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Caw“Kill the heretics and their demonic creations! Chase them off into those abhorred woods they adore so much! Burn their house down to make sure they never come back!”More Like This
The angry villagers’ voices echoed in Sienna’s head as she and her dad trudged through the thick layer of fallen leaves on the floor of the “abhorred woods.” She didn’t understand why the people of Salem hated magic so much. Did it scare them? Sienna was familiar with the feeling of being frightened by the unknown, mostly due to her past experiences in this forest. Too bad it was the only way she and her dad could go to elude the people who were planning to kill them. Dad claimed he knew his way around the forest, but Sienna wasn’t so sure she could trust him after he accidentally let the villagers see his scarecrow walking around outside. Now Sienna was following Dad to a town to the south, where he said they could live in peace and rebuild their lives.
“How long unti
Ghost of a ChanceI flicked through radio stations, trying to find one that had decent reception out here. The classic country station had petered out about fifteen miles down the two-lane county road, and the beat-up Chevy that held all our gear didn't have a CD player. Static, static, and more static, then a burst of faint Hispanic-sounding music, but even the ranchera station was more white noise than melody.More Like This
"Forget it, Jules," Elliot sighed from the back seat. "It's only twenty more minutes."
"Yeah, assuming we don't run into a dirt road with a tree across it." Ally, our pugnacious resident skeptic, glared at the asphalt ahead of us.
"Don't jinx us
OzymandiasJuly 3, 1928More Like This
The excavation commenced this morning. Max claims we'll have this temple untucked before next October, but I know he's being excessively optimistic for Arthur's sake. Still, who'd suppose we could even manage this far without bumbling ourselves into a cataract? I rode on a camel for the first time only a month ago, and the beast didn't even bite me. I'd say that's success already.
July 4
Bloody hot. Why'd we go in summer again?
July 6
We've got some sort of corner showing through. Can't determine yet whether it's from the point of a pyramid-like object, or the corner of a more rectangular sort. Odd angle. I suppose centurie
DisillusionedMore Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never acce
La Isla de la MunecasAs soon as violet stepped foot on the vessel, she regretted her decision. When the engine erupted and the boat left the dock, her heart went running straight up the ramp and onto dry land where it was safe. She gazed over at Dianne, who was basking in the sunlight, and wondered how she could be so calm. Didn't she know where they were headed?More Like This
The driver of the boat, noticing violet's distraught expression, let out a little chuckle. "Is this your first time in Mexico City siñoritas?" he said with a thick Mexican accent.
"Yes it is!" Dianne clapped her hands as she replied, her big blue eyes lighting up like lanterns. "We are
The Protector's PromiseThe e-mail said to come alone, no phone and to tell no one and nothing would happen to anyone I love. So here I am out in the middle of the forest, walking down a path to some unknown location,the feeling of impending doom crushed me as I walked. Not one star could be seen in the sky and the full moon barely shown through the inky night clouds. The air felt like I was walking through quicksand. It was not going to bode well for me tonight so why didn't I just turn around and leave. I can tell you why, I am too stubborn for my own good. I seem to act first and think second. My father has warned me that it would be the death of me. I guess he jMore Like This
Halloween Warning, Halloween Horror, Halloween EndMy family is magical.More Like This
There is no other way of explaining what we are, for I am not certain myself. My mother is a witch. So is my grandmother. And so was her mother too... a long line of ancestry reaching back all the way to the early settlers from Ireland , 16th century. Ever my two sisters are witches. And yet I.... I am not. And yes, it's very complicated.
Don't even ask.
I've never felt anything supernatural or magical whole my life and lately, I've started feeling more than ashamed.
I've hoped and hoped for any sign of magic all these years and throughout time, I've given up.
Entirely.
I've come to accept my destiny of an outcast, but
Blood Country: Vampires My car had broken down a mile back and I was walking to the next town or the next whatever. My flashlight and out-of-service phone was all I had, I had been walking in the dark for what seemed like hours because of the crisp cold air but in all honesty it had only been fifteen minutes.More Like This
Shivers went down my spine as the cold crept up on me even more then before, it seemed like it was going to snow it was so cold but it was only October, October 31st to be exact. The night was All Hallows' Eve (or Halloween to most people) and I was lost. Leaves fell from the trees like tiny, wet parachutes and the wind practically blew icicles. I zipped
Harvest Time "Oh, come on. There's got to be service around here somewhere." Maria stretched her arm high over her head, hoping that the extra height would help her cell phone find enough bars to call for a tow truck. When that did no good, she climbed up on the roof of her station wagon.More Like This
"Don't you ever try something like this, Lucy. It's dangerous. Mommy's only doing it because it's an emergency."
