Sprinting Towards Demise
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsMore Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
Why are you so mean
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
Barking OrdersMore Like This
Hear them, those voices in mind.
Heed them, those ideas they speak
I have felt the hands of those voices, in the wake of my choices.
I have heard them laughing at me in my shambled mind.
Those voices are not mine,
Nor were they ever...
I was not born with them,
But they came to me in weakness.
Attracted to the scent of my flawed being,
the aura of my imperfection.
The voices of, my rotten conscious,
Overtaken by shame and regret.
I have heard them screaming
at me in my shackled mind...
ILLUSIONI gaze into the mirror and I see there –More Like This
Lack-lustre eyes and shabby shaggy hair;
Lethe-drunk mind that makes delusions seem real;
Unkempt beard appears grey and white though it’s not;
Soulless eyes and dreamless mind always stare.
I cannot believe that I am still here.
Only I remain confined by my fears;
Never freed by false prophecies or dreams.
Dying SlowlyHe sat by the bus stop and waited soMore Like This
Patiently, for her to come and greet him.
She didn’t take long to walk down the street,
But did not notice him waiting for her.
He saw her walk up and sit beside him,
Unaware that he sat waiting for her.
He cleared his throat and he shuffled his feet,
Hoping that she would notice him, but no!
She did not see him there, and how could she?
Had he not passed away, so silently?
Dark death had struck, and his white soul was gone;
Now only his lonely ghost wandered on.
She had heard the sad news the previous day,
But it had not registered in her mind.
Numb to the pain and an alien to grief,
She just kept going on the firm belief
That cruel death was not all that far from her.
If only she had known how wrong she was,
It would have broken her almost-dead heart.
But for now she just kept on believing.
What choice did she have but to believe in
This dream? For only through her faith in death
Could she find reason for that black feeling
That can only be
TogetherIs the wind a sharper blade than cuts the soul asunder?More Like This
Is not the whisper of the maiden but a siren’s thunder?
Where wicked wiles and satanic smiles greet the pure-hearted,
There it is that you and I have long since when been parted.
But that matters not in the least of terms for we are now together,
And as we stand back-to-back in the face of raging weather;
Know that I am by your side, and that I your guardian be.
Fear not the wicked blade, fear not the wild torrent of the sea.
Though the battles be fought and the wars be waged, you and I will still stand;
For while I have you and you have I, then what but victory may Fate hand?
A PauseMore Like This
I slipped, I think. I'm not sure when.
I'll need a bit to breathe again.
Don't mind; I'll sit, and bide some time,
Restore myself with clever rhyme,
Or wine, or smoke, whatever works,
To firm my spine and soothe the hurt.
Walk on, I'm fine, I'll be there soon.
I've got the stars; I've got the moon.
We make a lovely trilogy,
The sky, the dark and moody me.
Upset? Who I? Why would you ask?
Surely I'm above all that.
After all, I barely flinched
When you dropped my hand to reach for his.
Nor did I bat a single lash,
When I got pushed so he could pass.
So do not dare to advocate
That it is pout instead of fate's
Cruel hand that caused me to relent
My forward stride for one moment.
A simple stop, and just this once,
I'm sure that it will be enough.
A muscle rub, a tendon twist,
And I will overcome all this.
Take no time out, go on – step light
Before you lose him to the night.
I'll hang back here and tell myself
That rest is what this is about.
Then close my eyes and clear my head
A Moment in TimeA soft, gentle breeze whispers past my ears,More Like This
With the touch of feathers on the back of
My neck, and the feel of a cool comb through
My dark hair; making me feel so complete.
Steady feet hold fast to the edge of the
Green grass covered earth, and I can not
Seem to comprehend how I could still be
In this world; standing as still as I am.
People glide past me in such great hurry;
Can they not see that life will not last for
Long, or do they comprehend that fact but
Remain alien to such a simple truth
Steady feet hold fast to the edge of the
Green grass covered earth, and we can not
Seem to comprehend how we could still be
Here. Moving through time, but frozen in space.
Take the moments you have at your disposal
And stand still for a moment in time.
