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Mimic
You there?
Oh.
Um, hi.
Hey uh, I'm sorry
And I miss you and am just,
Very confused, slowly dissociating, I'm
Empty. I feel numb.
Because well, I miss you,
Really, I still love you
Or at least I think in some kind of way,
Kind of a friend way, but also an
Enamored "I want to cuddle you" way, and
No matter what, in an "I care about you way".
My god, I miss you but I regret everything but
Everyday I remember you and I smile,
Do you ever miss me? Even as a friend
Or do you ever want to hold me again like I do, and
What do you even feel, I can't read you it's like you're
Not a human, just a character playing your part-
Again, I'm so sorry, I can't sleep at night
None of my dreams are free of you, and I'm
Dissociating, my mind is disconnecting
Knowing me, you probably expect no less,
I can pretend I'm over everything but
Loving you was my
Livelyhood, now I'm dead, I guess,
Everyone can see the thorns in my sides, and I ask
Do you still feel the same way? But you're the one that's okay.
My ba
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Diguise
You there?
Oh.
Um, hi.
Hey, how are you? I'm good
And I miss you and am just,
Very bored, kind of sleepy, I have no
Energy, I'm drained, I'm tired.
Because well, I've just been busy,
Really, nothing abnormal,
Or at least I think it's pretty normal,
Kind of the most average you can get if you ask me,
Everyday it's the same old thing, and
No matter what, I just can't get off track.
My god, I haven't heard your voice in a while,
Everything's good with you right?
Don't know what you've been up to
Or what it's like where you are, the
Weather, it's really great here
Not a cloud in the sky, not a wind passing by.
Again, let me know how you've been, I just
Never get to see you anymore and I don't want to
Distance myself anymore, I really miss you a lot.
Knowing you, you're probably just busy, and
I have too much time on my hands,
Life that works like that sometimes,
Like the universe doesn't want us to align, but
Everyday the same dream, you're probably just
Doing your own thing, you always di
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Freedom
His troop stormed the guards
and his key unlocked the gates,
he has freed me from the man
that with fire sealed my fate.
His love, it gives me wings
that let me fly for years
away from the horrid man
that wasted away my tears.
And his taste, it heals my scars,
his ambrosial lips with mine.
They will away the marks
some cruel man left behind.
Our hearts, they'll beat as one,
a new chapter has begun.
And with him I swear I'll soar away
from a man who melted me like the sun.
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Wax and Ashes
December,
frigid December.
I always think back to that December,
a month so cold that I can only think
of the fire I craved, the heat I desired,
the warmth that had me beg for more.
I was so taken by its glow,
so addicted to its calidity
that when the flame had burnt out
I went through withdrawal.
The fire that burned me
and made me its wick,
it melted me,
it used me up,
it wasted me away.
For the light that I found a home with
was so easy to spread
that it ignited so many like me
and burned us,
crumbled us,
the love and desire we needed
left us as ashes,
as shards,
as irreparable pieces.
He keeps a gallery of us, you know.
A hall of those he's burned through,
he places the ash turned sculptures
on display, in a trophy case of sorts
but you can't break the glass
and there is no key.
We can never take the ashes back.
And the wax armor I once brandished
has been melted, liquefied,
I've lost it forever.
I have no more to give.
For I am Icarus,
though now without his wings
and the sun has
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Tidal
By the sand and the sea
that's where you'll find me.
Oh the crash of the waves
I could listen for days.
The wind in my face
and my palm on your heart
is this where paradise starts?
So let's just kick back
while no one's around
we can bathe in the sun
and bask in the sounds.
With your tidal heartbeats
and the feel of your gaze
if this is how the wind blows
take me where the tide flows.
In my dreams
I see you and me
we've got no anchors
we're offshore and free.
Can I lay in your arms forever
on a beach with perfect weather?
'Cause that sounds
like heaven to me.
When the waves roll back
and the blue's far away,
in times like that I
hope you'll still stay.
In the soft glow of the moonlight
or reflections of the blue skies
that sounds like heaven to me.
I'll be here by your side
to the endless skyline
If the rain starts pourin'
then we'll just ignore it.
When our lips touch
we'll make the sun rise
then in the moonlight
we can wade the high tides.
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Eden's Treasure
Can we lie under sunset clouds
with our friends laughing all around
on a pastel hammock, your hands in mine,
your head on my heart, I wish I could freeze time.
The breeze passes by my ear
and I run my fingers through your hair
and like a cliche romance story
we bask in the sun and blissful glory.
I speak softly into your ear