"Okay, Mommy." Lucy was playing in the grass by the car, and even though nobody was around, Maria couldn't help but worry.
"Stay close to the car, okay? You don't want to get lost out here." Maria didn't want to even be here. If the GPS
Graveyard SerenadeLong years have passed since you have seen the sun;More Like This
So cold you are, no drop of blood, no red;
No prophet I, yet know you are the one
With whom my heart belongs, although you're dead.
In winter's arms I lie and wait for sleep;
But it evades me when not at your grave;
Of you I dream, I pray, I scream, I weep;
For all eternity I am your slave.
Between the haunting ghosts I see your face;
More fair than any mortal eyes have seen;
Pale light bestowing you unearthly grace;
Your beauty even Death could not demean.
As mad I walk, all heads nod from above;
Yet is insanity not known as love?
a visitationNobody goes to the graves anymoreMore Like This
potter's field number ten stands empty
aside from the hundreds of bodies, at least
and the one lonesome boy at the gates
"May I come in?" he asks with a faint mournful smile
and he opens the gate and he pauses to kneel
asks forgiveness from the bodies
that he technically put there.
He's brought some small offerings
food, flowers, rum
and a handful of sugar skulls
which he places on gravesites, every fifth one.
His ritual solemn, he murmurs his greetings
he addresses by name the ones with wood markers
but most graves are nameless
so he calls them "lost friends."
He stops at the grave of a woman
revengei will break youMore Like This
i will suck the marrow from your bones
i will dance on your graves
i will find you and drive you to your bloody end
you are all that has me scream at night
and steals my sleep and steals my breath
and everything you are has poisoned me
and i will take my very essence back.
Welcome to my MindMy mind comes up with imagery,More Like This
most would wonder about.
Purple balloons hanging from bare trees,
while a murder of crows wait for souls falling from their path.
Of white castles high up on a mountain,
Skeletons guarding against some unknown foe.
A dark woods with fingers reaching out to grab for all.
Welcome to my mind. Nothing is as it seems.
When you think you figured it out, it will be twisted beyond recognize.
Beware my friend, for each step could be your doom or salvation.
Chose the right or wrong one before it's too late.
But then you won't really care anymore.
For as in life, the choices are not clear.
A bridge could be an illusion, a canyon with invisible steps.
Every twist and turn will give you another chance to be lost or found.
The signs could led to your destruction or your hope.
Is hope an mirage or real?
That is for you to decide.
There is hope, however small,
That you will reach your salvation and leave my mind whole and unchanged.
But why would you wa
The Grave by The SycamoreOnce upon a Sunday mass, when the time for bread had passed.More Like This
I took a stroll on hollow ground, past the ancient sycamore.
While I wondered, nearly falling, quietly there came a sighing.
As of someone gently crying, crying by a grave I've seen before.
"Tis some mourner" I uttered "sighing at this grave I've seen before."
Only this and nothing more.
Ah, I can plainly recall, it was in the barren fall
when they lowered her bones beneath the hollow floor.
Desperately I wished her healed; I wished for deaths kiss to yield
for my love to emerge-emerge from this grave I've seen before.
when the earth didn't sever, I knew she was lost fo
Drips From The Tallow KidWith a rattle of seedy charms,More Like This
they are gone.
She stands vulnerable in the field where everything is the same
and again-
the wind contracts sharply, flattening her
smarting, gripping palms over her knees.
Her hair blows in smoky gusts,
chin tilted to keep the wind from just
bearing it all away.
She still possesses a little pity in breathing,
and a dying wish to forget
[that boy. The responsibility of
failure and relief in the bearers of bad news.]
If only, if only, the woodpecker cries.
The sky is a rough water horse.
Confusion eddies
chastising her choices
a wobble of the mouth
unintended undulation-
"I think we're all feeling a little
Autumn's KissChilling whispers chase away summers sun,More Like This
Fingers caress, coax life to end.
A gentle kiss, from red stained lips, signal autumn has begun.
Night draws in, the day is done,
To darkness's will the world shall bend.
Chilling whispers chase away summers sun.
The golden harvests long have been spun,
Now fields lay barren, no more to append.
A gentle kiss, from red stained lips, signal autumn has begun.
Drained of colour, the world turns dun,
Off to the horizon all things do blend.
Chilling whispers chase away summers sun.
Enveloping warmth the new season does shun,
The promise of winter on her breath doth descend.