General Commission Info - CLOSEDWould you like to commission me?More Like This
See below for current options and pricing
1 slot is currently OPEN
1.littlepaperforest (CSS) - payed - in discussion
2.AutumnHoney (CSS) - in discussion
3.Rinselli-chan (CSS) - payed - in discussion
4.HappyKittyShop (CSS) - payed - in discussion
5.Minty-Kitty-Art (av) - contact when complete above
CLOSED again for now . Will open again when a few have been completed <3. I'll be responding to notes soon!
I do not accept points.
Paypal only, Sorry guys! I don't have the need for points right now
prices subject to change
Pixelled Deviantart Avatars
Click HERE for information
Price range from $5-$12+ (all prices in usd)
Deviantart Journal Skins
Click HERE for information
Price range from $10+
More..More Like This
I miss you, everyday even more.
We talk, we text, we see each other more than four.
You text her while talking to me and I tore.
Bitter I am, which isn't folk lore.
Jealousy overwhelms me and I think she's a whore.
When we sleep I hear your sweet snore.
I love you, you say and I soar.
When we fight its like a war.
You're exactly what I ask for.
And there's no way I could possibly love you anymore.
For my baby, I love you.
A Love Like This A Love Like YouMore Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Thirty MinutesMore Like This
I have thirty minutes
This clock is ticking
My pulse is getting weaker
As I stare blankly up at the ceiling
Thoughts of you
Fill my vision
I wish you could see how deeply
Madly in love with you I am
And how much you've hurt me so
My vision is starting to blur
My senses are becoming less attuned
It's almost time
Tears form in my eyes
I think about my very last breath
How soon it will be here
I'm not ready to die
There's so much more I wanted to do
I'd give anything
To just be friends with you again
To see your smile
To hear your laugh
Oh how I long to hear your sweet, wonderful voice
Whispering nothing but love in my ear
To experience the blissful sensation of your fingertips brushing against my skin
Your green eyes melting me into a pool of euphoria
Where did it all go?
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
So many questions left unanswered
So many things left unsaid
I'm growing tired now
I'm fighting so hard to keep my eyes open
Though I k
Rainbow DustMore Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
feature IX..welcome to another feature of users I have on my watchlist!More Like This
I'm amazed my last feature got more than 300views - thank you!
I want to apologize because this time there is at least one deviant
I missed and don't remember who it is
I also have good news - I realized some things very helpful for my life..
I enjoy being busy - so I'm keep on trying to just be and act
instead of idling around so often.
I feel better when having a good boot up of my day
with positive thoughts and a daily todo-list.
now let's see who I wrote down on my list had their birthday last 2weeks:
next 7days there are some more users
who would love getting feedback close to t
commissions are open Status: OPENMore Like This
more examples: http://ladollblanche.deviantart.com/gallery/52085427/Detailed-Chibis
Detailed chibi - 30 USD
+30USD additional character
+ 1-3USD if character too detailed
has size about ±700x700
in gallery i post smaller version. real size looks as this: http://i.imgur.com/oz2mjwY.png
Simple chibi - 20 usd
+20USD additional character
+ 1-3USD if character too detailed
has size ±300x300
[Bullet; White] tr
Prove Them Wrong We can do this babe,More Like This
We will show them,
It doesn't matter what it takes,
We've overcame so much,
Nothing can stop us now,
We'll prove them wrong
Clockwork Girl“Clockwork Girl”More Like This
She sat in a corner,
Her gears spinning, turning,
Tasteless and lifeless
She ticked and she tocked.
The King built her from silver,
Steel, and turning wheels,
He bolted her legs together
And smelted her fingers to shape.
But the girl was left behind
Finished but not perfect
And sat there, broken,
In the darkened smog.
The Soldier came and found her
Rusting away to silver ash,
And taking a wrench
Tightened her parts together.
But the girl was still not perfect
And was ignored for even more,
To sit and to click
To have her gears rust to still.
The Mechanic tripped upon her
A heap of scrap to many
But he saw her perfection
And took her restoration.
The girl came to life in his hands,
Her metal skin breathing warmth
Silver eyes glinting with light
Heart ringing to the sound of love.