and I hope my words will let you hear
that I think we were meant to be
even if you don't feel that towards me.
I wish we could just do this forever
under a tree and some clouds, this lovely weather,
on a summers eve that's sweet and fair
like the sunset hues that highlight your hair.
On a sunny garden day
I've found my Eden, please let me stay.
We can reap the fruits of joy and pleasure
'cause "wherever you are, I've found my treasure."
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Icarus' Absence
You can see the newspapers on the driveway
that he would collect before I'd arrive.
The basketball hoop lies on its side,
its not tipped,
it fell over and died.
The flag he flew on the lamppost fades into grey,
the grass is uncut
and weeds choke the flower box.
He's lost his wings,
fallen to an unknown destination.
Not even with the stars can I find him,
the stars fall with him.
And when he's gone the garage stays shut
so I wait out in the rain,
drenched in the wax tears of gods.
When it's foggy,
I'm now living in a ghost town
just around the corner.
When it snows
there's nobody there to aim at me
but there's also nobody to lend me their coat.
And when the sun peeks through the trees
it's a reminder that he's watching down on me
and that he's okay;
Icarus chose to fly to the sun.
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Cutting Back the Thorns
They all would wilt for you,
water you and nourish you,
wish the best for a blossom like you but
you are no flower,
you are but a thorn.
If you were to be a rosebush you'd
claim you're that beautiful,
decadent rose on top
but you're the sharpest, nastiest thorn
that people make a mistake of touching
when they pick the goddamn rose that you're not.
So instead of going for the best looking flower,
I go for the least amount of thorns.
Or, I get the garden tools.
I can cut the stem from the flower
and just have the good part
and cut you off,
make you wilt,
make your insides bleed.
I can wear gloves to protect myself,
or dig you up all together,
throw you away like the trash you are.
I will choose to take the good
and leave the the bad to feed to the wolves,
I'll leave you for the wolves.
Just kidding, they wouldn't want you.
They'd want some substance in their meal
and you're just shallow.
You put on a gorgeous, happy, loving facade
but you only have hurt when you look below the surface.
Y
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Planetary
Diana is calling upon Asteria,
to end an insane reign of hysteria.
To rip the chains from Pluto,
to heal Neptune's transfixion.
To catch me when I fall from Caelus,
to break Saturn's hourglass.
To calm Jupiter's winds,
to appease Mars' barbarity.
To stop Terra's shaking,
to tranquilize the lust of Venus.
To end the thievery of Mercurius,
to shade me from Apollo's brilliance.
And from the sun I can see
a planet, in between.
Undiscovered, unappreciated, unknown;
hidden, so it cannot be owned.
A secret, they keep it well,
for Mercurius and Apollo will never tell;
but Vulcanus lives, though is not seen,
but I will reach there one day, for he is my dream.
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Literature
Don't Give Me Reading Quizzes
Yes, you heard that right,
don't give me reading quizzes.
I mean, what's the point?
To see how the ADHD kid with reading problems
and a lot more on his mind than a goddamn book
"comprehends" a minor detail from a story?
He legitimately read last night,
he just can't remember because of the
bullshit that encases him
and drenches his brain.
Like the stupidity of ACT tutoring;
literally being taught how to take a test.
Not even the material on it,
just paying to learn
how to fill in
fucking
bubbles.
He can't remember
and didn't even fucking understand in the first place
because of the job he had to do to support his family,
and then the heap of rancid horseshit he had to deal with
when he walked his sorry ass in the door.
He can't remember
because of the calculus test that's tomorrow morning
that he pulled an all nighter studying for.
He knows he'll never use that bullshit in real life,
but god forbid he get anything lower than perfect score.
He can't remember
because of the pages upon pa
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Ain't It
Ain't it funny though,
how six days felt like eternities
when you were gone,
but six days feel like seconds
as you draw near.
Ain't it funny that
you said you loved her
then turned to kiss me,
but you say you love me
and are still with her?
And ain't it crazy that
she only wants your happiness
but she's the reason you're blue,
but she thinks you're happy with her
when I'm the one who loves you!
So ain't it tragic that
she's been so far away
and all this time you've been with her,
yet I'm so close to home
and this whole time all you've wanted is me.
Ain't it just shitty that
we're built upon years
but lasted but a day,
yet she's built upon moments
and she's here to stay?
Because damn,
it sucks to feel that
I've wasted five years just for a taste
but in that flash of a moment
again, I've been replaced.
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Numbered.
Like damn, I don't get it man
