Innocence-Maintained

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Star Dust by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Star Dust

She said: "Yeah. I used to believe in Stardust. That vague notion that M A G I C Could simply F A L L Down. From the heavens, to fill our hearts (and minds) with sweet dreams and Happily Ever Afters. But, The cold has set in (fierce) and worn down all resolve Tender moments Now whispered (stolen) from people more deserving than me. Once A Pon A Time Yeah. I used to believe in star dust."

Datura by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Datura

I have unwittingly Starved My self a desert: An achromic deception Has pillaged the last oasis. Desiccated and, Barren -There was nothing left for you- The vipers hid your body Piece by piece As they crawled out From their apathetic nest My womb was S C R E A M I N G Heaving and retching Idle attempts to amend But -I was too arid And it was late for you-

Bones, Salt and Stomach Acid by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Bones, Salt and Stomach Acid

There are Granules of sand caught in my scalp Fingers rough with salt Sticky also, With sea water and sweat And some acidic stains Of last nights vodka (lemon lime) I met you Fresh from the sea Dripping with promises (yet I never caught your name) You didn't seem to mind About the sand falling out of my hair Or the way my hands were a little Eroded and corroded With the salt and stomach acid. You were more concerned with my mouth And filling it was your slightly fruity tongue And I wonder how much Energy I can absorb From the sugar left in your saliva As much as it is blisteringly hot You're touch makes me feel cold In

The Ambivalent Depth by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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The Ambivalent Depth

Calm, calm, calm The ocean waves are still so calm Level and continuous We have learned To never trust the Calm Stout tears of grey Rolling from eyes of hazy angels Which plunge deeper than They ever should One, two, three, four I can see the rain is going to pour And drown In a black subterranean void The murky Panther licks His sandy lips Watching and glinting Lying cool and flat Before the hog falls and bows And for the cat he bleeds He bleeds black for life Calm, calm, calm Never trust the calm

Smoke by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Smoke

The air is thick as honey and Pours orange dapples On a dusty ground. Months of inland smoke Is finally catching the coast. Breathing Could easily be suffocation If you didn't know the difference. I like to contemplate My struggles on days where It is a struggle to even oxygenate. I like to contemplate you. Coarse and familiar Woody, musky and dangerous You too, take my breath away.

Hate by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Hate

The way your hand slid over my body Exploring and asserting as you do Made me forget for just a second That I hate you Don't I? Leaning Kissing Touching Tempting Are you really the boy I knew? You're lips are fuller than I cared to recognize And words much warmer (if not a bit empty) When we were kids You were there Reminding me how worthless Fat And stupid I was. "well honey, You look pretty fine now" Its pretty bizarre as I lean up and kiss you The boy I used to hate And if you asked me yesterday I'd say I still did.

Love by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Love

The day your poems fell off my wall Was also the day I found The balloons you blew up for my birthday. They were squashed behind my bed (probably put down there in haste on my birthday night) Covered in dust and cat hair "I LOVE YOU" Was scrawled across the now shriveling rubber Raptures without much thought. It was fairly ironic That the balloons still held strong After you had packed up and gone Not all rubber things (or relationships) Could ever withstand the friction So they burst. Oozing fear and doctors appointments. The pressure of my hands On the pockets of air Became far too much And your breath came spewing Ove

Childhood by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Star Dust by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Star Dust

Delerium Comes Swift by Innocence-Maintained, literature

My Friend IS Dying by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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My Friend IS Dying

My friend is dying, A long slow death, Inside and outside Until there's nothing left But skin And of course Bone Her one satisfaction is her morbid throne. There she sits, Wasting into thoughts, Collapsing inside I want to throw her A lifeline, But am In no position To preach… She and me We are the same Fighting the same battle The same soulless leech My friend is dying Now Its more sooner Than later

a jar labelled small by Innocence-Maintained, literature

reincarnated as love by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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reincarnated as love

I want to be reincarnated as love to be the arms that hold you to be the words that keep you warm I want to be reincarnated as hope to be the stars the guide you to be the moon that brightens the dark nights I want to be reincarnated as joy to be the smile that lights up your face to be the eyes that twinkle with a laugh i want to be reincarnated as something that makes you happy, loved, hopefull i want to be that for you

just for a second by Innocence-Maintained, literature

In My Mind by Innocence-Maintained, literature

Musings While Bored At Work by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Musings While Bored At Work

It all seems so funny now All the stale words of anger And the acid tears cried. A light sort of humour that Dances through my consciousness I giggle as I think: "Pure happiness is just like me, So flighty and never landing, never lasting long" Its not long till the black ink of despair paints my vision dark and cold again. And the thumping in my head is, Reminiscent of the ancient drums of war. And so the manic battle begins again, The fight between the two empty extremes, With my mind longing to find, Some quiet middle ground, To sleep a while To forget awhile Sighing as I say "to be me awhile"

