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Birdsongon the first day god told the planets to swirl around their orbits and they swirl in my head making me dizzy flabbergasted and dazed when I try to figure out the dark of eternity. on the second he added a mole on the witch's nose to prove to his baby lambs that grass isn't always as green and the lambs have fallen asleep as it was an evening fairytale with oval-shaped unicorn horns and laddered-towers for the prince and maybe they shouldn't. on the third day he sat in a rocking chair in a house brick-red in colour near the fireplace and porcelain tableware with one plate chipped in that place when its floral ornament starts just like roses climbing on the wall of his house. and when they slipped into the room through the open window they immersed into his afternoon cup gaining the colour of tea on the day that was meant to be the fourth he made the water fall and the sun rise and the rain bow in the seven stripes of joy that divided the sky in two on the fifth day he was fatigued and h :thumb317873156: :thumb311678242:
ThinkHe stared forward, elbows propped up on the table, hands folded in front of his face with his lips pressed against the backs of his knuckles. Staring at nothing. This wasn't the first time he had sat alone in this empty room, and it certainly won't be the last. But he wasn't a prisoner to this solitude. No, it was a choice. The room was his own design. The chair. The table. The walls. The door. The entire room was meticulously designed and constructed to perfection. It was the perfect chamber, built to perform one task and one task alone. It was his thinking room. He wouldn't always come here if he needed to think. Not every thought was important enough to use the room, and the more time he spent inside, the more addictive the room became. He feared that if he spent too much time within the empty chamber, he would never be able to leave. Each thought he dwelled on inside the room led to another.
Paradise.My arms ache from digging through rough and ruin, in search of paradise. I saw it in a whispered dream, there, nothing hurt; we were unspoken. With winter came warmth and summer snow, And nothing died, just ceased to walk with me in paradise.
Unwritten Lullaby I wake up every night at 2 am. Left to think back of all the mayhem. You're no longer here, you had quite the run. I wish I could say that your ending was fun. We miss you, I hope you know. However, even though you're gone, we continue to grow. As not only people, but spirits as well. With time and patience we all can get out of this hell. After a while, I go back to sleep. Though my words, you can not keep. I know you couldn't hear them, my words I mean. But you never know, nothing is ever what they seem. I know one day, we all must die. But until that day, I hope you enjoy your unwritten lullaby.
Cyanide MindI lost my voice choking on my own tongue. The words still spill out from my eyes. I bit my lips raw hoping to stem the flow, but ideas still drip from my fingertips. A soggy brain leaks, I suppose and all my thoughts taste like tar :thumb316515456:
Caving Rib CageWe crossed at glacier paths on icicle footing; in the hollow and darkness of a cavern where we found each other a second time, you spoke to me. You told me tales of bereavement, and that the most morbid of all is not slow demise but rather, it is being killed, just a little bit. I never thought it a possible plausible thing- to kill a man, just a little bit. The calcium in my bones precipitate at the thought as you beckon me from my limestone shelter. How does one kill another just a little bit? Give me deionized water and make me a paste; clean all my tarnishes, for I am no good as silver if I remain senescent and dull. I knew my skepticism was obliterated the day you, with your bedrock stature, through your stalactite eyes and your stalagmite smile, killed me just that little bit. To have the one you love most fool/leave/betray you and still remain so in love with them- worse yet, seeing the pe
IntermezzoI must try to let go all interpretation meant to lead me to the answers of my homecoming, to discover there is only one answer, having no original question casting off the apparatus of these collective thoughts, the intermezzo of my life- I rail between ophidian impulse and hominal dilemma, the octave of my corporeity- between diligence and sloth, becoming overwhelmed as decisions turn to obsidian- or to be met at the juncture in a state of vacuous grace, unburdened. :thumb283048654:
[blank]a blank canvas haunts me; taunting, mocking. what inky blackness once detailed. now so empty. these bones are weary, overcome with lethargy. drought arrives, as words sink to the floor drowning d r o w n i n g and nothing is created. dissipating into empty air. nothing is left to be written. nothing is left to be said.
