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Insanity Is What We Live For
You see, lately my insanity
Has been quite insufferable.
Pacing around in my white boxers,
White wife beater,
Greased hair and rank odor-
I find my own reasons to live
Impossibly unfaithful.
Blood stains my sheets
From sinful acts of being of
The female species, and the only
Evidence to hide it is
Layer after layer of blankets
So thick I sweat my impurities
Out at night.
The clutter in my mind is so impossible
I cant move without falling over
Reoccurring dreams of gardens and
My headless mother's body.
I can't breathe so whats the point
In trying to scream for someone to
Save me from my own insanity?
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Deepest love
When the birds stop chirping
And the flowers stop blooming
And the bees stop buzzing
And the clouds stop looming
(However long it may take
                My deepest love)
When the Earth stops spinning
And the animals stop evolving
And the sun stops shining
And the planets stop evolving
(I will hold you in my arms
                My deepest love)
And when a mother stops loving
And a baby refuses to cry
And when the dark stops scaring us
And even when I die
(I will love you to my final breath
        Out to the heavens above!)
                My deepest love.
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Ode to Secrets
Nobody must know!
This terrible bloody truth will
Be the end of me
            (The end of us!)
    The birds know it.
    The fish know it.
    OH, and we know it! But
If anyone were to find out
They would kill us.
     Separate-            -us.
     Throw us away
Because we are the scum.
The rats. The filth of the
World- liars.
(And what do liars do best?)
We cant be punished.
For we. Are. Invincible!
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Little Twanny Twit
Little Twanny Twit
From Marlborow Street
Liked to kiss boys
Each one she'd meet
With her long shiny hair
And her perfect round hips
The boys couldn't help
But kiss those plump lips
But then one day
Twanny kissed a boy
Who liked to eat glue
Who's name was Roy
But when she pulled away
She soon found out
Her lips were stuck to a boy
Who looked like a trout!
She yelled and she moaned
She cried and she screamed
But nothing would wake her
From this awful dream
So word of advice
To all you girls too
Don't kiss a boy
Who likes to eat glue.
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Poor and Broken Hearted
      Goodbye everything I once knew
    Hello uncertain lifestyle
  Why're you leaving me?
Cause you cant support me?
  Yes you can!
    I promise I will do anything!
      Just don't let me go.
    I cant handle change.
  I will find a job!
I will support the three of us.
  Mommy don't let me go.
    I will buy the groceries.
      I will pay the electricity.
    Just dont send us away to him.
  You need me.
I need you...
dont do this
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I am deathly allergic to the
sound of your voice.
(when I hear it I grow weak)
I cant hold my own.
My eyes swell and water
(all on their own)
My head spins like a twister
on speed.
My breath grows short and harsh
(To the point of hyperventilation)
And my heart attacks me.
(It attacks me and begins to break
turning black and slowly falls apart from
the reast of me)
No medicine fixes it.
No remedy prevents it.
(I'm so vulnerable)
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Apples Fall Far From the Tree
Watch this apple fall far from the tree
I am not like you
I choose this cause I am free
Ever so free, ever so new
The truth is I'm your mother
And you, I am not your daughter
Why must you hurt each other?
If you would look at me you'd see I'm treading water
Please, just stop.
Send us away if you must
I cant handle the slop
And I am filled with fear and disgust.
Leave me alone.
Youve skinned me to the bone.
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Sonnet 1
I'm feeling so incredibly happy
Today I found out who I really am
I'm nothing but some crap on a canopy
I am nothing but a well played scam.
When Looking into mirrors nothing shows
For I am a vampire that fears the dark
