Newest Deviations
CoyI should be sainted for my guarded gate. You compliment on my clever catch, and I repay in kind. We are sisters behind these bolts,Coy
in whispers, chides, and tease- our corset lace, his puppet’s strings. We are not cruel;
it is a simple matter of security. Women are as gems to men; our worth, directly equivalent
to their required efforts. Let them mine the shafts exposed to open air, pound away incessantly; they will soon learn
those whores house nothing more than shiny pebbles beneath their petticoats. Men will not toss away th
by ~007-spunkpunkmunk
The Capture of the Lotus-EaterI sing smiles to quell these Circe’s pigs, humming a low, honey-covered dulcet to soothe their aching hooves. Fear not, I hum in lullabies to these men of men, these sow-kings that have littered my bedroom floor as I have littered their mantles. I am a woman, all soft words, warm hands, full of down and air. I am no threat.The Capture of the Lotus-Eater
My nights are spent, all wasted on giggling along and prancing after their slinky-tails as some wisp of a doe-eyed fawn, all made for draping and scraping my knees on the floor. My work is still done orally, but now I own the si
by ~007-spunkpunkmunk
How I Learned my NameAt the height of my adolescence, the fervor of my staunch objections had forced my political science teacher into early retirement.How I Learned my Name
His replacement had been a native to the Bay Area, back before silicon, when the land was made of orchards. Eighteen years in France had been enough to make him an honorary foreigner in his hometown. A middle-aged, balding man with glasses and a Buddha belly, he bared no small resemblance to Pier 39’s most beloved residents. Before each lesson, he played original recordings of Kerouac and Billie Holiday, and lectured w
by ~007-spunkpunkmunk
Alternative MeansAlternative Means of InterrogationAlternative Means
I am no earnest Earth’s child, I am no landscape-lover, and I am no closer to your heart than you are to the sun.
I am a patient pupil. Give me what I have seen from El Greco, Monet, Titian. Speak up, I eagerly Await your insight. I will sit at your feet and pluck nervously at your grassy hairs until your lessons begin to seep in.
I have come with open palms to collect your muse-sap, yet I am left with nothing but a vague impression of the knots in your hide, which fall invisible against the wh
by ~007-spunkpunkmunk
Random Favourites
March 4th - Heavens PizzaKnocking on heavens door, I heard footsteps echo around me and a voice ask, “Who is it?” politely. I replied,March 4th - Heavens Pizza
(as with all of my customers):
“Pizza delivery”
The wrought iron frame creaked as the door swung open. A crowd
peered intently at me. Hundreds of people; friends lost, family, strangers, and a lone figure; He may have been Jesus,
by ~007-Tuksha
27. ForeignThe taste of peppermint on my tongue, somehow reminds me of27. Foreign
You, and how many
places you took me last
fall.
(I'm trying to limit my intake of mint-flavoured candies this season.)
I told the boy in the middle about my restrictions, and he told me that Jack doesn't accept defeat.
I told him that no
by ~LabelMeLow
The Rumors said"I've done nothing to you; I've done nothing wrong!"The Rumors said
(but you have. you have.) "It's not my fault."
(you made the stars fall.) "But I didn't mean to." (you broke the cycle.)
"You are breaking my heart."
(I don't believe you)
"I don't trust you."
(you're conceited)
"You're vindictive."
(at least I'm honest)
by ~LabelMeLow
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“We’re heading to the sea,” Archer told the clump of leaves. “Want to come?”
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- a normal month?
- an iambic pentameter month?
- an acrostic month?
I vote normal, personally. I just know that this is going to be an extremely busy month for me.
What say you, fair maiden?
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Good luck babe!
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Je veux seulement oublier.
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“We’re heading to the sea,” Archer told the clump of leaves. “Want to come?”
Main account: ~Misaki408
Party: *007-WriteOff
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Je veux seulement oublier.
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