MissAudreyKaye

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Synthetic Detachment by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Synthetic Detachment

Feeling you through the auditory senses close enough to touch-- within proximity to disturb I cannot find a proper way to tell you that tangible gifts mean nothing and that what I want --so intensely that I must hide my face while I write this is a day far from constraints of your world where we can both live in mine and you will understand that I need to feel you feel me and cross the elastic but impermeable walls transparent --oh yes, unobservable with the naked eye, but not the naked heart-- that stick against my hand when I try and touch yo

The Interior of Your Car by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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The Interior of Your Car

Occasionally, I like to taste my own blood because you're so mundane and I just need a few moments of insanity I need to know that I am alive and that I can feel more than flesh and blood holding me in-- holding me back. I need night air. I need to get stoned and run through strange streets naked and exposed, so alive because you've torn down my walls city walls-- keeping everything so compartmentalized I want to feel everything everywhere I have no need for seperate drawers Everything in my mouth my veins light-- concrete-- cars-- pidgins-- grass-- vinyl--

Mortal by MissAudreyKaye, literature

Warmth by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Warmth

I love you with the same warmth, acceptance, and trust, in watching the sun beat on the grass and the subtle heat of the rocks at creek's edge, and it is with the same fondness (when I think of you) that I make wet foot prints on their smooth surfaces (not as soft as your skin, however) and dip my fingers in cool green to write secret messages to the pollen that floats by-- and through my brain, tingling on my lips, every time you kiss me with the beautiful truth shown in the all-too-good-to-be-accidental world. It's all too good to be accidental, and I want you to love breathing, and the way the sun feels on closed e

Rain Angels by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Rain Angels

You are when we are here an extension of my body, fused beneath the intensity in my fingertips. I tell you, "Dear, did you know, that people love each other just like we do, just like they do?" But I lie, because there are no people. There is nothing beyond our haven of close quarters in the chilled winter rain, and no news beyond the slightly tipsy, sloppy kisses that I'm giving you. And those lights, we'll pretend like they're heaven shining through the fluid mosaic beyond the cold glass. They're angels coming to tell us, that, no, we're not dreaming. I can touch you and it's real.

Everything by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Everything

Dare I to define (solidly) this word I employ to let you know that you are cared for, walls (like those found in prisons) would be erected, surrounding the internal organ that illogically pains me if ever I'm without you, limiting its height and amplification. And it truly knows no boundaries or of the words: if, can't, shouldn't. I love you. And it feels like every bit of the world and my soul, and the stars, and the history, and the pages of the books, and the ideas we don't let out and leave stuck to our tounges forever and ever. I love you. It feels like everything.

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Magnetic Birthday Card by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Magnetic Birthday Card

Once upon a time, I became sixteen My birthday hadn't come but I'd decided just the same And the boy I pretend I don't need Gave me a present that made me cry when I went home that night We sat in the driveway with the little white dog And played with magnetic poetry he made with words he thought were beautiful We made short but moving lyircs on the hot, black asphalt Laughing the way people do when they're in love But only the kind of love that makes you want to hold hands when you feel alone Or happy when they kiss someone else We answered the phone when it rang-- just to feel cool And pretended the moment wasn't perfect and tha

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Ring Around the Rosie by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Ring Around the Rosie

The lie, like a shameless child Dances naked in the day Parading thorugh the grass and Stopming on the flowers With little regard for true compassion How ironic that my lie plays in the shunshine While truth, pretty as she is, hids inside the forest Only to come out with the moon Speak softly in the dark With great fear of discovery and punishment Although to love is commanded And to lie a sin The fates and my destiny look With disdain on my truth, Remind me the lie is my true child Ring around the rosie Pocket full of posies Lies and hatered and the world spins around.

Shannon by MissAudreyKaye, literature

Come With Me by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Come With Me

Come with me, hold my hand Let us leave this place for good Pack your bag and lock the door But leave no new address Sun beaten street beneath weary shoes Carries us to the extremest of wests Where the sun sets on lies Days too far long and tiresome end Subtle signs of beauty, that we're escaping: A dandelion in the cracks Of this dusty concrete wasteland Yellow and amusing against the gray and beige and black The barren desert buzzing of insects appalling, and loneliness Infused for a second witht the sound of tricicle's horn and laughter Open your mouth, let in out and out in Taste past the grit that meets your tongue All th

Wake Up From Life, Friend by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Wake Up From Life, Friend

Wake up from life, friend Let us talk of saving grace OF truth forever, but briefly tasted The things held tight We die a bit when we let them go I'll show you the eyes that watched me cry Wept with me when the sun forgot to rise I'l wrap you in the arms unmoving That danced with me under our stars You can hear too the voice that never cuts And said my last real, "I love you's," We die a bit when we let them go The things held tight Of truth forever, but briefly tasted Let us talk of saving grace Wake up from life, friend.