A gentle kiss, from red stain
Graveside Serenade"My love come to me"More Like This
I say to thee
"Come into my sight
on this dreadful night...
Don't fight"
"Dance with me"
I say to thee
"On these gravestones lit by the moons kiss
just one more wish and you'll be mine"
"Don't be afraid, it's only me"
I say to thee
"It's only death on these gravestones
on top of these bones
And you my love are my bride to be
Don't you see?"
"I love you too but this cannot be"
She whispers to me
"Life and death this cannot be
don't you see?
This is an everlasting nightmare, this cannot be."
"Death and life where always meant to be"
I say to thee
"Light and dark, in this everlasting nightmare
don't dare
to leave my side
this everlasting tide"
"I'm sorry my love I just can't stay in this nightmare forever..."
Autumnal RequiemShiver! Quiver! Once you hear the shrieking sound.More Like This
Burning, turning, twisting insides once so bound!
Tell, yell! Once you see the wave of death,
Try, cry, to the tale of terror that is set!
And once so beautiful, divine
Melody comes out of line
Out of tune, out of rhyme
As her fear starts to speak,
Too horrified, too weak,
All she can do is shriek!
And yelp and yell, to the clanging of the bell,
In the darkness of the night
As she shivers with affright
In the midnight dreary
As she runs, scared, weary!
And curse, and scream,
For shattered is her dream
Dream of happiness and love,
Cursed from the one above!
Tears, dripping salty tears,
InsomniaStrange sounds on sleepless nightsMore Like This
Silver bells, tolling bright
Sing me something sad and slow
Slip into the undertow
Seeing sights that are not there
Seeing sunlight everywhere
Silent sleeper, not a peep
Surely, I just need some sleep
RiddlesSpeaking of riddles, may I begin?More Like This
I see that you wonder why time is so thin.
I have to confront and confuse contradictions,
My son, can you see? Time is of essence!
Speaking in riddles, so I begin.
Why is your mind coated in sin?
Why do you sear at the sound of disgrace?
Why do you tremble at the sight of her lace?
Your thoughts are thawing with your soul set aflame,
Your breaths are growing and love is to blame,
Your riddles are strong but mine are thus more,
Behold! Beware! It’s the calm before the storm…
You learned to die and I learned to live
Soaked with her blood, your axe might still cleave,
The riddles will call and as
In the Hollow Space Under the StairIn the hollow space under the stairMore Like This
spiders breed all unaware
of an untrimmed door set in the wall
behind the paint, narrow and small.
This door opens on meadows bright –
even while the household sleeps at night –
or, perhaps, on rainy days
where water licks at stony quays,
and houses lean across canals,
and ships return from hunting whales;
or else, broaching lands of trolls,
cracks wide the face of hoary knoll.
In the pantry, by the box of bread
someone has a flashlight hid;
close by it, on upper shelves
is tucked away – a book of tales.
I say not who, I say not when
might journey to an hour's end
from the hollow spac
Dinner For TwoThe bushes are still but never vacant.More Like This
Within their shadows I’m lurking.
Watching you much more closely than the other gazelle.
I’ve always wanted to have you for dinner.
But this game of cat and mouse has rage war for far too long.
And Jerry still has higher winning streak than Tom.
Why can’t we forgot our duties as predator and pray in the animal kingdom?
Setting aside our fangs, horns, claws, and hooves.
While picking up the forks and chops sticks.
Because I’m an outlaw that left his carnivorous heritage.
So the same food chain could link us together for life.
Just give me one dinner for two to show you a meal yo
A Walk"I want to take a walk and write something"More Like This
thought I this night. But what to say? Nothing worthy in sight.
I feel a drive to spill ink on paper, but no words heed the Shaper.
I could write about my dad who believes if I died yesterday
I would be rotting in Hell's fiery pits today!
But I don't need his fallacious religion to know that my life has meaning.
I could talk about my friend who recently joined the army,
although it is nothing, a spit in the sea compared to the American death machine.
I could think about how I was medicated;
drugged half my life for a problem I was later told most people grow out of.
I could sing of my sister w
MotherWhat will you feel,More Like This
When others capture your kingdom?
What will you do,
When others devastate your freedom?
Will you kill the others,
When others try to kill you?
But what if your only danger is not the others' beast,
But your inner power unleashed?
We are the tree cutting it's own root,
We feed ourselves like widow feeds her brood.
There is no hope for our common Mother,
As children must love and be loved.
Sins we ever committed are zero,
Even the blind can see,that the sinner is hero.