I was once told I was a beautiful rose
I was told I had a certain spark
But now it is plain and easy to see
That I am nothing but a hidden sign
And knowing this makes me feel ever so free;
And knowing this makes me feel ever so fine;
I just wanted to state I am no one
Because I know my life has only begun.
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From Me To You :iconizzylockett:IzzyLockett 1 2
All the Worlds a Stage
All the worlds a stage
But the lights are blinding me
All the worlds a stage
And I've got to pee
All the worlds a stage
But I forgot my line
All the worlds a stage
And I look like a swine
All the worlds a stage
But I tripped over a peg
All the worlds a stage
And I just broke my leg
All the worlds a stage
But I dont have a kiss scene
All the worlds a stage
And my Stage Manager is mean
All the worlds a stage
But my audience can't hear
All the worlds a stage
Fuck Shakespeare, I'm out of here!
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Undo Me :iconizzylockett:IzzyLockett 0 5
Quasi Una Fantasia
“Azalea, I have something to tell you.”
“Jeff, I missed you so much!”
I fell into his warm body. He pulled me back and kissed me on the cheek. He grabbed my hands. His hands were trembling in my light grip. The roughness in his hands were smoothed by puddles of sweat he was emitting. His nails, as always, were perfectly smooth and polished, but even now I found a few rough edges. The pulse beating through his hands and the swallowing of saliva was the only thing I could make out. I opened his hands and traced the phrase “TELL ME”. He grabbed my hand and held it tight, practically crushing it in his grip. Until now, I had never heard Jeff cry.
“Azalea, I love you. You’re so amazing, and since you left my apartment that morning I’ve been so depressed and I realized, I need you in my life. More than I need anything else. I care about you so much and I may be the only one who does…”
Jeff let go
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Priest Tripping
           Rockband Sucks. Or more appropriate, I suck at it. God has seemed to bless everyone with some sort of pressing-pretty-buttons-at-the-right-moment skill except for me. Probably payback for when I was six and I tried to trip a priest. Did anyone honestly expect me to behave? I mean it was Easter and I had better things to do than watch an old, wrinkly man walk daown an aisle, like stealing candy out of my mothers underwear drawer. PLUS I thought everyone else would thank me for saving them from the bordome of which Church was.
I mean IT WAS Easter! The last time I checked, you got candy on Easter! Not God!. How does candy and a big fluffy bunny = God? Answer- It doesn't. So why was I (and as I was assuming everyone else aswell) forced to go to Church? At the very least I could make things more entertaining, which led to the great fortune of my mother never letting me in a 20 foot radius of anything "holy" until last
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Another normal day
"She is pregnant"
"I am not pregnant, you ho!"
"You have Hepititis!"
"Shut up, Max you SLUT!"
"Aw, its okay Bella. If you are pregnant, we wont make you marry your boyfriend like Sarah Palins daughter. What was your boyfriends name again?"
"Its Mickey, Duane. Mickey. Really Bella? Really? I mean ATLEAST you could have used protection before you had sex WITH A MOUSE!"
"I love how you arent even defending you havent had sex yet..."
"MOM! I havent had sex!!! IM NOT PREGNANT! Max is just a BIG FAT SLUT!"
"Sure... Are you using protection?"
"NO MOM! no, I am not. Would you like to know why?"
"Cause Mickey is the only man you can get?"
"Tranny please! I can get any man I want you slut!"
"Which makes you a ho. and pregnant."
"Bella, ARE you having sex?"
"OH MY GOD! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! AND when I DO have sex, I will use protection!!!"
"Whatever preggers. See you later guys, I have to go to work, I will be late. But when I get off of work I will stop by target and pick up
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Haunted House Pic :iconizzylockett:IzzyLockett 0 4 Bella :iconizzylockett:IzzyLockett 2 2