Thorn THORN The blood has turned into dust But in veins is still pouring lust Even if my hands tremble, are numb The whole skin is painted with plumb. Day by day,trying to erase memories, I feel like a criminal, destroying evidences I may demolish or at least rebuilt that wall Still remains...it does not change at all. I need more thread for the reopened scar How else would I manage to walk far? And I will always have in addition behind Something which still carries my mind. :thumb317608612:
Tell YourselfSo tell yourself to let go. Things will never ever change. Get out of there before your hurt yourself, Get shot at close range. It takes saying goodbye To move forward and say hello. See what's ahead, embrace it. Oh son, it's so hard to believe. More than that, it's hard. It takes all the strength you've got, And even a little more. But in the end, you'll be better. You'll be safer, you'll be strong. You'll be free. And you'll no longer be let down. You'll be able to fly, Leaving that old body behind. Progress comes at a price, But you'll never miss the old. It feels good, but it's tying you down. The ropes aren't getting any looser. Or do you even want to get out? It feels good, doesn't it? Just wallowing in your despair? I know you can do it. Just break free.
She Called Herself MidnightMy vixen the raven child ebony slick. She sucks on clove cigarettes, pausing to cough out flies and carbon. She's as ugly as she's ever been, gilded from glue and obsidian. Black harpy; darkness rupturing from raw meat.
SUPERNATURAL Deep unto the mist of ages, spirits jewel worlds forsaken A slither of fire dawns the ethos of my dreams for the temptress seeds wind and sea with ancient song Emerald streams flow thru forests of exile... Beyond the veil of time, the ravens fly dark n' long The flesh of trees weep to rise of ebon Moon Nocturnal rapture, seek I with whispered lust Under wanton falls of twilight I hath bled upon magick vine Beneath midnight tides the Fae stir, somewhere in the other world, my flesh becomes her wine ~Arthur Crow © 2012
Writer's BlockGirl, we sure would have made one hell of a story if we hadn't run out of ink.
A Head.. But no Heart.A heart, A head Will you love me or hate me? A door where only one can walk While the other stays You look at me with a feeling of sadness .. Or was it regret? The knife in your hand decides it all Where the head is placed on your neck You grab me by the shirt And plunge the knife deep inside It hurts, It truly does You grab me, and cold steel breeches my flesh again Seeing the fluorescent blood spill from me Again, the knife goes through And I fall to the floor, watching You look at me with those familiar eyes Even when there's no heart inside Laying on my chest, you give me one last look .. As if we were complete strangers.. Raising the knife, I see your hand doesn't shake .. And no remorse is seen in your eyes .. Because you have no heart, You left me to die.
Awake And Alive I can hear the voices... Is she okay? Is she going to make it? We don't know... I am aware of my surroundings. I'm on something soft and warm. There's a beeping coming from somewhere. My arms are burning and stinging. But I can't seem to move. I supposed I had a peaceful state from the outside; But on the inside I am screaming in agony and writhing in pain. This isn't what I wanted... Is this hell? No, I'm still alive. She's in a coma I hear them talking about me. But why would she do this? I don't understand... Of course you don't understand... No one does. You have no idea what it's like to try so hard to fit in with your 'perfection'. No clue what it's like to not be superficial. Do you even know what real love is? Do you know how to care about something real? I don't think you do... I fade to a peaceful blackness... Hey... I know you can hear me. Oh no.. Not him. Not that voice. Please... Don't be here. Don't melt my heart. Don't weaken my resolve. I did this for a reaso :thumb296512166:
Girl as ColorColor the girl shell pink or magnolia - some rare vintage of wine or a bright Italian circus, and I shall call her mine. Color her starling grey or a sudden shade of window, daylight glistening like a puzzle and I will claim her mouth. Paint us both some new corner or furniture, a fresh tone of orchestra and ripened lemons, and I swear I will be true.
