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self-harm by franfranfranlol, literature

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self-harm

i bruise my fallibility over my flesh and you're tightening; a coiled snake sucking away my life with bitter poison that burns through my skin. slither, slide down my complexion and leave marks as you twist away from my perception of reality; [if you don't leave marks, love i'll leave them for you] and i will [break, fall, collapse] stay strong as i burn away my innocence. the lick, smoulder, comfort of your legacy lying across my flesh, lends me wings and i fly away to break into an unholy firework right over my old horizon.

sea-air by franfranfranlol, literature

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sea-air

my life is slipping through my [frantic, searching] fingers like sand through my hair [and it smells of summer and i can breath the sea and your face on the horizon makes me feel safe]. toes curl into the water and the lap, lap, lap of the shore on my skin makes my head spin, spin, spin. i'm dissolving into a million pieces and; the sun is being consumed by the swell [just like the swell of my body, it engorges and; i can't breath with the space my form is taking from my precious, life-giving air]. your sun is my air, and your weakness is the crevasses between my ribs, the xylophone of my hips, the

wood for the trees by franfranfranlol, literature

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wood for the trees

the outside world is muffled and i can't see the wood for the broken, flimsy trees. i'm caught in a cocoon of 'sorry' and 'second best' and i don't know what i'm supposed to think. tender stroke on my skin, soft kiss and caressing of my deepest flaws [and i can't bear you, i can't bear you touching me and] you never stop. soothing my flaws just leads me to self-destruction. i don't know how it feels to be human, and; the beating of my heart is a lie.

being human by franfranfranlol, literature

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being human

i teeter on the edge of being human, and should i fall i know the land will break me, but what is one more fracture? my beating heart is the residue, of days gone by and days yet to come thud, thud, thud - breaking in my chest and pumping life-oil around my fragile veins [and should it spill, my life would be shining over my skin, and sliding over the floor, and washed away in a flood of memories. [don't they say, the last thing you see in life, is the first thing?] let me; rinse your soul out with my breath and let me; love you. like you love[d] me and take me by the hand as i teete

Pandora box by franfranfranlol, literature

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Pandora box

the walls are closing in; and my breathless, searching hands cannot suffice to save me from this Pandora box. snakes slither down my throat, contracting, slicing, bleeding, and; cough up the remnants of my fallibility, and; break me until i'm a rag doll, limp and pliable [for isn't it human, isn't it just so human]to use my life away moulding. soothing touch on my conscience, breathing down my neck and kissing my bones, my worn out, lovely bones and not truly knowing anything at all. [except how honest my bones are, unlike myself, unlike you, unlike the whole fucking human race, my bones are what they are and nothing mo

nothing by franfranfranlol, literature

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nothing

you have wound around my bones and traced your path deep inside my skull. and the arching of my ribs is your xylophone and the melody inside my head shudders, shudders, shudders deep inside my cranium until i know nothing at all. you slither in my arms and i fight, breaking my ghost to keep you close. safe, near. without you i am a puppet, broken with no words and no reality except the alleys that shard my mind, 'fat, broken, empty' and, and, sans cela je ne sais rien, i am nothing [know nothing, feel nothing, break, as nothing].

shitshitshit by franfranfranlol, literature

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shitshitshit

i break your heart and then ask you to tie me together with those lonely, lovely strings. and i breath too fast, beating time with the inhale of my last promise, breaking patterns of the limit and the meaning to every sad song. and the strumming/breaking/sighing is a reason why i'm crying and the shudder; to your breath, and the whisper; in my head, and the meaning to the melody is all that i can bear and all that can be said. and the words are slipping. breaking, sharding, slipping from my fingers and the petals of my rationality are scattered on the floor and i don't know who i am - not any more.

lost friendship by franfranfranlol, literature

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lost friendship

empty shell. the forgotten remnants of a form that broke when time stilled. and your breath wakes me; and your touch soothes my ragged skin, broken through forces that neither you nor i can understand. and i shudder; shaking through shatters and you kiss me; stilling my soul and you are the one who heals me when there's nothing left to heal. torn fragments of realization and snapped cords of a bond long standing with your heart. and mine, entwined but distant and hollow echoes of what used to be.

our bones by franfranfranlol, literature

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our bones

the way i feel when your bones are wrapped around me is heartbreaking in its beauty. and my heart races - beating against the clock and my limbs grow heavy as you hold me in your arms. i inhale your exhalation and break into shards. shatters. pieces, and you stitch me together with your love. and our bones, our lonely, lovely bones are breaking and realigning in the shape of our realization and they're twisting around my heart so you're my twin - my siamese basket of frag- -ility. and i will shake in your arms and gasp in your shadow and live in yo

john by franfranfranlol, literature

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john

when i fall into your arms, it feels like my heart is moulding itself to your idiosyncracies and beating in time with the vibration of your breath. and you make me whole - you piece my faults and make me believe that i'm worth caring for. you are mine and i am yours and we are each-others and nothing could be more perfect (than you and the way i feel when your bones are wrapped around my heart and your breath is tying my mind into tangles and you are mine,) i love you.

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being human by franfranfranlol, literature

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Pandora box by franfranfranlol, literature

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shitshitshit

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lost friendship

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our bones

john by franfranfranlol, literature

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john

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About franfranfranlol

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Aug 17
United Kingdom
Deviant for 15 years
www.xanga.com/guitarplayinghippyidiot
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i write when i'm sad, and when i'm happy, i can't make words bend to say how i feel... mainly because i don't want them to bend, since i'm happy with how things are.
i'm not old enough to be able to say anything particularly meaningful, but as long as i keep on trying to let people know how i feel, i'll just keep on letting words out of my mind to scatter across the paper.
i believe in dreams and i put my faith in the impossible, since i know when i fall i'll have my wishes to cascade me back into the open sky... and even if they let me down, what else is new?

Current Residence: Suburb of the hell that is London
deviantWEAR sizing preference: that's for me to know
Print preference: bleh
Favourite genre of music: everything
Favourite photographer: depends on the style i'm looking for
Favourite style of art: beautiful
Operating System: god knows
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Shell of choice: soft and sweet
Wallpaper of choice: something i can look at and smile because it makes me think of happy times
Skin of choice: soft
Favourite cartoon character: betty boop
Personal Quote: 'the only thing common about common sense is that no-body has it'

Favourite Visual Artist

debatable

Favourite Movies

too hard to choose

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

so many

Favourite Writers

let us go then, you and i

Favourite Games

good question

Favourite Gaming Platform

bleh

Tools of the Trade

whatever i can find

Other Interests

anything that passes my time, to be frank.

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franfranfranlol

Nov 14, 2009

okay

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i have decided a few things recently. i'm not going to let people mess about with my feelings any more. i'm going to concentrate on school as opposed to anything else. i'm going to accept that things are different and try not to blame people for it. i'm going to at least keep one of my decisions. okay, that's all bullshit.