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About Me Member Wannabe Novelist Clare Louise21/Female/United Kingdom Recent Activity Deviant for 10 Months
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SometimesSometimes writing is joy, unabashed and unstoppable seeping through every pore onto pink post it notes and hastily scribbled love letters.   
Sometimes writing is therapy. A hard truth won long ago when my house was carpetted in my last lover's lies.   
Sometimes writing is pain. Three new notebooks could not wipe clean the blood from my hands the year my brother died.   
But now writing is only empty. You don't deserve my words, so beautifully contemplated and painstakingly altered. These plumped up words bring me no joy, therapy nor even pain, they bring me nothing. Sometimes I ask whether you were worth it. &n Sometimes
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exertionI tried to write you  a letter, but you took my  words alongside my heart. exertion
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daniel.daniel,   
he had clear blue eyes, as different from your murky brown as could be, but as his name slipped through his large smiling lips, so unlike your cracked thin frown, i fell three years previously.   
its so unfair on him, the dent you left. daniel. you always should have had a more unusual name, you were too exotic, too different to be a daniel, but now you’ve marred the chances for everyone I meet with parents too unimaginative to consult the baby book further than its seventh most popular name.     
the shock on his face, as i took one, two and three steps backwards, turned and disappeare daniel.
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I remember - Part 2Arguments and silences scatter our days  Cold winds threaten hearts  And the Beatles threaten marks  But yet still I melt under your gaze.   
 
 
 
 
I remember our first kiss.  As if it was yesterday.  
 
We’d been sat at that large oak desk in the back right hand corner of the top floor of the library, you know the one with ‘Fuck Bush!’ scrawled in pink highlighter across the left hand side, our regular  meeting place of the last few weeks.  We’d started planning a presentation on the crusades for the following day but as usual you’ I remember - Part 2
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Everlasting   He could see the first traces of the moon, faintly touching the treetops with a liquid silver light, as well as the face of his beloved, sleeping peacefully for the first time since he had arrived for the weekend. Her brow wasn’t creased, she didn’t mutter, nor did her breathing go irregularly, and when he listened to the pace of her heart, he found a steady beat.   
   ‘I love you,’ he whispered, his lips curling in a soft smile when he heard the rythm speed up a notch. He saw she had the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, and her face, illuminated by the moonlight, was a view Everlasting
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Origami Hearts: Chapter 3Origami Hearts: Chapter 3   
I should've hated Cassie after that.  I should've told her off.  Told her what she'd done was wrong.   
But I was too weak.   
So instead of storming into the cafeteria with fire in my eyes and harsh words on my tongue, I'd joined the two and laughed along with them.   
"Did you see the look on his face?" Cassie said before bursting into a fresh bout of giggles.   
I'd seen hurt.  Shame.  Embarrassment.  Bewilderment.  None of it was funny, but I grinned anyways and said, "Yeah."   
It took me a Origami Hearts: Chapter 3
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Origami Hearts: Chapter 1Origami Hearts: Chapter 1   
I was barely seventeen when he died.   
It's raining, but I toss my umbrella aside and kneel down before his weathered gravestone. The wet blades of grass stain my knees with patches of green, tickle my bare legs. I don't care.   
It's April 16th. The 20th anniversary of his death.   
Reaching forward, I trace my fingertips over his engraved name. Shay Michael Shroeder. It was odd to me that when they finally got his name right, it was too late.   
"Hey, Shay," I say, lowering my eyes. I imagine that I am touching the soft skin of his arm instead of the cold marble Origami Hearts: Chapter 1
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Noiselessness.He picked up the phone. Stared at it. Traced the outline of her number with his eyes, hearing it ringing in his mind, imagining her picking up and saying, “Hi David. Guess what, I’m not mad anymore.”          He carefully pressed the On button. The dial tone blared. He kept looking at the numbers, half expecting them to jump out at him, to pull out his hair and bite his skin. He thought of calling her, then decided that it would be a waste of time. But then a tiny voice in his head, that hope he hated but clung to with all he had in him, whispered, But what if…          His rational self took over again and he even shook his head th Noiselessness.
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I can't compete with history

Sun Dec 20, 2009, 6:32 AM
I'm having a really emo day music wise today, I keep looking at the lyrics of the songs I'm listening to and thinking 'jeez Clare brighten up life is good'. That said, the words and images are horrendously beautiful.

Still, life is good. I'm sat here reading for my dissertation and writing pages and pages and pages of notes, listening to radio one, secretly counting down the minutes until the chart show (and supporting Joe for what its worth, I dunno all this RATM malarky, don't get me wrong I like RATM, I have a couple of albums, but it seems to me its all these pretentious 'i like to think i'm cool' twats (for want of a better word) that are getting all into it, and if you ask me they need bringing down a notch or five, maybe you hate xfactor, maybe you think its killing the music industry BUT WAIT ONE SECOND, aren't you too cool for the chart show anyway?) BLAH, poorly written rant over.

Just had a text from my friend boasting about the snow, but I'm quite happy with my pretty little sprinkling here! I'm just grateful my dad's flight home from India was ok, and that my boyfriend got back to oxford safely last night. How is it with everyone else anyhow?

So in other news I'm trying to rework my haiku [link] to send to the boy. But I'm struggling to get the syllable count right (I know it doesn't have to be perfect, but he's not as educated in these things as us so he'll make a fuss otherwise).
Anyway I've got this . . .

I tried to write you
a haiku, but you took my
words when you stole my heart.

I'm a syllable over on the last line, hmm.


ANYWAY.

How is everyone?

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'New age tradition and juxtaposition
She's all and she's nothing today.
Knows what she means as she's setting the scene
But she struggles for something to say.

Cynicle romance in comfortable shoes
And skin that's completely her own,
She traces her path from the present to past;
Steps that meter how much she has grown.

Head full of maybes and present and past,
The then and the now and today,
She's finding her feet on the road she must meet;
Just a girl who is making her way.

She knows what she wants and she'll find what she needs.
She'll find it in her own sweet time.
Steadily balancing heart head and soul
As she navigates reason and rhyme.'

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=warnaiman Dec 24, 2009, 12:51:09 PM
:snowflake: :xmas:HAPPY HOLIDAY :party:have a nice day:snowflake: :xmas:
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~answersonpostcards Dec 27, 2009, 4:04:38 AM
hehe, thanks! and a happy holiday to you too! i hope you had a great day! :D

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=StarBoyDeath Dec 20, 2009, 6:37:17 PM
Thanks so much for the :+fav: on How My Eyes Are Glowing, I really appreciate it!

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~answersonpostcards Dec 21, 2009, 10:34:31 AM
You're really very welcome!

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I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside
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=StarBoyDeath Dec 21, 2009, 3:18:20 PM
:hug:

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*Tworoads Sep 14, 2009, 3:30:13 PM
Thanks for the fave!

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~answersonpostcards Sep 15, 2009, 2:17:59 PM
you're welcome! :heart:

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~merveilleux-terreur Sep 2, 2009, 7:46:56 AM
Thank you so much for the watch :iconblackheartplz:
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