Welcome, welcome! Here I am featuring the last winner of the dA-WritersRevolution membership drive, Dudet19!
When Miss Dudet isn't writing, she likes to sleep and listen to music. If she's not long-boarding, Dudet19 is rather fond of reading. She enjoys the books Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and1984. Edgar Allen Poe is one of her favorite authors. It's more than evident that she takes much of her inspiration from him in her writing. Dudet19 absolutely loves food! Especially, sushi! She also believes that she is adept at creating strange, yet beautiful descriptions. She is currently a college student from the southern United States, and she has the tendency to want to believe in people. It's always great to hear that some people still have faith in humanity!
Dudet19 is inspired by life and music such as "Rage Against the Machine" and "My Chemical Romance." She has multiple writing processes depending on what she is writing and her mood. While a happy mood may not be best for writing for her, she tends to come up with haikus when she is walking to different places. For her, poetry requires silence, and with short stories she enjoys being inspired by creepy instrumental music.
She has been writing stories since she was very young, elementary school even. In seventh grade, she began to write poetry in an attempt to express the ever changing emotions of that age. Despite losing her books, she has fond memories of her writings back then. Dudet19 likes to write poetry, if you couldn't tell by visiting her gallery! Sci-fi and horror are her fortes!
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When Miss Dudet isn't writing, she likes to sleep and listen to music. If she's not long-boarding, Dudet19 is rather fond of reading. She enjoys the books Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and1984. Edgar Allen Poe is one of her favorite authors. It's more than evident that she takes much of her inspiration from him in her writing. Dudet19 absolutely loves food! Especially, sushi! She also believes that she is adept at creating strange, yet beautiful descriptions. She is currently a college student from the southern United States, and she has the tendency to want to believe in people. It's always great to hear that some people still have faith in humanity!
glass organ.hearts like shattered glass
against windowpanes: painted
pieces make spectrums.
Cancerwhat is cancer?
is it the disease in my head
that spreads to
the rest of my body?
telling me to
find a way
just,
keep away
from my fears
but I'm afraid for a reason.
was cancer the disease that made me willing
to relieve
myself of all that i believed in?
was cancer the growth of the
lie that i owed
you some sort of
sexual redemption?
was it the lie that
i could sacrifice
so much of me
despite
who i know i am
is it the idea
that i owed
enough of my soul
to accept being miserable to please you.
to pay you back for
the nights you heard me cry
about my fears of giving all to anyone
and you not listening.
of my fears that brought me to tears
about what i let you know
from the get go
was going to be living death for me.
but your heard,
and you didn't listen.
Dudet19 is inspired by life and music such as "Rage Against the Machine" and "My Chemical Romance." She has multiple writing processes depending on what she is writing and her mood. While a happy mood may not be best for writing for her, she tends to come up with haikus when she is walking to different places. For her, poetry requires silence, and with short stories she enjoys being inspired by creepy instrumental music.
She has been writing stories since she was very young, elementary school even. In seventh grade, she began to write poetry in an attempt to express the ever changing emotions of that age. Despite losing her books, she has fond memories of her writings back then. Dudet19 likes to write poetry, if you couldn't tell by visiting her gallery! Sci-fi and horror are her fortes!
Toy Rocket.tied my heart to a toy rocket
in hopes of reaching Jupiter
the parachute breaks voyage
mission number one undone
plastic and thread
explode from cheap nozzle
and I rendezvous with the asphalt
a half heart dance right before rock bottom
the smell of sulfur lingers in my half of inch hair
and I try to kill the time it takes
to die from suffocation
I only aspired the heavens
to drown myself in
anti matter
but here I am
breathing my way to
the same destination.
In the junkyard's yellow car (morning glory)Taxi car give me a place to sleep
While all I have are month old receipts
Obituaries of the dollar bills
That once existed in the torn pockets of my coat
Turn on your radio, give me some heat
I've been alone for a month, no love do I keep
My only love are your torn leather seats
Taxi car provide me shelter to hide
'Cause the police are convinced it was a homicide
Memories of my loss, just..
Reminders in the ash tray
Start the ignition light my cancer, I'll deny the fratricide
You've been the one keeping me from suicide
But soon enough you'll have to decide
Taxi car let me tell you my story
My wife was my all, she was my morning glory
Her favorite flower gracing the entrance
As she put on her lipstick in the mirror
And I cried forever, my tears kept pouring
Until I was empty, a storage box with no inventory
Taxi car the world is freezing
Tell me, how you went on breathing
Your ancestor's exhale still sit in the very stitching,
in your rotting steering wheel
Well sleep keeps on teasing
I
Pray pretend.Pray pretend.
Because there's nothing left
Up the message
To heaven send
To the god you want to believe in
But your too convinced
You've suffocated within
This perfectly silent
Imaginary sin
Take me down
Along this road
Press
Play my lips
Syllables echo
Petition crowned
Upon my teeth
Towards holy ground
All too familiar
False hope to pound
Beating dead horses into the sound
Of the dying voices
From underneath
This hallowed earth
Beneath sacred feet.
All the angels say
Lets pray for them
Lets pray pretend
For those countless sins
Lets pray pretend
In blasphemy
To the god we serve
To what we're supposed to be
All the angels
Drop
Their bleached white robes
Upon the heads of withered souls
Oh dance my love
See underneath?
Skeletons they were
Under these sheets
Praying pretend
While we pray for real
Our broken souls
Beneath their veils.
Pray pretend
To the god we hope for
Up we send
This desperate crow call
To the god
That we abuse
That we curse, and hope
That we can use
To save us from
Our
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