Raining Blood Chapter 1: Begin the Revelations The gameboard had been cleared. I was amazed by the simple formation of Pieces against my last three. The somewhat-angelic woman across from me was thinking the exact same thought I was. "This is checkmate, Shade. You've lost." The words rang in my head. She smirked at me, cruel and calm. "Shade, you and I both know that there is no way that you could have won. I guess I will collect my winnings and leave." "What winnings?" I asked. "Oh right, we were playing for lives. I will take my people of Indelatra and you have to stop killing. Thanks for the Game, it kept me rather entertained. Well, it did for a little while anyways." "Don't patronize me, you bitch," I said with disgust. "I wasn't, you retard. I am a goddess, and you are a mere mortal. The odds were obviously in my favor." "They were in your favor because of the dirty tricks you used." "Oh I used dirty tricks? What about Ro-" "Get off my island now. Do it or I swear I will kill you right here and now, no matter if you are suppo
The Rainfall KidThere are raindrops on his fingersa glistening cluster of perfectly silver droplets that read like some shining, ethereal roadway mapthe night that he comes for her with the thunder of a summer storm rolling forward on his footsteps. The low rumble of it jolts her from a book induced slumber, the cover rough beneath hands and the jumble of last-read letters blurring on the underside of blinking eyelids as rain begins to fall. Although it's almost been longer than memory will allow, she knows that there is no mistaking the sudden upheaval of the outside world for anything other than his arrivalafter all, it hasn't stormed in years. Soon enough, her shoulders and the soles of her bare feet are collecting water along with the hardback that had slipped, forgotten, through outstretched fingersnow laying broken-spined with white pages exposed and its words all bleeding together in thin rivers of smudged ink. The leafless trees seem to shudder, emerging from
Art and His MistressShe lifts her skirt up to her porcelain knees, walks barefoot in the early morning sun. The soft rays of sunshine hit her pretty face, illuminating the golden ratio of her symmetry. She twists and turns in the tall blades of grass, shouting, yelling, and screaming her jubilation. She draws him in like a moth to a flame, completely engrossing his mind, leaving him forever in need. She's young and beautiful and restless, so drunk on life, but lost to endless light seas. She raises her umbrella high to greet the rain, a subtle offering to the gods above. The water droplets manage to get on her anyways, sticking to her eyelashes like too blotchy mascara. She corrals her once peaceful child back under the safety of the umbrella, crying out to him. She's entrancing and her son is engaging, keeping him lured in to the siren's call for the rest of eternity. There's a tingle in her stomach, in her heart; a soft buzz that warms her soul, but keeps her toes cold. She wakes at midnight in an ice-c
The Dying Thoughts of Ayrton Senna Nada pode me separar do amor de Deus The hand of God lifts me As the genius of man fails. I am carried Lower than I expected. A single bar, so perfect in its Engineering one year ago. Again, the technology robs me Although the irony is hard to appreciate here. The voice of God greets me As I slump in my chair in front of the world. Brazil is watching me Brazil is watching me Rubens Barrichello is watching me Michael Schumacher is watching me. Alain Proust is watching me He should have been the one to kill me. Or has he, in a way Or is this a product of my own hubris? The hands of men lift me And I am stripped. The car can no longer be pushed To its limit: I have found it. The helmet is a trapping of a driver: I have no need of it. Where I am going, I have no fear of fires So I do not miss the fireproof suit. Sir Watkins, cherish our memory As I have cherished our friendship. My breath :thumb318488631:
Time Immortal"I'm BORED. B-O-R-E-D BORED." Past flopped onto a chair and stared at Present, sitting across from him. "Why isn't Future here yet?" Present merely pointed a slim finger at his shoulder. Turning, he came face-to-face with a rather angry looking man in white. "What?" He asked warily. Future had a notoriously mercurial temperment. "That's. My. Chair." Future punctuated each word with a slight lowering of thick, bushy brows. Sighing, Past got up leisurely, just to tick off Future even more, and sat down on a third chair that was exactly identical to the other two in all but position. As Future sat down elegantly onto his seat, Present suddenly got up. "What is it?" Both brothers simultaneously asked their sister. She sat back down, slowly. "I just remembered. I left the stove on at home. Thank you Past," After nodding to her younger brother, she looked pointedly at her elder one, who expelled a very long breath. "Fine," He grumbled, and pressed each of his fingers to the partner on the ot :thumb312405230: :thumb311164548:
