the little girl is standing 'front
the mirror draped back in blue
lips red as a curse
her queenly dreams made real at last
under their glorious gaze
nails are black - true black - not like his hair
"Why is he so mad?"
expectations taunt his glamour
and all her would be grandiose
that does not feel
nor know enough to sing
let that sun cool me
and the night give me warmth
ignorant is not that word
in white robes
one day they hope
all of your
deities are dead
Snow White is a little boy
her red brick palace broken
I could eat cake all day
I could eat it till I die
I could get cavities and laugh
between my missing and decayed teeth
and keep eating
I can write poems
all the live long day
Until my fingers break
and crack my knuckles and continue
Oh how wondrous it is
To write bitter, silly-sad poems
while eating decadent sweet cake
For you, lovely
I'll tear out my hair
I'll rip off my skin
I'll pull out my teeth
I want to break every mirror
in this goddamn house
I want to close every curtain
or board up the windows
When I blow out candles
I think of you
When I bite into food
I think of you
When I soak in the bath
I think of you
I think of how much I hate you
I think of how much better you could be
I think of how I wish you weren't me
Wrap your arms around me
Lie me on a bed of ice
Help me sleep
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Fill me with your love, dear
Tuck me into bed
Give me flowers
And light candles
Gather people to weep
And let me finally sleep
The night Merrill returned home from Sundermount, everything was silent, befitting her mourning- and her guilt. That first night, she didn't sleep. Their faces flashed through her mind, The Keeper, the hahren, the hunters and the da'len...
Two weeks later and she still had yet to leave her house. Hawke, Isabela, Varric and even Aveline had come to tried and coax her into going out for fresh air, but she still stayed inside. It was nothing new to her, Merrill had grown accustomed to staying indoors for time on end... but that had been so she could work on repairing the mirror.
Tonight the Alienage was not silent as it had been. The wind whis
Let the darkness slip in to your eyes
Let it seep down and taint your soul
We will wait
Wait until the light is under the horizon
Wait until the shadows of night embrace us
Under the moon
Under the moon
Gentle, gentle screaming near
Music, music to our ears
Soft, shifting sand beneath our feet
They will cry out for there is fresh meat
We devour the light
We taste it... so sweet
Let us hear your blood churning shouts
We taste dreams
They are delicious
Let us hear your silent screams
We gorge on innocence
So pure, now so decadent
Let us watch your face turn pale, your blood r
Albion's cherished monarch is dead; the throne is empty and the entire continent is in mourning. The child she'd raised as her own, the boy she'd watched grow into a fine young man and a great hero had departed this world. She had promised herself she would not grow so attached to someone again. It hurt far too much the last time it had happened when her brother had died. And yet once again she felt the sting of a loved one's death. It was her own fault, she had told herself it over and over again, constantly reminding herself that loving anyone, getting too involved would only end in heartache. Chastising herself now wouldn't help howe
I haven't thought to write a deviantART journal for a long time. No reason to, really... especially when I take into account that I haven't done much on any of my creative sites in the past while. But I thought that it might be a nice thing to do; this is more for my own benefit than anything else - and I don't keep a diary or anything so this is probably the spot to do it for now.
Regardless, writing does clear the mind out quite well, after all.
I'm in my second year at my university now, and I have to say I think I am enjoying it more than freshman year. There are a lot of conflicting emotions going on (I like my classes now more but I m
It is a time of reflection.
This time next month I'll be writing exams and be getting ready for my high school graduation...
I am planning to pursue post-secondary education, going for a bachelor of arts (specializing in creative writing, of course).
When I first joined deviantART it was at the request of a friend of mine. It hardly feels like it's been four years. When I started out here I was still writing a gratuitous Rune Factory 2 fan fiction, working on an undead apocalypse novel with my aforementioned friend, posting endless profiles of original characters for stories that never would be...
And now here I am. I wonder what I've acc
Wow, and I thought 2011 went by quickly.
So, I haven't been very active lately (internet issues) and as I'm working on building my skills, final projects and exam preparation and a million other things I'd rather not do I won't be active anytime soon.
I am, however, going to be back with some fun new things--in time, of course.