And the clockwork girl
And the Mechanic left
The dampened dark
Into life’s sun.
Politicsthe end of respected politicsMore Like This
a world of conquered people
the silence is madness
Autism Intelligence at no bounds,More Like This
Disrespected for difference,
Perfection within itself,
Misunderstood do to not understanding,
People need to accept,
And realize that autism may be different,
But those with autism,
Are stronger than the strongest man
Lament of an IrishmanFarewell, my love, goodbye my heartMore Like This
Never again will you I see
Down to the silent depths I go
The Good Lord is taking me
Great hope I found, much joy I gained
When of America's blessed shores I heard
For the lord's men had chased us off
To starve and die among the curs
My father's watch alone was saved
Hung on a long, rusted chain
To part with it tore at my heart
But you and the wee one were in pain
So my beloved treasure I sacrificed
To gain us passage aboard a coffin ship
Alas, there was only enough fare for one
To take this long and dangerous trip
Thus it was decided that I should leave
The isle of my childhood and birth
To slave away both night and day
So we might have a home, a hearth
Then came the lightning and the rain
Which wracked the vessel with hate and scorn
Cries arose like a cursed banshee's wail
When it was seen that a hole in the wood was torn
Through the storm I saw a sight
That made my soul to weep and moan
In the distance glittered a host of lights
From a harbour whe
The DenialsSit down, just stop for a moment, and thinkMore Like This
Look there, everywhere your eyes go, and blink
What I saw around me was humanity
It drives me into a deep insanity
What is the point in gaining all these memories?
When it'll vanish at the end of our many centuries?
Not trying to be dark here, it's what I see
'Cause that is how it's really going to be
Another thing to note, life is a pretty lie
The bad is pushed away, ignoring is what we try
Here's the second half, death is the ugly truth
Death is feared by most, that is what I sleuth
Why do humans try to embrace the light all the time?
Why don't they accept the dark and it's undesired grime?
Don't they know that this is how it is, both life and death?
And yet why do they LIVE and not think of their last breath?
The reason to that is easy and simple: we do not want to witness the end
Put death aside, be no demise, live life to the fullest, high up transcend
People looking toward the light: hope, life, enlightenment, and happiness
And deny the
The French RevolutionFoot steps bounce and echoMore Like This
Echoes call to the past
Pasts of lonesome cries
Cries calling the heavens above
Above the wisps of our dreams
Lying to the meaning of our lives
Lives consumed with indulgence and superficiality
Superficial ones rise
Rise and fall, to the strike of a cymbal
Cymbals ricochet and echo
Echo and bounce
Bouncing footsteps die
Die and rot
Rotting flesh, leaving nothing.
9 Traits that Readers Want in Your Story's Hero9 Traits that Readers Want in Your Story's HeroMore Like This
Today, I will conclude the trio of character types that I started with Villains and Antiheroes, by discussing what readers want from your story's Hero. Please note that I am speaking specifically about a heroic protagonist, not just any protagonist for any sort of story. Also remember that it could be the case that a story is about the protagonist BECOMING the hero. In this case, the story should be about learning or gaining these traits as they make mistakes, try to grow, and move towards their goal.
Trait 1: Ideals that set them apart from the world. (Dumbledore)
The first thing that should set your hero apart from the world, is not any sort of power or ability, it is an ideal. Any realistic world contains many good people within it. This means that anyone who surpasses that level of good, must have a worldview that challenges the level of goodness already present.
Trait 2: A drive to push them to change the world. (Kick-ass)
6 Steps to Crafting Each Chapter of Your Novel6 Steps to Making Every Chapter of your Novel Most ExcellentMore Like This
The number one reason for people refusing to read a book is boredom. And no matter how much good content can be found if one just “sticks it out,” it will never be found if your readers have to drudge through even a single boring chapter. So, for both writing and post-draft editing, here are 6 steps to making EVERY chapter most excellent.
Step 1: Create a three-act plot structure for each chapter.
Every chapter of a novel should be a short story in and of itself—almost like a comic book or television drama. Now, it is not essential that the three-act plot structure be done perfectly, but every chapter should have the hero encountering a problem, growing from that experience, and a climax where the hero overcomes or is overcome by the problem. Doing this will make sure that every chapter is vital to the story and that something is always happening.