My DearestDearest Robert, Every night I walk the narrow path to The Door, Your Door. (I tell no one. I make sure they're not watching). They tried to keep me from you. Did you know they hid the letters? They hid them, but I found them in the attic underneath a pile of your clothes. They tried to donate those too, but I stopped them. I had a fit and I made them stop. Everyday my nightgown is damp with tears, but at night I have comfort. I know you're with me then. Already there is talk of moving on. It's been a whole year, they say. I need to Let Go, Move On, but I'm making plans of moving in. They tire of me day after day; not dressing, hardly eating, forever staring out the window waiting for you to come home. I am such an unbearable weight to them. All I can think about is you. I can hear your voice like a carousel, around and around again. Like children in the park. Ice cream giggles and dandelion puffs. Those ice tea chats on the front porch with your folks, the days whe
Decision TimeWhen there's two of a kind and you love them both so much, You look into one's eyes and see your whole life. Then you look into the others and wish that it was there, But the spark is not ignited, Completely unfair. They look at you with love, And look at you with fright, But the real question is; Which one's your whole life? You say yes to one, Cause the other hasn't asked. Though now you feel awful, Cause those feelings have passed. You love the one you're with, But you love the other more. How do you kindly, Boot him out the door? Your other problem is; They're both your good friends. And to lose number one, Would bring that to an end. So you're in your room, and on your bed, Thinking so much, it hurts your head. The tears still haven't come, But that's surely on its way. For one night when you're in bed, And you've had a bad day. Though you've got to be fair, And have to stay true. Therefore the clear choice, Surely must be number two.
Summer LoveSummer love Sparks a new flame, It's bright but fades. Every second is well spent, This isn't a game of charades. Our love is new, And we seem to be on a crusade. Summer love Your eyes sparkle a precious green, And they shine brighter than the stars do. Your hair's brown in a curlicue, Your locks swish, and portray as a mysterious black hew. Nothing can stand against your radiant smile, That cork of your lip has my heart racing forever true. Sumer love Chances are well took, And fingers lay entwined warm in your hand. We seem to never ever be the same, This is where we eventually stand. You walked into my life to stay awhile, Now you've finally left footprints on the sand. Summer love The newest joys, Now came the most awaited part. What we never thought could be, Are now shock waves from the heart. Together the world will be right, But exotic pain erupts while we are apart. Summer love I've never took a chance, I've never took a dive. But now I take it in, Summer love.
The HuntressWith eyes watching intently The huntress stalks her prey. With hands firmly on her spear The huntress gets ready to strike. With legs moving faster than the wind The huntress pounces on her prey. With spear covered in flesh and blood The huntress is satisfied.
Here I stand Here I stand, alone and free The tattoos speak true I am greater than you. Just try to beat me! I am the tree that's strong I am the bird that's fast I am the tree that last' I am the bird's beautiful song Most importantly I am ME, that is, better than you could EVER be! :thumb311876805:
Always RememberAlways remember my sun-kissed hair and the feel of your hand in mine Always remember how much I cared and way my eyes would shine Remember the moment of our first kiss and the sadness of sweet tears shed Forget the dreams and goals I missed and hold tight to my smile instead Remember the love that filled my eyes as I looked on the face of our friends Forget all the pain I held inside and remember with time wounds mend Please remember the moment I gave you my heart and each moment spent lost in my eyes Forget all the times I fell apart and each moment I told you a lie Remember that sometimes life gets tough and you feel like you can't go on Forget every moment life's been rough and hold tight to the warmth of the sun Forget every moment I left your side and each time I pushed you away Forget the choice to take my own life and the words I couldn't say Remember the brightness my smile brought and the ring in the length of my laugh Remember the length of time I fought But forget that my he
Birdlike the soul findsFrown of frustration from him; she savaged the self crafted. A drop of sweat almost hit the ground, but the feathery arm was quite a surprise. Perched, it was no struggle to take off, and I met you while making loops in the air. Highly placed, transfixed by the refinement of brick, wood. Then, gliding between buildings, the power of the draft, the grandeur of building. Our day ended atop a telephone pole, seeing the bright orange and rosy pink fade away. We don't have a song. All we have is a natural strength from an unnatural happening. You almost left your burden in tears before you were on that skyscraper, searching.
