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What was this? by british-doll, literature

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What was this?

I'm glad I got sick of you when this started off it was all so new. So shining and fresh, not unlike the layers you mask yourself with - hiding tired lines and tired eyes. It became slowly tedious to hear you, I was constantly scripting my words. Keeping just on tenterhooks our every interaction, because I didn't know what else to say. I won't deny that you're beautiful, but I doubt that you're always that way. You're a wolf in princess clothing, with your vintage tea shop dress concealing something less perfected. Don't think that I hate you, it's not that way at all my dear. It's just the limits of our interaction when c

Progression by british-doll, literature

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Progression

It's amazing how by thinking that you have control of something as soon as you need that control, it slips from between your weakened fingers. Welcomed sensations of being suddenly hopeless at the mercy of a guest once invited, now undesired. But how perversely undesired, how sick to want something this badly and yet lie awake at night in sweating fear of it. This error, my golden egg I will preserve until it hatches, and I will be born again. Body and mind this time to be set in perfect unbreakable harmony, I will not listen to you, well-wisher. As I bury myself in burgeoning solitude - despite days of broken promises to my own

Ignorance is Bliss by british-doll, literature

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Ignorance is Bliss

You want to know? You want full disclosure of details of my darkest deeds, the depths of my shadowy denial? because I'm not sick - but you'd think it, if you knew. You'd try and fix me, well I'm not broken. So let me continue with my self-adjustment, don't deny me my destructive little details I'm doing my best, can't you see? No, of course. You don't know, and I wont tell you.

Angel by british-doll, literature

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Angel

Ropes of hope and rarely seen places an angel found me hiding here a scarf around my neck, just waiting for someone to share my secrets with. 'all's well' she whispered in my ear 'if you keep up what you're doing' my scarf removed, coffee demanded, this little song began to play. 'you're mine,' she said, 'my little lady, one of my own whom I clasp to my breast' confused yet somehow satiated, because losing my way way never my plan. 'what comes next' my question then to her was asked succinctly. 'a day of rest' was her response 'get back, get back to the normality of life' hiding in a secret place, where no-one else could find

High-speed by british-doll, literature

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High-speed

Maybe I can't take the news but I need your honesty tonight. has she really finally left us? I wasn't Sure she could, when It came down to it.... You've said it all, I've not heard a thing. This is all moving way too fast for me, seven months, and she's finally done the impossible. I never believed it. I don't think I knew it would, or Could, make me feel this way. This is all Moving Way too fast for Me. She's left us her legacy, we have that to share but to imagine life, now she's gone. This is all moving Way Too Fast. I just desperately wish I could have been there. With her at the end. But desperate times called for des

Cookie-cutter love by british-doll, literature

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Cookie-cutter love

I stand still, the world keeps moving. You don't want me, I'll be hiding with my reality. Far away from you, and your far from cookie-Cutter love. You never understood what I love. Love. Never understood your crazy notions, Impulsiveness never my style. the persuasive glance with that Gleam in your Eye. I still wander Wonder? Wander. It was time to let you go not that long ago I hopped a train to anywhere to the intricacies of my mindscape hid from you in my reality. You never understood us. You her Me "US" I never understood your foolish notions. You Never understood Her factor.

Godspeed by british-doll, literature

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Godspeed

Call the wanderer, she's Coming home trials and tribulations wont bring her to her Knees She's got godspeed behind her. by the grace of Whoever, she'll be in our arms tonight. After so long. This again this again this again she can't believe she's doing this again. Complicated. Fatigued. torn. She begins her Voyage, I have come to meet her Dressed up in my finery Nobody else. Call my wanderer she's coming Home. Soon, soon, soon, too soon. her departure will be too soon. No Moment. No string of Moments no eternal moment will ever be enough.

