that helped you through a difficult time?
somebody else the 1975
2. something you're good at which isn't necessarily a "useful life skill" but makes you happy anyway?
im good at keeping my living space clean
3. aeroplanes: yay or nay?
yes i love them very much 
4. if you were an animal based on your personality.. which animal? i'm a stoned raccoon 
im.. either a cat or a snake lmao
5. give an example of some unexpected plot-twist that took place in your life.
the moment i realized i might not be straight 
this happened because of a new girl in my high school in junior year 
i didn't like her but she kept asking questions about sexuality openly and that got me thinking haha 
6. are you a watching documentaries type of person or a reading biographies type of person (or both or neither) ?
neither ew
7. what sort of first impression do you hope to leave on people?
i want to be seen as kind and trust
:iconunfaithfulstars:unfaithfulstars 3 4
high-sky wishes
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day at the end of january when i ripped one of my favourite shirts. i was dizzy and floaty and loving it, but in my cold dark haze i miscalculated and brushed past the whiteboard too closer, hooking my shirt on the pen tray. when i pulled away, there were two minute holes marring the olive fabric.
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day in mid-march where my castle finally collapsed. it was too much, all too much at once. (and i was wearing the barely ripped green shirt again) eventually i got too cold to feel the fallout of my emotion, curling sharp into my previously marked skin and tracing clear streaks down my face.
i think that maybe if i hold my breath i could forget the day where i (yet again) lied my way out of a bad situation, sprinting away. my best friend apologised, and promised me a better future. we planned that night on the car ride home, and when she accidentally hit me in the face with her
:iconlimehummingbird:limehummingbird 4 5
My atoms long to drift into stardust
And gravity beckons them into the soil
I'm a mess of colours
But my thoughts are turning everything black
As I drip away into my soul
:iconsandyrockdragon:Sandyrockdragon 8 4
a row of stars,  an Orion
a Cassiopheia -
all looking at the world,
is it the way your eyes,
is it the way my heart,
is my mind out for you to see
where you are hollow,
i will meet you,
in the bold-blue dark,
i will find you
you will find you,
coming back to me
:iconhighonwords:highonwords 3 0
feline survival
hey there, cute person!
(just another personal update)
As you are reading this, I am thankfully, finally, dramatically, still breathing.
Since Thursday, my last test is over and grades are finalized and I managed to keep straight A's across my stressful schedule, so I'm proud and glad it's complete! Junior year has been insane!
But also, graduation is next week and I don't want all my senior friends to leave!!!
On Friday, I spent the day at the state Supreme Court with friends, moving through mock legislation. I was a chairlady, sitting on the dais with eight others, gavel and formal script and all. We also got to meet the Chief Justice!
That same day, I found out that I won the election to be Student Council President, which I'm so happy about—next year will be so awesome!!
Today, our NHS group held a little potluck picnic thing at school, so I made brownies and others brought lots of lovely food. The hours flew by, playing card games, hide-seek-and-tag (I missed running so fast
:iconpatchworklynx:PatchworkLynx 3 9
~*xx*~ Update Stack ~*xx*~
It's been forever since I posted a journal here lmao whoops :3
Anyways... Hey hey :D
- Exams are finally over, I passed all of them, but one ugh statistics sucks ass 
- Been really lazy lately (I blame college), so I wasn't active in the gym at all..I know, I know, shame on me :P
- I was planning on going to some tennis classes, but $$$$. Lmao I spend way too much money on clothes from Mango, Zara and H&M... I have no self control.. Shopping makes me feel alive haha Oh lord xD
- Been watching shit ton of's kinda fun tbh
- In the last month I read like just 10 books..fml
- Also, I've been kinda addicted to TedTalks. They have some amazing speeches/talks. ;D ;D
- I'm trying to plan my days like a normal, organized person would..but I'm a mess and I like the chaos. But I like organization, see my problem? Lol
- I turned 21 on May 15th :D :D :D yay me haha
- I totally fucked up my sleep schedule..I go to sleep at 5 a.m. and I wake u
:iconfrostedqueen:FrostedQueen 1 7
that 13 questions meme
i was tagged by the ever-lovely Nobody 
- answer 13 questions made by the person who tagged you, and make your own 13 questions. (that part will be difficult haha)
- tag 13 deviants. make sure they know they are tagged. (i actually know enough people to do this properly now haha)
- don't say "you're tagged if you read this."
- it is forbidden not to tag anyone.
- no tagging back.
1. a song that helped you through a difficult time?
this may sound odd but anything by Get Scared is great when i'm down for whatever reason, even though they're super angsty and like, cuss sometimes - really fond of "Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm" it basically describes a "friendship" i was in for a while there
2. something you're good at which isn't necessarily a "useful life skill" but makes you happy anyway?
writing poetry literally my life is made of skills that are not useful life skills ask anyone
3. aeroplanes: yay or n
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Trigger Warning: Mentions of self-harm and anxiety
I'm sorry. I didn't fully know where this was going to go with this. But I had to say some things.
First of all: I'm sorry. I've been really busy lately, so I haven't been on DA much, plus sometimes when I have it hasn't been working properly for me. So that's why I haven't been posting much (not like I've been creating much either due to being busy as well) and why I haven't been commenting much except replies. I have some longer written pieces sitting in my notifications until I find time to read them and give feedback.
Which leads me to another thing. I'm sorry even more so because part of the reason for these things hasn't just been because I'm busy (although that's the main reason), but because I haven't felt like it. Which I should, because it's your amazing works and you deserve feedback. I especially apologise to Autumn-Fires, because there's one of your stories that has probably been sitting there for a month by now.
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meme girls quartlet official
OKAYYYY wheee i got tagged by Velvetleaf233  & buttdial to do this answer 13 questions & make up 13 of your own thing!! let's go!!!
1. Do you have any pets?
right now, two dogs- Tyson & Lisa.
2. Do you think fish make good pets?
depends on what you want from your pet. birds sing, cats are purring engine angel babies, dogs are like... bros you can play frisbee with.
if you just want someone to talk to who won't judge you, definitely i guess

