OneLessStair

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Digging up my Grave by OneLessStair, literature

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Digging up my Grave

where are you? i can't find you in this dirt i can't bear it through the hurt but i keep digging on i keep digging unearthing teddy bears clothes i used to wear snow globes of ice skating picturesque memories i wish i could have had where are you? my nails crack against the grain my back aches from all the strain but still, i keep digging on you have to be at the bottom you have to see the top you have to breathe fresh air if you're there - i will not stop won't stop digging and digging i hit the layer of clay-laced-nightmares i fight through the moonless night-terrors i keep digging. i keep digging i have to find yo

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Bald and Crazy by OneLessStair, literature

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Bald and Crazy

there's a monkey wrench in my schemes and there's a nightmare fly on the wall of this dream it's strange to rip yourself from every defense right now i'm losing hair like a madman loses sense laughing a second and worrying the next getting lost on the road and taking reality into context with shattering hope and just-as-fragile optimism there's no sense in pessimism but the world's weight is in skeptisism size up every opportunity and don't waste a moment

The Listless women by OneLessStair, literature

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The Listless women

the girl who lost touch in the throws of pillows and sheets learns how to look real and hides her leather skin with bleach And by night she might cry, but by day she won't break this is not the way of the listless girls who go to sleep and wish never to wake because by day, they don't wait Self-Destruction is their credo spiraling backwards into the air they make for beautiful infernos Because by night, they may wither plants starved for light in the dark in lonely pots of dry, pale earth Cooking up schemes to strike up a spark But for all the sin these women commit at least the martyr didn't die in vain They survive on mome

Some Songs by OneLessStair, literature

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Some Songs

some songs you listen to and you just cry. it doesn't matter how much or how little that chord, that note - the singular tone will catch you catch the breath right out of your throat and it almost seems to make you choke and stop, and stare because you hear the lyrics, but you don't because you see the image, but you don't because you know the meaning, but you don't the song turns soundtrack to memory the quake in the knees the begging in the please too much to bear but too much to let go the mind is caught on an emotion-loop that echoes even once the song is through.

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Digging up my Grave by OneLessStair, literature

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Digging up my Grave

perdition by OneLessStair, literature

Bald and Crazy by OneLessStair, literature

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Bald and Crazy

The Listless women by OneLessStair, literature

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The Listless women

Some Songs by OneLessStair, literature

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Some Songs

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They Had the Faces of Dolls by Fall2Ruins, literature

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They Had the Faces of Dolls

They had the eyes of dolls Glossy, vacant Eyes that followed, Eyes that watched Eyes that could tell you anything and nothing Eyes that drew you in. They had the faces of children Round and blossoming Sometimes smiling, sometimes blank Faces that were honest and faces that were open Faces with fearful lips They had the attitudes Of the Undefined Restless and weary, seeking purpose Attitudes that stood out, or were withdrawn Attitudes fashioned for whatever life threw at them. Attitudes... that stoned you with their strength. But their eyes were sunken in, and tired. Their faces were gaunt and hollow. Their attitudes were real

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Letters to my Women by OneLessStair, literature

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Letters to my Women

this poem was a little hard to write because i started writing it late in the night while music videos from the TV painted my room flashing blue i was watching girls between the ages of eighteen and... thirty two shakin' what their momma gave 'em, and i could only imagine how they were beggin' for some man to save them from what? The world they let rape them? good lord, My Women, help 'em see, this poem is to the women who came before me to let their spirits know i'm holdin' it down - i'm tryin' to be their legacy this poem to the women who were known only by their male pennames to the women who died anonymous - casualties of r

Letters to my Women

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Artist // Literature

Aug 25
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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She / Her

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My Bio

Twenty years strong in the same old town. Likes Rockabilly, scissor scraps, and Holga Cameras

Current Residence: Bitch Island, TN
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M
MP3 player of choice: tape deck
Personal Quote: "You've got to want it more than you're afraid of it"

Favourite Visual Artist

Degas

Favourite Movies

The Color Purple, a Clockwork Orange, Clerks, October Sky, Cold Mountain

Favourite TV Shows

Sons of Anarchy,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hawkins, Wanda Jackson, Falling in Reverse, Childish Gambino, Abigail Washburn, the Civil Wars, Cold War Kids

Favourite Books

Water for Elephants, Pulp, Shawshank Redemption

Favourite Writers

Bukowski, Myles, Williams, my great grandmother

Favourite Games

Fear 2 & 3, Fable 3, Left for Dead, Portal 1

Favourite Gaming Platform

Super Nintendo

Tools of the Trade

glue, ink, scissors, cs2

Other Interests

Rockabilly, mediums of self expression, tattooes, art, poetry&prose, the outside, retro things,

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OneLessStair

Sep 5, 2010

Weekends last for Weeks

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You know how it goes friday night finally closes in and you're getting ready, you've got just enough money, just enough time you've got your phone doing a million things at once and oh, it's so GOOD to be young! and god, when you get out? You go to that party, to that bar to that club and you're seein' stars! Your life is so far away from you right then and you get to live in a land of pretend Because you know people, people know you and they only know what you tell them - anything can be true You're fine with your house your care and your bills everything's paid up, now you can purchase some thrills Friday night can be every n

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OneLessStair

May 9, 2010

New DA

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So I finally shirked the adolescent coil of my old DA account, Fall2Ruins. It had a good run, and I'm going to be bringing over a few things to this account eventually. But, I like the new username and the new start. This account is going to be more visual-art heavy than verbal/auditory. La Vi!