Random Favourites

Old Currency :iconvenominthevictim:venominthevictim 2 0 Gemma Ward 3 :iconvenominthevictim:venominthevictim 2 0 dawn of the dead :iconotsego-amigo:otsego-amigo 190 122
Mature content
Mistress Amy's :iconcrushingly-close:crushingly-close 2 8
Mystery Garden I :iconpeacejunkie:Peacejunkie 2 0 Release v.2 :iconpeacejunkie:Peacejunkie 3 1
Pop Culture Zombie
I just watched my mind commit suicide.
Jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and took free will and personality with it.
I am a walking corpse now, joining the other millions of sheep.
Marching down the street
In the coolest clothes
Listening to the hottest music
And worshiping at the temple of MTV.
I smoke when they tell me to
Do drugs when they tell me to.
Kiss and
Hug and
Have sex when they tell me to.
I am a mindless robot,
And dumber than most computers,
Because when I accept input
I never check for viruses and
My soul is infected,
Black and rotting away behind
Big sunglasses,
Fake boobs,
And bleach blonde hair.
I sing when they want me to,
Dance how they want me to,
Draw and paint and sculpt what they want me to.
They took the free out of
Free expression
And I just sat back and watched and laughed
Like they told me to.
I am another feelingless teenage zombie
And the worst part is-
Tons of little girls idolize me.
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Individuality. In a time with so many choices, you think that it would be the easiest thing in the World to find. Yet- to most people- it is something both allusive and perplexing. Everywhere you go you see adults: parents, teachers, random strangers, preaching the values of having your own distinct personality, free of clichés. Something they don’t seem to understand is that, as a society, we preach individuality but practice roboticism. It is expected of you to become a sheep. And when a rare anomaly- a true individual- does manage to survive past the age of three, we alienate them. It’s in our nature; Reject the unfamiliar. But the only really familiar are our own life experiences. Following this instinct we would all be loners who abandon ourselves for the stake of instinct we would all be loners who abandon ourselves for the sake of instinct. We are in an intellectual recession in which the main product is automatons. How are we expected to be an individual when the
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Saving thoughts reverberate off the edges of my tongue
Echo- echo- echo. Brand new thoughts forever young.
And though I want to have them released into the dark old world;
These virgin thoughts, free of cliché, are like a brand new pearl.
Perfect, beautiful, and rare, fragile and easily shattered
A careful guard, a silver box, will keep the thoughts from falling tattered.
This box is not like any other- with no curse of Pandora.
The escape of its contents enhances both the fauna and the flora.
Or so thought the tongue that allowed released the words on that stipulation,
How was it supposed to know the effects of its creation.
Escape, explode, destroy the box, they bring about their chaos,
Devastating the canyon walls leaving the valley with a harsh loss.
Reverberate through the world screaming and creating fright.
What was supposed to be a saving gift, returned the world to night.
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Sunset IV :iconpeacejunkie:Peacejunkie 0 0
That special girl
An event that has influenced me,
can easily be described thusly,
"an undying and unyielding sense of animosity."
I'll guide you through my life,
and, I'll be all you see inside.
The thought that my fellows would be accepting,
only to find many to be too harsh, unrelenting,
"get back in line, or you'll get a whipping."
I'll make you want me all-right,
I'll be all you dream of tonight.
I'm different, I'm special, I'm not like all the others,
You point at me, you laught at me,
but, your words shall all stutter.
I'll glide through life, arms stretched wide,
You'll see me fly, right past your eyes.
Different again, she's new again,
a new face, in another strange place.
The new soul on the chopping block,
I wonder how long this will take.
I'll live past you, existing without you,
long enough, just to see this through,
I love you,
oh yes I do.
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first day of my life. :iconicouldbeblue:icouldbeblue 1 1 08 03 08 IV :iconbabybear89:babybear89 9 7
Young love is like a ghost-
Hardly anyone believes in it.
And the only ones who do are the ones who've seen it
Or felt it
or known it was there.
The cold chill running through their bodies set off the alarm-
or maybe the AC was turned down low.
Even with the quickened heartbeat,
a fearful moment,
maybe they will never know.
The ghost called Love remains unknown
Flitting through the scarred and sewn up hearts
of grown-ups who
have perhaps forgotten her name;
forgotten his face...
But have never forgotten the feeling
of wholeness as a 10 year old
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Funny how members of
Our world are constantly trying to
Obliviate each other and those with power just
Let them.
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Sarah Michael Collins
Sarah Michael Collins used to live
in the apartment downstairs.
She was six years old and used
to come and play with my little sister
Molly Jane. I would
watch from the balcony as the crossed the
Freeway to get to the park
across the street,
the sun reflecting off of their matching
moonbeam colored jumpers.
There they would take turns pushing
each other on the single rusty swing.
Sometimes the Anderson sisters
would come to play and they
would all play double-dutch
or hopscotch, trading “yo mama” jokes.
One day my mother called me in
for ten minutes
to help her fix the microwave so
she could make dinner.
When I came back out the girls were
no where to be seen. Then,
out of the corner of my eye,
I saw them. Molly Jane
was leaned over something which,
a few seconds later, I noticed was
Sarah. She was crying and her
head was bruised black and blue.
I ran across the street as quickly
as I could. By the time I got there
Sarah Michael Collins was laying still
as a statue and Molly
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Izzi Lockett
Artist | Photography
United States
Current Residence: G Y P S Y
Favourite genre of music: Rock. Metal. Jazz. Blues. Reggae. Bluegrass. Indie.
Favourite photographer: L. H I N E
Favourite cartoon character: S P O N G E B O B
Personal Quote: [[ Not everyone can be a hero ]]
  • Listening to: Fantasi- Timbuktu
  • Reading: Great Gatsby/ The Yiddish Policemans Union
  • Watching: N/A
  • Playing: N/A
  • Eating: N/A
  • Drinking: N/A
hot chocolate heals the soul


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nothing-glory Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2009
Welcome. That's true, communication is a flaw in me :\
IzzyLockett Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2009   Photographer
Me too... well, when I am busy... which is all of the time... -_-'

thepurist Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2009

My portrait "Old Man And The Sea" is one of the 10 finalists of =HarlowPhotographys contest [link]

If you want to help me win this contest you can vote for my photo here! [link]

Voting will be open until 11:59pm on saturday, february 21st est.

Thank you!

Sai Abishek
CrazyDelicious Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2008

I reaaally like your gallery. I really really do. Theres not many photo peeps on deviant that Im to fond of but a lot of your pictures are really good.

Keep up the fantastic work :D
IzzyLockett Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2008   Photographer


Thanks you very much, love.
I havent dont alot of new work lately,
but I greatly appreciate that.

starshinebrightonme Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2008   Photographer
hey gorgeous. i miss you
we need to hang soon <3
LaLunFille Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2008   Photographer
Hows it going haven't talked ot you in awhile
Peacejunkie Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2008
You are never allowed to go out of town without cell service ever again. ever.
otsego-amigo Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2008   Photographer
thanks a lot! : )
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