3. What are your thoughts on rats as pets?
if i don't say something positive, emsoileau will put rats in my hair so... (:
but honestly i think it'd be pretty chill, my sister and i have unofficially "adopted" the rat that lives outdoors 
our parents would disown us if we made it official though hahaha

4. What is your favorite letter of the English alphabet?

q bc i'm queer!! jk jk 
i don't really know?? 
i feel like all of them have a place
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Memories Can Keep You Alive
You are left consumed in your thoughts,
consumed by doubts.
Though sometimes I feel like
I'm the only one abandoned by expression,
withered by emotion.
Even though I know everyone has a time
where all they feel is broken.
If memories can keep you alive
and promises are worth more than lies,
then I ask you to diverge into the distance.
I ask you to roam and refuse to look back at your doubts.
If you, too, are consumed by your thoughts,
find pleasure in little things
because you are not the only one
feeling abandonment.
And in the future, I can hear you say
that you have found a reason to live one more day.
:iconelextrified:elextrified 11 7
smooth trauma
your breath comes fast because the beat of music you hate and someone you didn't ever want to speak to and you slip away, find new and old friends.
it's the third (sixth) dance and you are vaguely upset at someone in a light blue shirt that you remember, and someone in a black vest you will not.
:iconlimehummingbird:limehummingbird 3 2
i won't forget lips,
nor tears
nor everything else
that had You on my cheeks,
but i'll do my best.
(because love,
you're the howling in woods of lunacy)
i will forget your astrology talks,
how you explained my whole self
just through stargazer's midnights,
and the tiny fear in the eye
when you realized that i have a Pluto in the 12th house:
the best paintings are never painted,
and some words decompose better in saliva
than in brain.
i won't forget
those endless lines of fruit of having a lot to say:
doubts and thoughts,
pseudonyms and asterisk-less cuss words:
because it was the only friend i needed,
and yet i never gave it chance
to start breathing.
:iconalessiah:Alessiah 7 4
i wrote the other day about my parents
about their love and how it was an inferno
i wrote about their flame, their smoke, their wildfire of a marriage
about their burns and their scars and their ash
i wrote about how i feared i learned to love from them
how i feared that my heart is debris doused in gasoline
how i feared i was the one lighting a match
for a while now, i’ve been afraid that no one could handle my fire
i’ve been afraid that i’ve been so good at burning,
at consuming myself and others
and then you
you with eyes as calm as the Hudson
and hands just as steady
you with your soft tongue and your inflammable words
you licked your fingers, you smiled,
you, without any fear, put out the flame at the end of my match
you stopped my fire from consuming both of us
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Let me tell you this now,
I've never been good with bad memories
(Burying the photos
and avoiding the graves)