Notebook Scraps by MissAudreyKaye, literature

Dandelion Seeds by MissAudreyKaye, literature

Dearest Andy by MissAudreyKaye, literature

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Dearest Andy

Selling passion on the streetcorner Soul splatterd canvas, most commonplace transaction Were you born of a flashbulb with a paintbrush in your hand? And when does inginuity come with the bill? Cash or Credit, Mr. Warhol? as you sit behind your neon idols Tapping your foot to the rythm of raining green In your million dollar glass house of a mind Sell, sell, sell us your lives and our souls to the devil Making art into sin and sin into art Reaching down from our corporate skyscrapers, in the market for a lie Will you sell me, dearest Andy, the prettiest of them all?

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Opposing Poles by A-R-Glasgow, literature

In a Tortuous Contentment by A-R-Glasgow, literature

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In a Tortuous Contentment

Rest your soul against mine yours is warm, and in comfort able to shine in these dark times ahead of me and those impossible dreams of beauty, romantic gestures in sullen moonlit concaves of pleasure moist by misty rain dewed in the mornings made inevitably hard in your warm embrace Carry me away in your eyes watching me fold under pressure our love's sour pain & deep longing in dark caverns and hells pitted whit’s your charms holding me up to be sliced and speared through ribcage to the heart where I start to cry out in sweetest ecstasy I pray for long life to enjoy the pain You pray to die first,

Dark Spectres by A-R-Glasgow, literature

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Dark Spectres

Sullen spectres of my misplaced youth stalk, poke and cajole me with the time withered fingers of my crooked past. The fallopian phantasms of misplaced and misspent seed follow me, plaguing my thoughts with ruin, and will not let me rest. I have no place here, in this room, only a hole ready for the filling and filing of my spent body, its scars the only proof I ever lived. Soon the darkness will catch us all waiting in corners, hiding from ourselves and our own inadequacies. Then we shall live, and then we shall see the folly of birth, just before it is too late.

Obsessive Possession by CordialDeviate, literature

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Obsessive Possession

So soft, this flesh beneath my skin So wondrous, this compulsive sin To touch, to feel To force, to steal …To take, what’s real So heightened, now, are your senses So lowered, now, are your defenses To hope, to pray To think, not stray So careful, do I hold this blade So firm, has this decision made And So still, you are, beneath this touch So quick, your breath, held as such You’re ready, you’re here Give me no reason to fear As I take possession Of this wondrous Sinful obsession

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About MissAudreyKaye

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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Favourite genre of music: Indie, Grunge, Expiramental, Alternative, Classic Rock, Psychedellic Rock, and Industrial.
Personal Quote: "What color do you paint the walls when you can't see?"

Favourite Movies

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Thank You For Smoking.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nine Inch Nails, Regina Spektor.

Favourite Writers

Jeffrey Eugenides, Sylvia Plath, J.D. Salinger, Chuck Palahniuk.

Tools of the Trade

My Moleskine and a pen.

Other Interests

Feeling infinite, procrastinating, being in love.

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MissAudreyKaye

Jun 2, 2008

Update: Life and 218 to go!

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Okay, so I lied about trying to get through everyone's deviations. I got through all of one person's and now I'm moving on to another artist.  I have 218 in the inbox, but I'm going to cut it down little by little. I know I haven't posted anything in a long time, but I wrote two shorter pieces the other night.  I'm usually very careful about making sure all of my poetry gets into my Moleskine, but I felt like I needed more space (I use a mini Moleskine) and just wrote them on sheets of lined paper in a bright pink sharpie without staying in the lines.  Now that I think more about it, the medium with which I chose to create the poems reflect

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MissAudreyKaye

Apr 5, 2008

I am big jerk.

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I'm really sorry for not having the time to check out all of the deviations.  I have 81 in my inbox at the moment. I'll try tomorrow. Promise. : )

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MissAudreyKaye

Mar 1, 2008

Deja Vu

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I've come to a point where, now, looking back I can see the mistakes I've made and how those same mistakes have repeated in similar situations, causing similar unravellings.  That's how deja vu works as well-- you've been in a similar situation before, so your brain subconsciously recalls old perceptions, making it all seem familiar, hence, you have been there before. And it is also lucky that I have learned the lessons of these mistakes and because I can now identify them with clear 20/20 hindsight, I can put them into the top tray of my mind's desk, labeled, "Things to NEVER do." I am so happy.  