Step 2: Make every chapter opening a hook.
The hook might be
Letters and TearsWrite away your pain and fears.More Like This
Let the whole world see your tears.
Write your blood in letters deep.
Let the world laugh while you weep.
Throw your words upon the page.
Let your tears stream down your face.
Gouge paper deep with all your sorrow.
Let them see you struggle to live for tomorrow.
Cut paper with pen like you would skin and knife.
Let them see your desire to cut short your life.
Make red ink bleed upon pages white.
Let it replace blood that drips on white tiles late at night.
Slice the paper with your pen.
Let them see you try to begin again.
Blur the letters with every tear.
Let the world see you cower while they sneer.
When you've written your hate on paper white
To replace your cutting late at night,
Shove your words into the face of society
To prove that you've finally been set free.
They won't read your words
Nor will anyone care
That you spent so much of your life
Gasping for air.
It matters no longer.
What's done is done.
Your pain is gone.
You've finally won.
The Girl In the RainSinking into despairMore Like This
Gasping for air.
Choking on blood
From your caustic flood.
This is the pain
As I'm drowned in the rain
That does commence
When you lose all sense
And lead astray
The heart you took away
That loved you so.
But how could you know?
You'd rather flee
Than give your care
To the girl gasping for air
Who gave all she had
To make you glad
But it meant nothing to you
So away you flew
Like a thief in the night
To avoid the light
She willingly shined bright
To give your heart sight
But you'd rather stay
Alone in the dark
Than leave your mark
On a heart made of stone.
No kindness have you shown
To the girl in the rain
Who drowned in your pain.
Her Heart Was Made to BreakI need to tell youMore Like This
A secret I've kept
Buried for much too long
For these words
That have been far too cooked
In my heart's fire
And I pray
They might suit your taste.
For once, I gave you
A piece of the truth
I'm sure it wasn't.
I know, I know.
You expect better of me.
But these crystals
Made of salt
Are too much
For tiny water drops
To dissolve this time.
Because I've already
Felt the waves of longing
Sink my soul
And I've known that
I've been drowning.
It's a shame, really
When you've hit
The ocean's floor.
But I've got to open
This heavy chest now.
Even if it's a treasure
You never wanted to see.
I love you.
I miss you.
Please, come back to me.
A battle cry for the lost.Open your eyes my child,More Like This
we're on the way home.
We may not win the battle,
but you wont go down alone.
Your mother wont be forgotten,
she was taken way too soon...
But,revenge is never the answer,
a calm mind will help us bloom
We ran away from death,
and feel guilty from the fright!
But we will return for our family!
We'd rather die with a fight!
Come to arms my brothers!
Nomads, we are not.
Think about our precious lands,
or maybe you all forgot...
Well, whoever will stand with me,
clear the anger from your heart.
Blindness from rage is fatal ,
and we'd be doomed from the start.
So open your eyes my people!
We are on the way home.
We may not win this battle,
but we wont go down alone!
I Need A ResolutionStress stress stress,More Like This
I feel like a mess.
Stress stress stress,
It won't grow less.
Worry worry worry,
I'm always in a hurry.
Worry worry worry,
I feel the need to scurry.
Fear fear fear,
The end is coming near.
Fear fear fear,
Not a thing is clear.
Confusion confusion confusion,
The future is an illusion.
confusion confusion confusion,
I need a resolution.
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy centerMore Like This
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists are not
meant for passion. Idealists are the dreamers
of their own demise; only they can make it
A man once told me that the astute make terrible
lovers, but I'll fight that to the bitter end. Maybe
the irrational are so hopeful in their wafts of
hallucination they cannot come to mindful conclusions
of their forsaken love.
There's a poet under my skin, itching
I Don't Know How to Say GoodbyeI don't know how to say goodbye.More Like This
Do you know how to say goodbye
To someone you have had know for your entire life?
Or to someone you only know for a few days,
And in these few days he had touched your heart?
I don't know how to say goodbye.