My hands are always cold-
I like to think
I inherited it from my grandmother,
her beautiful snowflake blood
that regulated her dainty form
(Maybe that's why I'm aways so cold
I have a memory haunting my veins)

I'm a flawed human being,
I think I'd be better off as a cat

Sometimes I feel my faith
slipping between my fingers
but then I think back
to that night and Psalm 72:13-20
and I can feel my spine straightening
(Sometimes I doubt
but I like to think
it's because I havent found all the answers yet)

I've never felt any emotion
linked to the word "father",
it was always just a noun
used to address the man behind the title
(That's all it ever was,
a biological fact)

What's your favourite time of day?
Mine's in the early hours of the morning,
when the dim light touches my windows
and the birds begin their chatter
(It's a triumphant hour,
knowing I've survived another night)
1. Introduction
Wednesday, 10 May 2017 (22:44)


I don't really like how this turned out but meh. Hopefully I'll get into the swing of things.

Just a few random facts about myself and some stuff I usually write poetry about.
So, I decided to partake in the :icon100themeschallenge:. I've compiled a list out of variations 1 and 2. I might change some of them later on.

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Seeking Solace
6. Break
7. Heaven
8. Away
9. Cut
10. Breathe
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Under
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. War
22. Mother
23. Distasteful
24. Want
25. Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Rain
31. Flower
32. Night
33. Wrath
34. Moon
35. Walk
36. Precious
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dream
40. 4:29 PM
41. Citric Acid
42. Still
43. Die
44. Two Roads
45. Illustrations
46. Drop
47. Dirt
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Hold My Hand
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Waiting
55. Need
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Desert
61. Fairy Tale
62. Voodoo
63. Do Not Disturb
64. City
65. Horror
66. Snow
67. Drum
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mislead
73. I Can't
74. Confrontation
75. Mirror
76. Broken
77. Testament
78. Drink
79. FUCK
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Cold
85. Sick
86. Seeing Red
87. Hunger
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Give Up
91. Drown
92. Void
93. Iron
94. Soft
95. Solitude
96. Storm
97. Safety
98. Puzzle
99. Alone
100. Gone

I'm really looking forward to this! I think it'll be a lot of fun.


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☆INFP || Female || Aquarius || Self-proclaimed poet || Adores Animals || Snake owner || Christian || Afrikaans || To be psychologist || University Student || Bookworm || Art Admirer || Four-eyes || Otaku || Music obsessed (Rock & Metal) || Scared of people || Night sky enthusiast || Bathophobic || Arachnophobic || Achluophobic || Emotional forecast: Rainy || Hopeless Romantic☆


Hello, all ^-^ I'm Rissa, born 23 January 1998. Welcome to my profile. My favourite anime is Noragami and favourite colour is purple. I'm currently studying at UFS and my majors are Psychology and Criminology with Sociology as my minor and Communication Science an elective. Please feel free to talk to me about anything, even if it's just you feeling under the weather today. I'll also gladly read some of your work and give my opinion. I apologise in advance if I don't reply on comments and such. I appreciate them to such a degree I find myself unable to express my thanks and I panic in social situations.

..14-02-2014.. - The day my Sweetheart (:icondeath1110111:) asked me to be his beloved. (Obviously, I said yes without hesitation) You'll see a lot of Trissa (Tris + Rissa) poetry on here. I'm currently waiting to be promoted from "Girlfriend" to "Fiancée".

:iconatypicallily: - Meet my best friend, soul sister and fellow rain lover since 2007. She's also a terrific artist and poet so please don't hesitate in visiting her gallery.



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hypermagical Featured By Owner Edited May 2, 2017
Thank you for the watch and many faves! :ahoy:
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No need to thank me! ^-^ All were earned on their own!
hypermagical Featured By Owner May 3, 2017
It lets me know that something resonated somewhere, and that's worth acknowledging. (:
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Thank you so much for the watch! I appreciate it greatly. Hug 
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You're entirely welcome! No need to thank me ^-^
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I came to your page to thank you for favoriting my writings,
but I ended up in your gallery and I couldn't stop reading!
You're so lovely, your writing style is tragic and romantic and
just so packed with emotions! It's wonderful! I hope to see
Glasses-And-Blades Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
No need to thank me! You earn every favourite you get! ^-^
Thank you so much! ♡ That really means the world to me. I'm super glad you liked my poems!
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Thank you kindly for the watch! :heart:
I really appreciate it! :love:
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No need for thanks! ^-^ You earned it.
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Thanks so much for the watch! It means a lot to me.
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