I'm only sixteen but have full adults that look to me
and treat me like I'm one of them but really
I'm still lookin' up,
lookin' right on up.
And don't get me wrong, I don't mind this but
it seems a bit strange or off
when people thirty plus years older
are offering to help me and collaborate
and almost look up to me and worship me.
I'm still a kid and a human at my best,
I'm still just a person and in no way am perfect
so if you please, let me be.
I know a lot of times I act mature but hey,
I'm sitting here writing trashy love poems like a child
and writing shitty slam about the same old song.
And somehow, some of you look up to me.
I'm a child at best, I'm just a kid
and I don't understand how you can see past that in me.
I have been featured by amazing people
but some of them have been fifty plus years above me
and I can't see how they see that light in me
when the goddamn cops will ignore my cry
and ignore my pleas for my help against my parents
just b
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Both of Us.
You, my dear, promised me
with the promise made in any bed that
after that day, no matter the seasons
we'd still be the best of friends.
But even before the last grace of your lips
you'd already rolled the fog in
so I could see barely out of even my window,
mind the trees that divide me from yours.
And you've put up such thick and spiked walls of stone
but think they're paper but I can't climb
for I know there will be archers and swordsmen
if I dare cross the line.
If I dare to cross I know I'll have no return
so by the gods I'll make my hands bleed
if the goal is to reach you on the other side.
So I hope you're protected deep in your fort
where you lay with her, and think of me too.
And I hope the promise you wanted to give me
is a rope around her finger that turns it green.
Oh my sweetest darling I know when you told me
I was calm as stone and my eyes still looked dry but
now you have your arrow attaching me to you but
she has one in you too, dragging us both of us down, down under.
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Cashmere
As I sat regretting my words,
my fakery had returned because I
will not be the one that hurts you.
If you want me to be fine,
I guess I'll have to be.
But you must know
that she has an arrow
struck through your heart and I
cannot be the one to pull it out
for then I will be responsible for
your bloody suffocation.
And for the love of it all,
you're trying your best
to not break me but you
think I'm strong.
I am no robot; I am not numb for I have felt your touch.
I act stone and trap my feelings in a fort
but when you walked out the door
it finally hit me that we
are now reverted to before.
All the tension and the memory
of our last kiss haunted me
and it shattered me.
I am sorry, I lied about not breaking.
I lied about not being hurt.
I said I was too strong to let those words penetrate my heart
but they were simply blocked out
for a period of time.
For shortly after I could do nothing but weep for my sins.
But let me be firm on this,
I didn't dare to lie
when I told you I understood.
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Tune of Love
Oh darlin' I don't know
how to sing this to you so
I can tell you that I love you from
here to where Styx flows.
And I wish that I could make you see
just how you mean the to me
so may my muses sing along
I hope that you won't take this wrong...
But I can't stand to see your face if
I'll have to leave without a trace and
I don't think this is news to you
but what I feel inside is completely true,
so here's my tune of love for you.
Oh sweetheart in my dreams
I am ripping at the seams
because every night I kiss you then its
just a fantasy.
I wake up and I know that I can
feel you in my bones and I
can't stand keeping this in so baby
here it goes again...
Yeah I can't stand to look into your eyes if
I have to put my feelings up behind a guise.
Can I just give you all of my love 'cause
you shine bright as the stars above?
So here you have my tune of love.
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A Match
I could sit and listen the whole
goddamn day about you two,
and how you snuck into her house
and fucked her on the couch,
but I guess that story would just
be an old tall tale for my heart;
you're tearing out its seams one by one.
I know that this is a spur of events
but truthfully, you're a match;
almost burnt out.
And I can try to kindle this flame
that I was the one to light but I know
that I won't be able to relight it.
I had one shot, I took it.
This match I hath lit for you
burned so much bigger than I thought it would
and that fire has spread to come back and burn me.
I guess when I started it I must have assumed
that I were immune.
But I burn to ash as a doll
soaked in kerosene would
and the only water to put myself out
is the tears that I drown myself in.
So as I hear every campfire story to which
I am tending the coals I break
and I fall into that bath of kerosene again
to which I end up in flames.
I have lit
and continue to light light up
a match made in heaven
that burns me
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Hi guys,