Unacknowledged by british-doll, literature

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Unacknowledged

I think my life got a little strange back there mum's throwing plates at the Walls again, and I don't know why. maybe I just don't care? You talk like a child, You and Your unlived life. The potential untapped brings a Scream to my mouth but I'll never let it out and I don't know why. maybe I just don't care? This casualty was inevitable darling, breaking Furniture's never safe I can hear you speaking in my ear but I'm not Listening. I never really have, not in Twenty years. Why don't I listen? maybe I don't care? Maybe. You think You think You think You think But do you think? I wish I

Ode to control. by british-doll, literature

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Ode to control.

I think you need to rest a while, I've got some things to say: Whilst you've been adding to your pile, This girl's been playing away. That's right dear, I've broken your rules, taken what's mine for the first time, I'm sorry if you think I'm cruel - it's really not so bad a crime. You've held me back, year after year, from taking my true course. Whilst I was helped back by my fear, you were the driving force. No longer will I wait around to see what game you'll play, I'm done with staying on the ground, I'm gonna get my way. Time to take flight, this now I know. Time to be right, find how to show, that I've seen the light.

Stigmata by british-doll, literature

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Stigmata

I carry my war-wounds with a sick sense of pride scars that prove all the shit i've felt inside. I've been to the dark of existence plane's places, I've suffered more than I can openly admit. Searched for a lifeline, Called upon a saviour, Looked to the sky for redemption, Found myself unsaved. I'm still the girl I've always been, still stuck in the same old skin. I used to want escape, I used to want an emergency exit. Now I wear myself with Pride. Never denying all the tears I've cried. Don't yearn for salvation, Wont pray before the cross, Not fearing a lifetime of serv

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What was this? by british-doll, literature

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What was this?

The Teacher by british-doll, literature

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The Teacher

the role changes every day. she knows, they will carve her destiny for that particular, whether she will be mistress or slave, whore or pimp. she doesn't decide. it is not her decision to make. on some mornings, she will leave smiling. she knows, they are in charge, through merit of quantity, and whether she will win or lose, beat or be beaten. it's up to them. day to day. the questions are hers to ask. she knows the answers, they need to find these. whether they will respond or ignore, speaking, or silenced. is something for them. and the others. somedays she is a lover, a generous mother. she must give the love and attention

Summer by british-doll, literature

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Summer

A princess wears a holy crown wholy royal, from eyebrows down. Face framed with feathers whether fair or inclement weather. Her eyes are bright as gems, magnifying glasses to give sunburm. A cheek can wear a roses colour, women predictable as the Summer: It can pour in mid-july, by August, Summer says goodbye. A moment of reflection makes her dream, conceptions of a life much more serene.

Persistence by british-doll, literature

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Persistence

An emblem. A star. A hard-burning heart - embalming a part, allows us to learn, that we have come far from where we began. That we are not all that holds power in time. Some always must fall to something not mine, held not by reason or rhyme. The conclusion of this should we allow it to fit, is that our fragile existence is all that we have, and our dogged persistence will end with our grave.

Guardian by british-doll, literature

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Guardian

Fitting as always to need someone by your side. A faithful alibi who watches your back, while ensuring you hold up your every defense. It is so vital that nobody hurt you, that I will be your watchful guardian. The concept itself, is older than God, a watcher to help you get by, and not fear retribution, for things that may pass, I will not take the blame, But I will stay whilst you find a solution. I will find your solution, But I will not myself be it, or of it, like the melodies I cannot but would surrender for you. You are addictive, strong, and complex. As mysterious and ever changing as a river flowing mountain to shore. Y

Concealed Fantasies by british-doll, literature

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Concealed Fantasies

Concealed fantasies are something we all hide, a secret held inside. Elaborate. Night time sleepy stories, wishing for reality, in the dark of dusk. The thoughts stay till morning but dawn drags them away. I have dreams, just like you do. Just like we all do. Nobody sleeps without a private thought. A moment of secret, private love. Love, proximity, sexual subterfuge. A conversation that couldn't or cannot be undertaken. A lie that's never to be told. A hand that will never be held.

Too much of something by british-doll, literature

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Too much of something

destruction of expectation, leads to discussion. a let down can lead, to a failure. she wanted it all but he told her she wasn't allowed. denial of permission can lead, to depression. a tablet (or twenty) can lead, to a need for respite. she needed time off, and they gave it. too much of it. she lies in her bed the world spins in her head never opens her eyes just dreams, and lies, and smokes, and cries.