There is no hope for our common Mother,
As Adam and Eve betray each other.
The womb is eaten from deep inside by worm,
We are the one which s
Where to Go?Where do the ducksMore Like This
Go,
When the lakes water
Has froze
Where do they hide
When the grass
No longer lives
To cover their feather hinds
To the south
(A small voice whispers)
But where do I go?
When my dreams
Have frozen?
But where do I hide
When my soul
Is bound and tied
There is no place
(Someone breathes softly)
Where does a sinner
Go,
To gain forgiveness?
To the desert
(A voice murmurs)
The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,More Like This
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.
At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.
At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he
3. Simply LightThis is the beginning of your sightMore Like This
What shines in the dark of night
It is for what they fight
Healing the villains poisonous bite
Glowing the color white
You say it helps fight the blight
The heart of my knight
The beauty leaves my heart feeling tight
Bonded by our plight
They become a wright
I use it to write
It is Light
ApocalypseHaunting dreamsMore Like This
The blood of the world
On my hands how it seems
Was caused by the sword
I was given to bear
But I can't anymore.
Too real the pain,
The rich smell of sweat,
Too cold the rain,
The weight of regret.
Shall I kill them all?
The world's meant to fall,
To break into shards
And tear humans apart.
When the darkness will rise
it will turn hearts to ice
it will turn sun to fire.
Hypocrites, liars,
betrayal and hate
now rule the world.
It will be too late
with warnings unheard
and signs being hidden,
turned to secrets, forbidden,
so mankind will pay.
Whatever they claim
or how much they scream
that day has to
Styrofoam BreathA new sun rises,More Like This
A day has dawned.
The tables have turned
And the curtains are drawn.
Static faces in blank disguises,
Two suns can't set before another rises.
Gazing to the unknown horizon,
My whole world is torn.
Flowing from her eyes and and into mine,
Prospects are reborn.
The vision forever lingers:
Hair clasped in rigorous fingers.
The sky was murky,
Two drops of color lost in a glass.
Stirred once and left...
Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep.
Frail foundations
Without fair warning,
And angels at night
Have never dreamt of morning.
Expressionless smiles,
Wrinkled, cracked plastic...
Hollow words,
neither believes.
A Twisted WonderlandOh Alice you'd thought it'd be grandMore Like This
To fall down that hole
And visit Wonderland
Well i'm afraid it's just not the same
Everyone you knew,
Has now gone insane
If you visit the Hatter, don't drink the tea
The March Hare did
He was poisoned you see
Beware of the cat, I fear that he's near
Watch out for his claws,
Or you'll smile ear to ear
Remember the Dormouse? I'm afraid you can see,
He isn't sleeping
He's dead as can be
Don't anger the queen, or she'll paint the roses red
With a twisted smile,
She'll chop off your head
Aren't you glad you followed that rabbit?
I wish you good luck Alice
Trust me, you'll need it
ForwordI have not become strongerMore Like This
in the broken places.
Bones ache of age
of misuse
of disuse
and each cracking joint
is an audible reminder
of missteps
of misjudgments
of paths walked too long
and of steps
that should have been,
but were never taken.
Bent fingers jut
from palms of sandpaper,
calloused and crinkled,
they cannot grip
with that same eager desperation
of a child seeking comfort.
Black becomes gray
at the gates
of troubled temples and
dreams,
once saliently sweet,
decay on the tongue
like the sound
of necessary words produced,
but never employed.
I have not become stronger in the broken places
*Mirror Image*Old eyes searched a haunted imageMore Like This
With hands that shook he touched his face
Fearful he felt translucent skin
Like cling film wrapped on bone
Humbled he asked 'Who is this stranger'
Wait!
I know this man I am sure I do
Time receded a blur
Friends from the past smiled in the bevelled mirror
With hesitant hand he touched yesterday.
Remembering, women with ivory shoulders
Pearls shimmering on beige lace
Red lips that kissed with ancient guile
Images teased his weary mind
While he searched his mirror for a forgotten face
'Who is this stranger'
2013 Delice1941
1st January2012
Emotive Dissonance"I love you, I love you"More Like This
is stuttering in
the white death of my heart
where your name
once echoed;
An impossible possibility
in the tenderness
of a golden glow,
inverted and
now blackened
by globs of mentholated tar.
You sway
silent and steady,
a dark pendulum
to tantalise,
to hypnotize the logic
from my mind
in exchange
for the unreliable promises
of a heart
that ignores what is
in search
of what it wants to be.
