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[Semi-Open!] Surprise Mini Art Commish

Aug 30, 2013

Surprise Mini Art: $11 USD / 1,000 :points: :star: SUPER DISCOUNTED! Normal price $16 - $27 :star: Rules: :bulletpink: These are discounted because I will reuse the line art as a P2U base. I will remove any traits that are unique such as closed species. :bulletpink: Simple characters only. I don't do commissions any more and am only taking a few to make base examples. :bulletpink: Not first come, first served. I only take them as I am able/inspired. :bulletpink: Payment first, please! Only if I accept your commission. :bulletpink: No refunds. :bulletpink: No edits. :bulletpink: Art will differ from the reference. I draw in a simp

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I Tear My Skin Away

I Tear My Skin Away I tear this skin from my body, And run... Even if the world screams, That I am only an illusion. I tear the bones from my legs, And crawl. Through pain, I will grow, Through suffering, I will become. I rip the muscles from my arms, These teeth from my jaws... And with nothing upon me, I carry on... Like a broken puppet, still shivering, Still forcing its way through the darkness; I tremble for I am nothing... And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams... I draw breath into these tired lungs, As I rip the flesh away... And I shatter these mirrors before me, With a voice that will not break: Because the world can

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I Tear My Skin Away by WordOfChen, literature

Literature

I Tear My Skin Away

this is a warning. by littleblueraccoon, literature

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this is a warning.

i. The first thing you need to know about people is this: we're shitty. ii. If you cut off our head, we will grow two in its place. We will divide and conquer until there's nothing left but tiny gaping mouths, clacking and salivating at the crumbs of an empire. iii. They tell me hurt is like a paper cut: quick and forgotten, forgotten. They're wrong. Hurt is the first step off a balcony, the first gasp in a chain reaction screaming from the railing to beyond the pavement. When I finally hit the ground, I looked up and saw my halo dangling from the edge, dented. iv. We cycle. He said, she said, I wanted, he lost, she won, I ruined

Ghost by chromeantennae, literature

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Ghost

Ghost i hold my own wrist, as if it's broken, 'cause there are no hands, available left to hold it. to rest in the base of your touch cannot happen. it's much too tough to ask. so i sit staring into a blank field, eyelids empty, body in reverie, mind in ennui, sick of you and i. i love you but hate i fell too deep into the pool, of what I thought was true. 5 feet, 5 inches, brown locks, spectacled eyes once folded around my 5'7'' frame, now left a shell. my arms hold me, as i clutch my abdomen, and rest against the floor. i lie there, knowing the pain will finally stop but aware, that it's just beginning. because the hardest part a

When Stars Collapse by HugQueen, literature

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When Stars Collapse

This is how you bespeckled my bones with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart whispers and slumbering secrets into my fingertips. You infused awe into my joints, causing me to ask how snowflakes got their shape and how long would it take to get from the Sun to Capella. You taught me that energy is neither created or destroyed; stars do not die. Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you told me that they evolve, they change into something entirely different, or not so different. I now know we are made of the same particles as someone or something else. We began someplace together. We're made of so much more than "star-stuff", we are made of each

You only fly for a little while by Tangled-Tales, literature

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You only fly for a little while

She was just four years old kicking her feet harder and harder, as the swingset creaked and cracked She finally reached the peak, jumped off, and said, "Mama, I'm gonna fly." and so she did; three feet into the air, sticking the landing like a gymnast And I wonder everyday if those were the same words she muttered before jumping off that bridge, unable to remember, you only fly for a little while.

Awake at Night by FightingIsolation, literature

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Awake at Night

I've lost the strength to speak to you. I'm looking at you here beside me, Curled beside me like a dream come true, Breathlessly mouthing my heart's revelation. I've but the courage to lie awake, Staring at the ceiling as you sleep. The pictures of us are framed on the wall, And my smile forbids me from rest. With the thought of the coming dawn, I fight back the urge to laugh. Because, with sunrise on the horizon, I can see the bright future ahead of us. I see the life I'll live with you.

picture death. by Pretty-As-A-Picture, literature

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picture death.

I couldn’t bring myself to bury her. I couldn’t bring myself to empty the ground of dirt and of earthworms and of the spindly weed roots, and fill in the ochre gap with her body. Her coffee-cream fur held her tiny skeleton from falling out when they hit her. I try not to think of miniature beat-less hearts and mute lungs. I never saw her dead, but I can imagine. They found her on the median strip. Breathless and still by the endless whoosh of traffic. In my mind I see Mum’s face; I see her heart throbbing at her feet and her cradling the dog, like a precious baby to her chest. I see the love flowing down her withered cheeks

The Sun and the Moon by FightingIsolation, literature

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The Sun and the Moon

Spoken words and a crumbling tower, A great death of happy memories. Broken heart and a mumbling coward, A blow to pride, to hope, to dreams. Woken anger and a rumbling thunder, A lust for sweet, vengeful rebound. Token attacks and a humbling slap, Another broken heart to the fire. As the fire dies, at the end of it all, In the smoke and pain of hopelessness, Two people drifted apart, One North, One South To separate dreams, separate beds, And calmer bays of day and night.

If The Sun Could Whisper by HugQueen, literature

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If The Sun Could Whisper

I watch as your latex skin, folds against the breezes and then melts into puddles of solidified sunshine. Your lips smacked poison against mine; with our first kiss I was already dying. My mouth was filled with holes that leaked words of unused wisdom and I pretended to wonder about the constellations that you erased with your thumb. And about your bones that crashed into the earth. But there were no meteors to coat your fall. How did you survive?

A message to the broken by Tangled-Tales, literature

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