Interactive by british-doll, literature

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Interactive

I record with attentive ears the tense and frivolous discourse between two discerning adults. They should know better. They should see, like I see, what's going on. A charming smile, flirtatiously rebutted. A cross word (or a few) a cliched, non-committal reply. They banter incessantly - unnecessarily. "Verbal intercourse" is the best term for their converse. There are intervenors, who slip a few lines into their script, raise the stakes. They check and raise around the table, Poker faces betrayed by occasional glances. A meeting of eyes. A pretty face, looking up at a powerful man. A pretty face is not all she is. He i

A lesson learned by british-doll, literature

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A lesson learned

I am a train wreck, don't look away. I feel like a rainy afternoon, give me your attention. I need it to get me through the day, I can get it through ostentation. Put myself in the spotlight. Behave like an idiot, repetitive and trite. I can cry in public, blame that girl the girl from the rhyme, with her innocent curl. She was my adversary, days at a time, her words, little arrows, breaking me down. Came through my defences, caused me to frown. I have found a better defence now a way to combat, not to give in. If I bae my soul, just to one other, that's how I win. To tell her when I'm low, not hide it inside my barriers -

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bipolar by maniasdoor, literature

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bipolar

my emotions are like spilled paint, flooding the streets with an array of manic colors. the fumes rise into the air like the angel-sweet smoke from a stick of incense, and my peers are getting high off my mania laced with misery. [they'll never forget me after i'm gone, my epitaph depicting my fame]. i'm staring at the city skyline from the edge of a cliff, questioning my existence yet falling in love with the incandescent lights under the midnight sky, reflecting in my midnight eyes. i try to refrain from leaping off, slowly letting go of my education, my enemies, the memories that haunt my head like wailing pol

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About british-doll

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Artist // Literature

Sep 15
United Kingdom
Deviant for 16 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: Coventry, ENGLAND
Favourite genre of music: anything that says something
Favourite photographer: robert doisneau
Operating System: mac osX
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Skin of choice: my own
Personal Quote: if you call me a new-age, airy-fairy, hippie-dippy airhead, I will shove my crystals up your ass

Favourite Visual Artist

salvador dali

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

tori amos

Favourite Writers

robert frost

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music, playing guitar, writing illegibly, conversations in the dark.

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british-doll

Jul 1, 2010

Give me the art!!!1

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I've realised quite how much being here means to me :) I am currently refreshing the front page and commenting on lots of interesting things, so if you see my page as a result of seemingly random comments, do let me know. It's lovely to be absorbing so much art, especially photography, which is particularly grabbing me. Do you have a piece of work or gallery you'd like me to come and look at or comment on? Link me. Link me to people you adore who deserve to be noticed - GIVE ME THE ART, PEOPLE!!! Dolly xxx

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british-doll

Nov 12, 2008

Oh baby, it's a wild world

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Everything's changed for me, my life is almost 100% different to when I was last writing with any enthusiasm. I've started thinking about writing again, haven't actually got anything onto paper/hard disk yet, but I'm getting there. It's nice to be back, I hate the message saying 2,053 new deviations, and not being able to devote the time to reply to them all, and not wanting to show favourites, but from now on, devs will mostly get read, and get commented, cause I've really missed dA all this silly time I've been away. I've been moving back from France, finally, getting seriously depressed and better again, working all summer, and then been

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british-doll

Jan 21, 2008

With your perfect wings...

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Hello all :) B-D's in a nice introspective mood today. Life is going well, apart from all the SUCK which has been making it's way onto paper recently. I'll try and post something decent soon. I've been trying to put Godspeed to some guitar chords, which has been working out quite well, but because it's so randomly spaced, the song is working out without much of a hook, it's more of a story to music, and I don't know how well it sounds. I'm trying to sort out a house for next year back in England, and organise people coming to visit, and spending May here in France, and doing lots of lesson planning/actual work, so busy busy B-D, but it's