Grasping at Wings"Grasping at Wings" When I was a small child My heart was attached to youth Like a feather to concrete A whimsical solemnity. I learned of a perfect life One where my innocence Prevented me from knowing What life had in store. A dark-winged deviant Came by one day Took away the angel That granted life to me. I grow, bitter, resentful I do not understand I cannot understand Why I lost what I did. I realize, now That the reason why My life was chosen to be That of what it is now. I sit, happy, with tears in my eyes Crafting something angels could sing And all I imagine on this day Is me, grasping gently on her wings.
For NowA love so pure a taste so sweet I think I have what's right Hand in hand stops time and space next to you my happy place Carpe deim we'll find a way I might as well save the best for today Calm in mind, touch and feel somehow I know our bond is real Along with ease there is no test I have your love and no regrets It's you I want I want with me so hold me now before I leave Though Ill soon depart and the distance is far Don't you ever fear in our hearts we're always near Then someday when tasks are done we'll reunite and join as one But till then we have to wait I have a hunch and trust in fate A love so pure a taste so sweet I think I have what's right Hand in hand stops time and space next to you for now, and always
Silly Little Bumblebee-For CelestialMemoriesSilly little bumblebee, setting down in my hair, catching yourself in my curls, buzzing everywhere. Silly little bumblebee, crawling over my body, tickling my hand, galumphing playfully. Silly little bumblebee, I am not a flower too, I am just a strange girl, who simply adores you! © 2012
The Prophet!He awoke under the colorful gaze of the of the rising sun, piercing the somber shade of primordial regurgitation. It was upon the mount that he had found his home, and so rest. Though in years most recent even the passive nature of dreams had transcended into rapturous torment, breeding contempt amongst his still frame in the silent passages of night. He had become the home of his secrets, and sleep no longer visited him. However, it was in the carriage of despair that he would travel in solace, and if sleep were to offer no peace, than he shall no longer lay down to sleep. Thus arose the prophet, and began his dissension down the circumference of the great mount, carrying the weight of the heaven's upon his shoulders. His eyes flustered at the sight of ash, darkening the ground beneath him. Dust settled under a vast torrent of heavy wind, floundering the very earth on which stood all things. He laughed, the thundering laugh of madness, eating through the vortex consuming sound, and ai
Earthly Angel (V: 1) All angels seem unreachable, but this one lives among us. A swam among ducks, but illuminating those living around her. Untouchable, with harmony surrounding her like the heaviest of perfumes- you can almost see her pure wings of ivory folded behind her graceful body as you watch her move down the street. She's come this way several times before- why? Is it because of the musicians, who she seems to always have a dollar in her pocket for? Who she always stops to share a word with? It can't just be them. So that's her name- Astrig. One of the street musicians just shouted it before proclaiming the making of a new song. She smiles and listens, reaching into the bottomless pocket of dollars. Where does she get it all from, anyway? Abruptly, she leaves them to their music, stopping and scrutinizing every poster down the street- soft, brunette hair falling down her back, twining around her invisible wings. She turns around and looks up to the gathering dusk, smiling while stretching her arm This took a really long time, but you guys are worth it! As for the Premium Membership Giveaway, I will be announcing winners during the middle of the month. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, check it out here Now back to responding to messages!!! Edit: I could've edited this to be a lot more aesthetically pleasing...but... CelestialMemories
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Watching: Divorce Court
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