BurntStrawberries

Completion is evolution of soul

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Turning in by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Turning in

The voices say embrace the absence it's all you have now and still I cower like a frightened child without you i am sure that i will be stuck between two foreign worlds so surreal to peer in through the slim openings and to feel isolation taking hold where confusion once was centerfold my heart was there for you to take but it beats softly, and does what it's told i am unsure of an escape there's no route out of my mistakes i am encircled in guilt to feel the things that I have felt with shakes and shivers i progress through the world's great fortress of lonely people and forged laughter but on my face a smile i plaster to

Self-repression. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Self-repression.

Sooner or later I'm going to have to face reality and suck up whatever bit of excitement you've allowed me, shoving it right to the back of my inside-self and then overcoating it in layers of self-repression, a concoction to wipe clean my over-worked anticipation- it's-time-to-move-on and maybe all i will be left with is a weary light which I practice ignoring and it is lit by an incessantly foolish hope which I some how can't shrug off quite accurately so I bury these ripe ambitions (i try, i try) i drum sanity into my mind and numb out the obtrusive call that speaks with notes hitting deeply beneath the flesh, right into the tr

Warmth. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Warmth.

Carve a place into your wooden heart for me. Let the furnace be fueled by strength, turn out the neon light of electricity... be kept warm with the words we do not speak, let the fire burn onto your tongue for me. Linger onto my name when lips are dry and cracked. I draw fresh understanding in with each new breath I take with each resonating thought that fell down from the coolness of the air that lived unkempt, and unchained vibrations echo, ringing my name. There is a place for you and me, our kind seems lost among a forgotten century refined by nothing but the direction of the wind let it all go up in smoke, every item, ever

You painted over my name... by BurntStrawberries, literature

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You painted over my name...

You were going to call but then you met someone else and forgot I existed you were going to come find me but you found something more exciting and the wind blew you away. You planned to come stay but things became complicated and you changed directions. You travelled elsewhere, you disappeared. You were going to write but you had nothing to say. You were going to fight for us but there was nothing worth fighting for. You were going to hold me and pull me in for that long-awaited kiss but your lips had been poisoned by some other heart and you painted over my name you tore up my picture in your mind and with one breath of

What is good. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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What is good.

I am inlove with the world I root myself in its core I suck sunlight off the sand I blow a kiss to the clouds and let my hair hang out. I stretch out my arms and howl to the moon we stomp our feet in a rhythmic tune, jolts of ecstasy in the garden of all things good my sadness is pardoned. I lose myself in the solace, and find my center entering an awakening embrace with what cannot be said or seen I have this enigma embedded inside of me I take pleasure in what is good, and untainted it's unveiled beneath the greyness and dwells inside me making me shudder while darkness is overwhlemed with daubs of bright colours...

As it is here. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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As it is here.

Savour the moment Right now As it is here Its flavour on my lips Its scent surrounds me And I am open with embrace I trace the silhouettes of shapes I see And absorb every detail I worship the present And reside purely inside its womb I find solace in my existence As pure and simple As it is true I experience happiness today And shrug off my worries of tomorrow I drain my canvas of all sorrow And seek the light Which creeps inside Right now I am at one with all things I am alive, I grab onto this gift And for a second it is mine While with every turn of the dial The cycle is wiped clean of wha

transformations by BurntStrawberries, literature

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transformations

Why do you surrender yourself to a false divinity To a false sense of entitlement To misleading ideals? Why do you get lost within the context of misunderstandings And insecurity birthed from deceit? Why do you shy away from progress And disregard evolution Simply because you cannot comprehend what you cannot control? Living freely does not mean floating along to where-ever circumstance takes you, without being able to direct yourself- Be spontaneous and easy-going at times There is room to drift, to be undecided But that does not mean we should shut our eyes in the light of revelation, We should not hide from the less

Bare existence. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Bare existence.

Something has been stirred in the stillness inside of me Something previously dead has now gained new life Something blinded and cold is now colourfully warm the empty space is temporarily full. In this instance, contained by bare existance I find the ears to hear, and the will to listen a new sound plays through my being I can now feel without feeling. I can now dream without dreaming and slip through the contents of confusion I fall head-first into illusion- surreal, this life feels. Like a fantasy world which I am featured in- stale things descend and starting points begin. I am recharged with vibrancy, and remotivated slight

In my world... by BurntStrawberries, literature

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In my world...

