Art for Star Wars The Old RepublicI can't afford to pay the $15 a month to play Star Wars The Old Republic and I bought it the day it came out but have been ill ever since and am still kind of ill even now but it isn't as bad but sadly the free month is now up so I am doing art for The Old Republic and are charging $15 a drawing per character or a game card for the game. Please pass this around to people cause I really want to play this game I love Star Wars so much and didn't even get to enjoy it at all yet.More Like This
Thanks for reading and May the Force be with you!
fall asleep with me tonight.If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms?More Like This
I lie awake at night and watch traffic lights outside my window shout RED into the peace quiet and occasional hazy rev of traffic. I lie awake and shiver through layers and wish to silent stars it wasnt winter, wish the nighttime cool wouldnt paint quite so many goose bumps on my skin and make my eyelids so cold. I lie awake at night and night-dream without sleep- about you and all your eyelashes and beautiful wordings.
I like the way your collarbone lies horizontally beneath your neck, resting on light shoulders. God must have hidden it beneath your peach skin in a hurry, because with hurried hands he didnt push it in quite far enough. I imagine him assembling you, I envisage your organs and elongated limbs before you were in a single piece, a mess-heap of portions and parts of beautiful. I would have liked to build you up my
Eight KissesMore Like This
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion.
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
like a creek,
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.More Like This
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so wonderfully flawed and couldnt only a girl create such emotions and make things so delicate? Our trivial emotions like jealousy and rage, curiosity and adrenaline, they all had such a feminine edge, you said.
You threw in a compliment about me somewhere in there and I nodded and bit my bottom lip because God suddenly seemed very, very real.
You asked me something vaguely romantic and it hit m
His voice.His voice is tempting meMore Like This
to forget past transgressions.
It is a grumbling sparkle of distraction.
Ah, yes, taunting me
with words that are diamond sharp and misleading.
Yet all my heart can contribute is a stuttering "shhhh..."
to logic and remembered absence.
His voice is tempting me
to forget his past transgressions.