Gossamer threads thin
but tight like vines, veins running
quick and smooth from moment to moment
down my arms into my fingers-tips
ice floating haphazardly, the tip
of me glowing around the edge
just burning paper.
The man at the door said your name
and my hip began to ache.
Pulsing strobe light pain
beating like an ocean wave, the shore
greeting it with meek pleas
'Please, don't stay'
flash technicolour in the sun
haiku's fill me up
I remember there was blood, and your eyes
were so dark. So very,
The man at the door calls out
and the night sky hugs his words tight.
Bright in comp
Katherine reached behind her and grabbed the first thing that came by. With all her strength she threw a pillow at Death. The fluffy, soft projectile bounced off with a small squeak noise as Death looked at her in silence. It then released a deafening scream and slowly started to crumble into ashes. Katherine screamed back as she watched Death fall apart into a pile of ash onto her floor. And then it was over; Katherine sat panting on her bed, looking at the ashes that laid on the floor. There was an unsettling silence as Katherine tried to calm herself while her mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. She finally m
Originality is dead.  We all know this.  Everything has been done before at this point.  It is just the place where we are at in humanity.  One person creates a piece of art, or writing, or music, or poetry (any creative arena, really) and while most people think "wow that's so original!" invariably somebody, somewhere is going "hey, that was MY idea!" or "Hey, I've heard that riff before in this song over here." or "Hey!  That artist already did something like that over there!" when this person (to their knowledge) copied nothing, drew from nothing of than their own minds.  I know y
And I asked her,
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
Prince, prince my fairy tale prince
I'm ready to be swept off my feet
To ride off on your white horse
and make a big scene
What are you doing
Standing so love stricken
This Cinderella needs her story to begin
the story of me and you
This meant-to-be story
this match made in heaven
this exchange of perfect hearts
this dream to come true
Prince, prince my perfect prince
Where is our ride-off sunset
The happily ever after?
The doves and I do's?
Now there are no more fairy tales
no more fairy god mothers
no more wishing stars and magic wands
Pumpkin carriages and royal balls
Just cheap little hearts
and flowers that wither
There's this girl who likes this guy
Who loves him so it'd make her cry
It'd make her write love songs so sick
Or love sick poems- which one? Take your pick
"It's not just a crush,
It's really love- you'll see!"
"More than halloween's candy,
More than presents under a tree!"
"More than the icing on the cake,
Or the cherry on top,
More than candles for a birthday
Or a snow fall that never stops"
"Like kissing in the rain,"
From a cliche movie she's seen,
"Like intertwined hearts,
Oh burning heart- what does this mean!"
Could it mean she's fallen
Fallen harder than she ever has
For a boy with "smoldering eyes
"is this love th
Help me get this deviation taken down. Somebody lifted this off my page and put it up as though it were theirs.
Anybody want to help me do this?
I'm one of his friends IRL. I hate to be the one give sad news, but Drew, AKA Student of Dust, has passed away as of May 10th because of a medical issue he wasn't aware he had. He was 28 years old. Please say a prayer for his family, and again, I'm sorry to be the one to bring sad news. Please keep his family in your thoughts.