I live in a world made of make-believe things. Occupied by fantasy, I struggle to define my reality I find myself drifting in the great in between as the differences among us start to merge with the shadows on the walls and the cracks, and crannies, the crevices are somehow made perfect again by nothing more than a trick of the eye. I live in a world where imagination dominates and it becomes difficult to separate the black and white- we live in a place where everything is grey but we get by anyhow dreaming up colours which don't really exist, but it grants us happiness, which means we must be doing something right, su

A Personal Definition. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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A Personal Definition.

These feelings dwell inside of me Waiting to be expressed, and the secrets hidden beneath my skin are only waiting to be confessed... Sometimes I cannot stand the Squealing, screaming sounds of madness Somehow suppressed and well contained Inside myself, to avoid the pain Of staring truth in the face Until my lies encompass me and leave me feeling empty. And then there are those fine moments, Marking life's greatest of all gifts I liberate what was previously tucked away, estranged between my lips. I know not the bounds of happiness Only what form it may, at times, assume And in these moments I am clean From the internal sens

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Turning in by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Turning in

Self-repression. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Self-repression.

Warmth. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Warmth.

You painted over my name... by BurntStrawberries, literature

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You painted over my name...

What is good. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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What is good.

As it is here. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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As it is here.

transformations by BurntStrawberries, literature

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transformations

Bare existence. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Bare existence.

In my world... by BurntStrawberries, literature

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In my world...

A Personal Definition. by BurntStrawberries, literature

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A Personal Definition.

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Turning in by BurntStrawberries, literature

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Sep 25
South Africa
Deviant for 14 years
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Wow, I guess I am one of those people who cannot be described in any small amount of space... Sentences can't really explain me, which is ironic since words are what I go by. I definitly don't fit into any category- none of us would like to, but I don't really mind, it's just that I don't beleive we can be labeled and have our indentities equiped with any code of coduct. I'd love to make a difference, to any person, anything, in the smallest ways possible.
I like living in the moment, writing, going out, partying, playing guitar, being with my friends, art and creating things.
ummm... my favourite colour is purple, i love cows and i was born upside down- seriously.
As I said, these about yourself things are strange for me, especially when I learn more about myself and uncover things I did not know every single day.

Favourite genre of music: Trance, anything alternative and acoustic with a nice vibe, mellow rock, reggae and more haha.

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Across the universe

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Rumi

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I JUSTLOST THE GAME!

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Writing, guitar, music, friends, partying, relaxing, drawing, laughing, baking.

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BurntStrawberries

Jan 2, 2012

Why I don't believe in 'New Year' Resolutions.

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Lately, I have been experiencing some trouble with the concept of Resolutions birthed around the New Year. This is due to numerous reasons, particularly because - although the New Year marks a "physical" representation of a point in time ending, and a new starting point beginning - time is elusive and an illusion. And with this being said, every day is a new beginning. Every day presents us with an oppurtunity to have goals which we plan to achieve or reach or work towards. Anyway, I looked up what resolution meant in the dictionary. I found these meanings which I thought fit: 1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.

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BurntStrawberries

Dec 8, 2009

becoming.

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identify. accept... work with it. move on... somethings are easier said than done i can't stop thinking my feelings and feeling my thoughts i'm slightly wounded but i'm a tower, a bulletproof vest, a shining light. trying. it'll be okay. it is okay. what does okay even mean? got to keep on doing this, if i don't I shall fade away and what a pity that would be, so i have got to keep on. Don't we all?

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BurntStrawberries

Aug 30, 2009

Thank-you

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I'm not sure if most people have times in their life that are really, sometimes, small but highly significant. Things that you'd like to pinpoint, or add to your list of importance... Things that you'd wear on your shirt as a badge, or written on your Tshirt, not to gain credit or popularity but just to share this amazing "whatever" with the rest of the world. Humans are weird. I know. But, what I'm getting at, is some things mean alot, and that meaning is the fuel which powers all our greatest attributes and feelings. New inspiration. This happiness is true satisfaction, it leaves the "void" in us all, more fulfiled. I know it is a muc

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Electric-blue-berry

Nov 15, 2011

Loving your poetry its amaize

you talented beautiful lady xx

Poetrymann

Jun 20, 2011

bububoubou

Mar 31, 2011

thx a lot for the fav

Meicowie

Nov 17, 2010

Phht. get off deviant art! You should be studying

BurntStrawberries

Nov 17, 2010

says you- naughty naughty.
I'm addicted, can't you tell?!
pah ha ha.although that is quite true, I probably should be studying, I have realized that writing poetry is way more fun

LOVE YOU lots
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hey!!
cool gallery!!!