jadedcharlotte

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Besiege. by jadedcharlotte, literature

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Besiege.

A ghost that haunts, taunting, threads so frayed, you're pulling, wanting; it's more than I can bear. No share, for this burden that weighs me, every care displayed betrays, remains a strained scene; seen, and yet a slave. Free? The thought escapes me. Elusive to convey, this expidition to erase, defray and debase me. Face me, your take keyed; innate. Your sedate scene, insidious how it sates; deplete as you claim me. A ghost that haunts, taunting, threads so frayed, you're pulling; wanting. It's more than I can bear.

Limn. by jadedcharlotte, literature

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Limn.

I'm looking out over the city, it's 3:00am and the lights are twinkling in the rain. The wind whistles at my windows, and there's a soft candle glow that flickers at my side. I miss you, and it's bittersweet. I still have your number, and I'm too afraid to use it. I've tried and failed, tried and failed. For all the words I find, there's never enough, and I can't ever seem to make sense of it all. You lied, and it kills me. You think you've figured me out, but you haven't any idea. It's those actions that broke my heart, but you seem to think I'm lovesick- and sure, I don't deny my heart swelled for you, how could I? With so much history,

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Rise by jadedcharlotte, literature

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Rise

My heart, heavy, pounding, breathless, feeling so alive, my spirit, resounding, rousing up to thrive, rounding on a dime to find that yes, I have survived; and I surmise, so much more to eye than you and I. Restless, a wind beneath my wings that frees, and I've found intricacies, a subtlety that lies within, astounding casualties that none can see, though bearing minimum- a weight carried and tried, harried and pried, left to define in marks ripped, thick, and fine, and often blind. I bear mine, rebounding, a heart so heavy, pounding, and I'll whisper in the night before the fright, "there's light left in this life, surroun

Diffidence by jadedcharlotte, literature

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Diffidence

I think I may have broken- so many rules left unspoken, and I'm trembling in the wake. Mistakes? Or, just another weight placed cruelly on my heart, provoking? These heartstrings, light and fragile, supporting life, swift and agile, strife with shards so sharp; they're unrelenting, reflect an ache wholly unrepenting. Lonely eyes gone blind, yet seek, cold and fair, heart quite weak. Can time rewind for fools in love? Chest so tight, the beat is louder, but no, there's no one out there, no more than castoff rough. The night, stark, dark, and drawn so long, cradles what remains, sorrow in a song; lament, a shattered ever after,

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Bargain. by jadedcharlotte, literature

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Bargain.

I'm sick of the dreams plagued with your presence, the way my heart wrenches and stomach knots, to awaken bereft; you've been gone for years and I ache with your memory. Your memory etched in my bones, crude, serrated scars that mar; I wouldn't trade them for a fine, chiseled masterpiece. I am weary, and I long, and I tire of your ghost, your haunting eyes; these dreams pierce pieces within me I've long forgotten. Pieces you used to handle with care; remember the smile you gave me? My heart wrenches, and my stomach knots, and I'm aching with your memory; I wouldn't trade it.

Sentiment. by jadedcharlotte, literature

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Sentiment.

Summers remind me of midnight on rooftops, sneaking off for a swim at the river; memories that tug on heartstrings. Long days, clear, cold nights. I fell in love with the stars, then... I often wonder if these memories are lies, pieces of a happier time that I imagined to whisk away the nightmares. I wonder if those moments ever find themselves in your mind; thoughts and glances, and words we never spoke gliding just out of reach. Wonder if your heart ever races in remembrance; that thump, thump, thump that steals your breath for a time and holds you in a bitter, sweet spell, like you're falling. It's been years since I saw

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Oct 9
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Deviant for 18 years
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I write. More than that, I create. Is it cliche to say that my interests are too vast to list? Life is short, and I want to experience it in every way that I can. I want to learn. I want to grow. Feel. We struggle, but we move on. That's what I try to express when I create.

These pieces on this page, are only one part. Another part can be found on an alternate dA page, which isn't hard to find.

Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Life is what we make of it.

Favourite genre of music: Variety is the spice of life!
Favourite style of art: Art is a compilation of opinion, reaction, and conclusion. Every piece has a story to tell.
Skin of choice: The skin that binds me to this existence.
Personal Quote: Don't just exist, live.

Favourite Games

Life.

Favourite Gaming Platform

My subconscious.

Tools of the Trade

Empathy, experience, imagination, life, and the intellect to marry each.

Other Interests

Writing, poetry, drawing, creating, photography, music, laughing, dreaming, reminiscing. LIVING.

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jadedcharlotte

Mar 18, 2016

Lots of catching up to do, oh my!!

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jadedcharlotte

Apr 1, 2012

Nostalgia.

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So much of me yearns to come back here, to be a part of things again, but I can't help feeling like this is a place in my past. I lurk instead of contribute, and it's been hard to break that barrier. I do care for my friends here, and hope those of you never forget this, however silent my voice becomes. When I find it again, you'll know. Be well. :heart:

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jadedcharlotte

Jun 8, 2010

Run The World.

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To feel inspired, to feel enlightened, rejuvenated, awake. To feel capable, and able, to feel light as a feather carried on wind. To feel. Watch the sun sink beneath the sea, while the moon takes the sky and wear the stars as your blanket. Every footstep kissed and forgotten in the tide. Every problem coaxed away with the gentle caress of the breeze. Resilience. ----- More than a year later, and I still feel lighter than ever. Life is so much better when you push the curtains back, take a deep breath of fresh air, and take on the day with a new attitude. There's simply too little time to subjugate ourselves to a life unfulfilled. -The be