If it's not obvious already I'm falling out of touch with this account. I only really post when I have half decent content which isn't often anymore. I don't have many musings anymore, at least nothing creative. Everything's kind of gross and ranty now.

My week's been flooded with drama and honestly so has this whole month. My school's production was painful and I'm honestly at the point where I feel like I'm too nice and like people are just take advantage of me, but then when I think that I think I'm being cocky and it's a whole big circle shitshow of self loathing. Also, in the first week of November I got dumped, then the election happened four days later.

Needless to say, I didn't have a good week, and it was a bad start to a bad month.

This week, I found out that basically everyone I was friends with in middle school is an asshole, and I really have no friends. All my friends I either don't know in real life, or are out of state. Last year's seniors came back to visit my school on Wednesday and I literally cried when I saw one of my best friends. I miss everyone so much. Them being back almost felt normal, as if I actually had friends and people who liked me again. I'm seriously regretting not graduating in three years.

On a better note, I just finished my college applications tonight, so I'm now waiting on hearing back from seven schools. Hopefully you'll find me in Boston next year. I also found out that one of my good friends who's already a super senior is now going to the alternative highschool in my town where all the bad kids go, and I'm concerned about him, but he was dragging me down.

I think I'm sick of humans overall.




Here's some recent things I wrote. They're a pair, The first is a mask of the second.

DiguiseYou there?
Oh.
Um, hi.
Hey, how are you? I'm good
And I miss you and am just,
Very bored, kind of sleepy, I have no
Energy, I'm drained, I'm tired.
Because well, I've just been busy,
Really, nothing abnormal,
Or at least I think it's pretty normal,
Kind of the most average you can get if you ask me,
Everyday it's the same old thing, and
No matter what, I just can't get off track.
My god, I haven't heard your voice in a while,
Everything's good with you right?
Don't know what you've been up to
Or what it's like where you are, the
Weather, it's really great here
Not a cloud in the sky, not a wind passing by.
Again, let me know how you've been, I just
Never get to see you anymore and I don't want to
Distance myself anymore, I really miss you a lot.
Knowing you, you're probably just busy, and
I have too much time on my hands,
Life that works like that sometimes,
Like the universe doesn't want us to align, but
Everyday the same dream, you're probably just
Doing your own thing, you always di
MimicYou there?
Oh.
Um, hi.
Hey uh, I'm sorry
And I miss you and am just,
Very confused, slowly dissociating, I'm
Empty. I feel numb.
Because well, I miss you,
Really, I still love you
Or at least I think in some kind of way,
Kind of a friend way, but also an
Enamored "I want to cuddle you" way, and
No matter what, in an "I care about you way".
My god, I miss you but I regret everything but
Everyday I remember you and I smile,
Do you ever miss me? Even as a friend
Or do you ever want to hold me again like I do, and
What do you even feel, I can't read you it's like you're
Not a human, just a character playing your part-
Again, I'm so sorry, I can't sleep at night
None of my dreams are free of you, and I'm
Dissociating, my mind is disconnecting
Knowing me, you probably expect no less,
I can pretend I'm over everything but
Loving you was my
Livelyhood, now I'm dead, I guess,
Everyone can see the thorns in my sides, and I ask
Do you still feel the same way? But you're the one that's okay.
My ba







Sometimes, I wonder what freedom feels like.

I've been feeling pretty trapped inside my own body lately, and there's been this void of emptiness. It first started when my ex broke up with me, and it healed for a little bit, but now it's back again and I think it's because I don't really have any friends. I'm just kind of numb to literally everything.

I really could use some people to talk to, so if you have a Skype/Discord/Literally anything outside DA please note me. I just support honestly.





Also, confession time, Galvin isn't my real name whatsoever. This is an alt. account for my poetry and feelings nobody ever will find.

I made this account in the beginning of 9th grade so I could write poems about my love life and shit without being found out, since the people I was writing about found my main DA.
Shoutout to Martin for finding this account and all the poems about him yet still being friends with me and pretending like nothing ever happened.
That aside, at this point it's kind of an empty sanctuary. I've been so inactive in APG and just on here in general so nobody really cares about me. It's like a personal portfolio, but it's nothing publishable and nothing I can show to anyone, it's a gallery of my past.

So hi, my name is Jay. I'm a gay trans Jew from Connecticut. My hobbies include everything music, cosplay, drawing, roleplaying, and using UTAU. I stage manage for my school plays, am an editor for my school's literary magazine, and plan on majoring in biochemistry and minoring in music. I really like Boston and hope to go to school there. My main account is VeRTiGo-P. All my social media links are there if you want to talk.

Secret's out, I guess. You guys would hate me if you saw what I was actually like, so here, fire away.
Shoutout to Faith who was the first to know and kept my secret, along with all my other IRL friends that watch me and haven't said a word.
Also, shoutout to Jo because unless she reads this, she probably won't realize that I'm a founder of an RP group she's in.


Hello world, here I am.
I'll still be posting my poetry here, and therefore won't be deactivating, but now if you're wondering why I'm not active, you have a reason as to why. 

Thank you if you've actually read all this nonsense. Feel free to call me Galvin/Jay/whatever. As long as you use male pronouns, I can live.

- Galvin/Jay/A Huge Faker

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Galvin/Jay

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TheEvilOvelords Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for joining our group! :D
May we be graced by your presence for a long time :meow:

Sakurai Amy
Founder of The Writer Gang
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015   Writer
Congratulations. You are this week's featured deviant at My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink .
Come and check out our main page, which contains four of your works in a special widget on the right hand side.
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Jo
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GoldenByNature Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! :heart:
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brodskales Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy late b-day.
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GoldenByNature Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!!#
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Midnights-Starlight Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2015  Student General Artist
*bursts into house*
*falls over coffee table*
*kills several doors and chairs in rampage*
*barrels up stairs*
*bursts into your room*
Happy birthday!
*throws confetti in your face*
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GoldenByNature Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!!! XD
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EyeAmLove Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Student General Artist
Thanks for the fav!!
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