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Sup! So, you can call me Poppet, although as you can tell that from one of my pieces, 'tis not my actual name. The name's Jessica u3u Feel free to look around and maybe favorite some of my work

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“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Tell-Tale Heart

“I remained to much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
― Edgar Allan Poe

The one who has day dream are aware of 1000 things that the one who dreams only when he sleeps will never understand.
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven and Other Poems

“Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight half of anxiety.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

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so i like this guy.. and my feels just kinda explode and flail within when i catch a mere glance at him. and like, he's the sweetest mother fuck ever.. and my feels hurt a hella bad rn cuz i dun fink he likes me back.

anyways, i gotta get dressed now so bai bai
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I'm a bored child so if someone could entertain me, that would be amazing.
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Widower's Woes

"Shh.. shhh.. D-Don't cry..," Nivet spoke hypocritically as tears trailed down his cheeks.

They were at her funeral; his beloved wife, and the mother of their child, Delilah. Delilah whimpered and held onto one of the many stuffed animals her mother gave her. The two brokenhearted souls watched as the auburn coffin was lowered into its "forever home". When the deed was done, the infant wailed hysterically, biting her toy. Her father could only rub her back, sniffling a bit as his friend patted his shoulder.


He was a mess. Nivet raised the alcohol to his lips, swigging down a rather large gulp. He choked a little and began to cough. When having stopped, he groaned softly and laid back against his headboard. His head pounded with a hangover, but he kept drinking. It had been a year after his wife's death; Nivet was an utter mess. The man abused alcohol senselessly; he only got up for necessities. Delilah was sent to one of his wife's friends so he wouldn't lose custody.

Crawling over to the bathroom, he started to vomit. The man gripped the bowl in desperation; it became his life line. Nivet was truly a wreck and didn't know how to help himself. As a small wave of sunlight managed its way through the window, it shined: his gun. It was under the bed, and most likely loaded. His eyes, now dull, lit up with determination. Then, they watered as he sat up against the tub.


Nivet wouldn't do it; he couldn't. He thought of Delilah, and he started crying. That poor little girl. She needed him, and he just abandoned her for drinking. The man stood up, and he washed his face. Warming up the water, he took a shower. Nivet was going to go sober; cold turkey.

"For Delilah..!"


The woman answered her door, gasping softly. She saw Nivet that evening; not a single stench of liquor waved through her nostrils. A smile formed as her expression, and she embraced the widower. He smiled back, holding her tightly.

"I'm glad you're back, Nivet.."

She let him in, and he had a seat on her couch. The two talked for hours about the past six months; that's when he handed over Delilah to her. That was also the last time he saw the child. He asked if he could see her, and the woman hesitated. However, since he technically still had custody of the child, she couldn't say no. So, she told Nivet which room, and he swiftly yet silently ventured.

When he opened the door, he nearly cried. Delilah was fast asleep, hugging one of the toys he made her. Due to the squeaky door hinges, she awoke. When her smaller brown eyes met his, she wailed. Pulling herself in a sit, the ginger baby waved her arms desperately for his love.

Nivet picked up Delilah and held her close, kissing her mercilessly. The baby whined and whimpered, digging her nails into his clean shirt. She didn't want to let go; the feeling was mutual. The father brought her out to the living room, giving her a bottle to calm down. As she drank, the two adults made small talk. It'd been a while since Nivet truly smiled; it felt... good.


It was the child's second birthday a week after her return. Nivet got an at-home so he could care for Delilah. The girl sat in a play pen across the office, napping. Nivet smiled and watched her. Then, he got up and gathered her presents. He hoped she'd like them; Delilah deserved only the best.

When the caramel ginger woke up from the nap, she gasped and stood up. Her hands grasped the railing of her pen to support her. A binkie was in her mouth, and it fell to the floor when she squealed. Her father couldn't help but laugh. He rolled over steadily, scooting her gifts towards the pen with his foot. Once in a decent space, Nivet took her out and put her on the floor, he joining her.

Delilah hugged him before grabbed a present. Then, with her teeny hands, she managed to open the box. It was a new dress. Delilah squealed and held it to her body like she saw at the store. Nivet smiled and kissed her forehead; she looked too cute.


Nivet watched the girl sleep soundly in new jammies and stuffed animals. He let out a content sigh; he was one week sober. It felt good to remember the days of the week and to have responsibilities. As he gazed at the child in slumber, he remembered her mother. The memories of the woman flooded his mind, but didn't need to be put in the reservoir; Nivet was passed that. The widower was content; he accepted the fact that Scarlet was no longer with him. He had to look towards the future; be there for Delilah. That's exactly what he was going to do for now on.

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pigeonoffreedom Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you for the favourite.
Nathaira-From-Hel Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hello :3
Thank you very much for the fave!

Oh, and Happy Birthday to you, too Huggle! Heart 
Jasperinity Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014
Happy birthday! :D (Big Grin)
Vardyn Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday ^.^
YukiCarnation Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014  Student General Artist
Happy birthday~~! :iconyuiwaveplz: :iconsweethugplz:
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