Do you know how to say goodbye
To your best friend, the one who never told you lies?
Or to that kid on the street
That never knew what "family" is?
I don't know how to say goodbye.
Do you know how to say goodbye
To your sister, to your brother, to the ones who always stayed by your side?
I don't know how to say goodbye.
Do you know how to say goodbye?
Who Are You?Wind blowing, eyes glowingMore Like This
head down, slowly breathing.
the whole world sees you
your voice carries only beyond
what they desire to hear.
loved by all.
hated by some.
your world lay in a creation
one made with the petals
of a dying rose.
you are black as the night.
nothing is left to want
there is naught to desire.
so why do you look so sad?
why is your voice so weak?
you are trembling.
you shout, head still down,
your body rigid.
young dying rose...
who are you?
how is it they can love you,
but not even know who you are?
they see only the face
of a portrait they desire.
are you merely...
a prize to be won?
your throat is bleeding
and still no one hears you.
your hands so wounded
from beating yourself up
your tears never ending
dying rose, you are alone.
your thorns are showing.
quickly now, before they see
hide your petals from the sun
shun the moonlight in your wake
they love you
you hate them
they adore you
you despise them
sweet black rose...
won't you mov
Love HurtsLove is this strange madnessMore Like This
where you know it's insane
to love a person this much,
to allow them to hold your ceaseless heart.
No person should be able to make me kneel
simply because it please her.
Yet I can't help myself;
I do everything in my power to try to make her happy.
This love keeps forcing itself forward in these abused frontal lobes.
You feel the pressure of their hands,
the scrape of the callous on their hands
on the most tender parts of your body,
praying they do not abuse it.
I see the way you look at him
and that is why I will stay away.
I love you and I always will.
I will survive happily with my bleeding heart on the ground,
as you dance with him, smiling and laughing, stepping around my heart.
It's an exquisitely beautiful pain
that many have claimed to feel.
However, I observe the many divorces.. the many breakups.. the many arguments..
and doubt that people have felt this paradisaical pain.
Your happiness is all I wanted for you.
I hope you will always be happy wi
ReciptsThe usher has taken the lockMore Like This
And removed it from the hinge
The teller has closed the register
Overflowing from its cinch
For the boatman makes so doubly well
On the ferry to the shore
Where bodies are the severed grains
And their minds swell winter waters
Old woods have wring their grips
A spear into the mire
Has removed the impaled gut frets
Off an ever suffering lyre
Keep the tune of discordant
For the wallet cannot shut
When golden notes of sombre
Pour out of red carnality
Like butter to the basking churn
On the fragile film of ink
Chained with letters long and lying
As fat with fearful link
One sailor to stir their avian quill
A vulture skim which plump
As overripe upon the vine
Borrows the wandering seeker's eye
Trunk and dresser float with ease
Sodden velvet rot in wrath
Of an army careless of their hands
That strike a wretched craft
Pearls return to mollusc maw
Breath into where given give
So screams of watchers cannot speak
Forever bring the miser's grin
Weak a breach of step i
ode to orchidOver Suzy I swoonMore Like This
Such a sensuous scent
As an orchid in bloom
She lays there content
All virtue consume
Does her Lady Slipper
So enticing a doom
I breathe with a whisper
I stand in my power
Oh Antheia! be praised
For exotic flower
rotei've seen what it looks like to be happy and it looks better than okay butMore Like This
i can't know for sure
i've seen red-dogs pulled into a home and i've seen
red-dogs that don't even know what it means to feel okay feel
better than okay
happiness looked better than okay but then
i couldn't know for sure
i've seen what it looks like to be confused and it looks less than okay but
i don't think i know for sure
i've seen penny-dogs sit by a window for days and i've seen
penny-dogs that don't even know what it means to feel okay feel
less than okay
confusion looked less than okay but then
i didn't think i knew for sure
i've seen what it looks like to be lost and it looks much less than okay and
i think i know for sure
i've seen sorrel-dogs pulled into the streets and i've seen
sorrel-dogs that don't even know what it means to feel okay feel
much less than okay
loss looked much less than okay and
i think i knew for sure
i've seen what it looks like to be loved and it look