ManemArveri

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Today I met you at December 30th by ManemArveri, literature

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Today I met you at December 30th

Maybe it's my lack of sleep. Maybe it's my mind. Maybe it's the eclipse season. Or maybe, just maybe, I really did meet you last night, minutes before I woke up a second time to realize I'd been dreaming this whole time. How it crushed me when I woke. I vaguely remember your face, but your name I can't recall. I remember telling you about the apple cookies of my childhood, and I remember your hands stuffed tight into your jacket pocket, it was cold in the night that time. Or was it early in the morning after we woke? I'm not so sure, not anymore. I just know that my short time with you was the most comfortably vulnerable I've been in years. I asked you if you were cold, and you shook your head no. You said it was fine, as long as I sat beside you, you were fine. You said I was warm. And I know at some point I leaned my head on your shoulder, and I think you leaned on me too. I remember me shifting in my seat too, just so I could sit beside you better. I remember us two waking up in

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In Vain by ManemArveri, literature

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In Vain

I'm tired of getting myself rung out of feeling. I'm tired of getting cut over and over by the same blade I'm tired of the same hand that made me bleed in the first place. I'm tired of getting hurt, hoping that this time around, it will be different. You can't wound yourself over and over again, hoping to hide the old scars with fresh cuts and bruises all over your skin These wounds are not beautiful They are not adornments on your flesh If holding the pieces of broken glass together so the mirror would be whole meant piercing your fingers with their shards Is it really worth it? My dear, this is not love. This is being martyr to the pain

Lost and Found by ManemArveri, literature

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Lost and Found

I was on the edge, my love. I was looking down at the bright city lights And at the cars speeding by And I wondered what would catch me if I jumped I wondered what I’d feel If I jumped now, what would I see Reflected in the windows of these buildings? If I looked close as I could Would I see me? Or would it be a girl I’ve killed, a girl I’ve tried to forget, A girl that now ceases to exist? I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. I asked for a sign That this wasn’t the time I asked for a proof That this wasn’t worthwhile I asked for salvation, and your hand crept in mine. I asked for a reason, though with your pr

Oceans by ManemArveri, literature

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Oceans

Yes, I fell for you. Yes, simply your presence made my day and eased the clouds away. Yes, there was a time wherein I loved you. That's definite. But that moment when everything clicked, when your touch became fireworks and your eyes became the Milky Way, and your smile was my sun, and your voice was the music to my ears, for some reason I fell out. When everything started to feel so right, was the exact same moment it became wrong. I was supposed to yearn more for you, but I strayed away. I was supposed to smile when you did, but I bowed my head and hid. I was supposed to hold your hand, but I hid them in my pockets. I was supposed to

As Flowers Do by ManemArveri, literature

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As Flowers Do

During the spring, different shades and hues of colors bloom as flowers do. And we pick them, admire them, smell and value them, despite knowing that no matter how dainty these beauties are, in the end they still end up withered, shrivelled – dead. But we keep picking, not because we think that doing so is worthwhile, but because we know all things deserve a little splendour in the time they exist in this grisly, repulsive world – Even just for a little while.

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Today I met you at December 30th by ManemArveri, literature

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In Vain by ManemArveri, literature

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In Vain

Lost and Found by ManemArveri, literature

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Lost and Found

Oceans by ManemArveri, literature

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Oceans

As Flowers Do by ManemArveri, literature

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As Flowers Do

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this body is a shell of what i might have been by aidrielle, literature

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this body is a shell of what i might have been

the thing is i know what hunger tastes like my stomach is a brick wall waiting to crumble (just watch as these walls my mother built for me collapse) sometimes my ribs make guest appearances in my clothes in the mirror i am a disproportionate monster sometimes i catch myself raising my pinkie while eating trash and drinking poison sometimes it seems like i’ve been born for a life, any life, other than this one when i reach over my spine is practically shaking i can feel my body giving up under my fingers (i will it not to, but, even the greatest monuments collapse) sometimes i am a statue and my bones are marble granite gold silver but

tales from the bathroom floor by aidrielle, literature

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tales from the bathroom floor

when you vomit hard enough it starts tasting like candy like maybe if i close my eyes hard enough i will be transported back to my childhood where all i ever was was a child dreaming instead of the thing that i am now holding on to the bathroom walls for dear life (oh god oh god i hope no one hears this oh) in some mornings my mouth pukes but nothing comes out it was as if my body was willing itself to get rid of the sickness after vomiting i usually smile i wipe my mouth and i smile and when i look into the mirror i tell myself it looks as if nothing has changed when everything has

all that is dark loves all that is golden by aidrielle, literature

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all that is dark loves all that is golden

listen, i’m a flock of crows i’m the great symbol of death, all dark and brooding with my wings blocking the sunlight my songs are never pretty and i’m clever as death i mean only moonlight can reveal me the wolves are my servants here see, i’ve always craved for the glint of gold and silver always wanted everything that i am not my hunger burned inside me like Greek fire it tore me up like a hurricane, see my eyes are madness, sweetheart (i’m the symbol of sinners) this hole of a heart yearns to beat, but my blood is poison in my veins, my dear i can’t help but want refuge in light i’m a thief, yes,

Pain Is Not What Hurts Me by DontThinkJustJump, literature

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Pain Is Not What Hurts Me

“why do you love pain so much?” you ask. “because it knows me well,” i reply. “every inch of you?” a smile creeps up on my face. “every trickle of a tear, every drop of blood, every trace of a scar.” "and it doesn’t hurt you?” and with this, I could have laughed, because what kind of question was that? but I didn’t. because it wasn’t pain that hurt me. i loved pain because of its ability to dig into flesh. because of its ability to gouge into hearts. because it's the only reassurance that I am alive. because of its ability to help me back up, because I needed vengeance.

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Dec 19
Philippines
Deviant for 8 years
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Books. Guitar. Writing. Sketching. That sums me up pretty much.

Favourite TV Shows

Gotham, How to Get Away with Murder

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fall Out Boy, Radiohead, Ed Sheeran, Tom Odell, Beck, Foo Fighters, Nirvana, The 1975, Coldplay, Bon Iver, Green Day,

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Love and Misadventure, Lullabies,The Graveyard Book, TFIOS, Paper Towns, The Book Thief, Coraline, Wonder, Stardust

Favourite Writers

Neil Gaiman, John Green, Ransom Riggs, R.J. Palacio, J.K. Rowling, Lang Leav

Other Interests

Anything Literary and Musical