15 years old by Innocence-Maintained, literature

Stars by Innocence-Maintained, literature

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Stars

Stars So silent and knowing Each a prayer to god Waiting in line Till they may be redeemed Stars Could never be counted, Just as lonely hearts Will never be seen In their entirety Stars Beacons through the night Guiding each wandering soul To the masked safety Of dawns early light Stars Mock our mere existence Each twinkle a haunting laugh For the stars know We could never see as clear Stars Up so high Watch over me And leave me wishing I could have my place in the sky

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Storm And Shine by neongenesis-endsong, literature

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Storm And Shine

I see you dancing on the beach, You search the oceans dark waters, you cry with the waves of love, But still you manage to hide within the deep, You run from the splintering winds of the sandy day, And you cower from the icy winds of the night, Dont you remember the shining moon?, Cant you remember the sweet embrace of the sun?, You fight and fight against the crushing waves, You cant come back and wait for the calm, You just dont know how I see that now, I offered you a warm touch in endless pools, Can you not wade in eternity with me? Forget the endless storm in

Phantasmagoria by Danteholic, literature

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Phantasmagoria

I can taste your skin when it rains, a lingering moment on lips, the licking of languid ghosts, my tongue free of its mouth in nude traces of love. I have not forgotten your texture; if fills the air and mists my flesh in braille as storms race across memory. You are echoed off this galvanized roof with each drumming of water in ears and tempo in chest, crinkling of sheets, and straining of life You are the sweet scent I catch when it showers on hot concrete, warm and clean, thick in fevered joy. I cannot see you here in this dampened space, but I tremble all the same.

Breasts by Danteholic, literature

The Apathetic Lover by Glitterati, literature

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The Apathetic Lover

Lovely, The spider Doubt has spun a sarcastic web in me And, like the bumbling fly, I have flown straight to the center. And killed all the softness in my being (Concrete met my human stomach and forced the belief out of me.) Appease the mocking feline in me. She is reluctant and skeptical about all this feeling (Remember: spontaneity is like the gift of a fat field mouse to the gaunt and bitter stray cat.) Show me bare belly to bare belly contact, So I may remember that every cell in my body possesses feeling.

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About Innocence-Maintained

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Australia
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Dunedin, New Zealand
MP3 player of choice: i-pod
Shell of choice: hermit crab
Favourite cartoon character: Tin Tin
Personal Quote: "...I'm just chasing time..."

Favourite Writers

Jewel Kilcher, Sylvia Plath, Jim Carrol, Ted Hughes and Jeffrey Eugenides

Tools of the Trade

pen, paper and time

Other Interests

writing, playing with my d50, reading, travelling

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Innocence-Maintained

Feb 20, 2012

Hullo- I'm challenging my self.

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I don't know if anyone is still around, feels a bit echo-y around here! Anyway, I feel like awakening my creative soul again. Thus here is a new challenge I'm going to try and do. 1. Stardust 2.  Power 3.  Dawn 4.  Waterlilies 5.  Pregnancy 6.  Books 7.  Old 8.  Circle 9.  Sakura 10.  Geisha 11.  Nation 12.  Home 13.  Fear 14.  Life 15.  Trees 16.  Fairy 17.  Elf 18.  Story 19.  Animals 20.  Emperor 21.  Alice in Wonderland 22.  Queen of hearts 23.  Inspiration 24.  Doll 25.  Unicorn 26.  Witch 27.  Hate 28.  Cry 29.  Brothers and sisters 30.  Parents 31.  Runaway 32.  Travel 33.  School 34.  Friendship 35.

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Innocence-Maintained

Nov 15, 2006

work fiends and my cat

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So I managed to give my bessie cat soft tissue damage and a displaced hip. She was on my lap, and wanted to get off but fell and because she's a fatty it was a fairly heavy fall...and now she keeps whimpering and giving me wide eyed looks (think puss in boots from shrek). But she still lets me pet her and kiss her on the head, so I think she forgives me...but my poor little (well rather obese) bessie cat!!! also at work, this freaky oldish dude came in again. last time, i was giving him an ultrasound and he kept saying stuff about how my "daddy" would have "spanked" me when i was younger because i'm "such a naughty girl". Man, I hate being a

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Innocence-Maintained

Nov 12, 2006

The Virgin Suicides-must read-

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Saturday, November 11, 2006 | 0 "According to the boys' descriptions, Lux had lost weight, although we couldn't tell through the binoculars. All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up of the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water. A few boys mentioned the acidic taste of her saliva---the taste of digestive fluids with nothing to do---but none of these signs of malnourishment or illness or grief (the small cold sores at the corners of her mouth, the patch of hair missing above her left ear) detracted from Lux's overwhelming impres