Trust like a wooden bridge in an iron age
becomes obsolete,
like truth has been supplanted by faith.
Truth
asphyxiates on parted lips
dripping
with heady, amber manipulations.
Truth
is hidden
in the dark folds,
lost in the crinkle
Haunted WaltzSickly fall leaves parachute,More Like This
Moonlight illuminating off and drawing my eye.
Footsteps screech,
like owls on frigid nights.
Dancing feet flow through the grave yard,
Haunting energy filling our veins
Capturing lurid fantasy.
Can bliss and horror be simultaneous?
My soul inked by every breath at midnight
My heart preserved, out of body.
Psyche fractured,
shattered porcelain.
Our music plays,
trapping memories.
Wind whispers while we float.
Dance till morn,
when raven call ends
Our waltz through gravestones.
for onceColdMore Like This
blackempty
like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided
Drenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veins
surrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,
like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours
And as the rain falls harder
as it falls faster
washing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,
for
once
just
once
i pray it takes me with
Girl, Reincarnated.Perhaps in a past life you were made of ink,More Like This
your eyes speckled like blotting paper,
complexion smooth as parchment.
And maybe your voice was storm cloud rolling
because I see your words
and they fill my heart with rain,
not the heavy kind that revels
in punching holes in butterfly wings but rather
the mist that paints the dew and
leaves the sky beautifully grey.
At the very least your soul was a mourning dove,
as there's a lilting sorrow in your words
that the air carries like a melody,
were I to speak them aloud
I would sing, hoping that my voice wouldn't shake
with your weeping.
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.More Like This
The hours,
minutes,
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
heartbroken.
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,More Like This
peaches, sunshine,
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
vibrant.
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
If I Couldif i couldMore Like This
i would spend my days
by your side.
i would wake up
every morning
with your head
on my chest.
i would smile,
and run my fingers
along your back.
hold back
childish laughter
as you twitch
and snuggle closer,
a furrow
between your eyebrows.
i would kiss your forehead
run my fingers
through your hair
and listen to your soft sighs
as you sleep.
i would go with you
wherever you wanted,
whether it be
to spend an afternoon
in a movie
or to spend
the day
at the zoo
watching the rhinoceros hornbill
and listening to the larks sing
we could go
to the park
or spend the day in,
watching Doctor Who
or Rent.
i would wait up
for you
the nightmare goes like this:the nightmare goes like this:More Like This
an apron, clean pine green,
at work. the girls i know
so sweet and auburnborn
fixing hot chocolate behind
the bar. halloween blows
in tonight, burn out the
lights. burned out the
lights. smear our faces in
emerald green, walk the
corridors ziplipped as a
field mouse. the acid sizzles
in my mouth and the paint
leaves patches from neck to
navel. brown as something
yellow left in the oven too long,
the length of my torso a
flamethrower's crime scene, a
dinner embarrassingly overdone.
the girls see them and laugh
like i am a carousel burbling
highpitched ice cream music,
they sit me at their feet, a
je
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPT
Better Left Unsaid.You'll be a lawyer-More Like This
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
And eve
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror MovieMore Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also d
i begin and end with you.How do you go about explaining love to someone who has never felt it? How do you put into words the sweetness of the first kiss or the bitterness of the first goodbye or the hundred pinpricks of emotion you feel each and every time lip parts lip? If I were to try, I wouldn't start with the first embrace or the first touch or the first time your tongue swept the top of your mouth and you breathed my name. I wouldn't start with the first time nail bit into hip or teeth into shoulder or the first time you cried my name and I cried yours. I wouldn't talk about the first time that we held hands under the branches of the willow, limbs interlaced asMore Like This
A Story About Beautiful PeopleIf you were an artist and I was a poet we could live like beautiful people and the awful things we did would look like the most gorgeous sins in the world. We'd light lamps with moonlight and laugh when it flickered in our faces, we'd tell ghost stories and feel twelve years old forever. Every morning we'd wake up to the sound of warm summer rain and you'd pull on hiking boots and not come home till dark. You'd smell like dead plants and moss with your hair drenched and your eyes bright. You'd break my pens and use the ink to create pretty things on a canvas, I'd write stories with watercolours that burned hot and bright against paper.More Like This
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Brave New WorldDying Swans have bloody wingsMore Like This
Torn off and cast asunder.
Here men's dreams collapse and die
And bloody skies cry thunder.
I sit alone and soon grow old
My bloody hands lie still.
Come join me in my brave new world
The land beyond the hill.
queen of nothing.what I've learned:More Like This
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car – I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135
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