Wicker Words"This is why we were built," he speaks through the silence.Wicker Words
He claps two chalk-white bones together slowly. His onyx eyes are focused on the floor that's full of ashes and ashes (we all fall down). That was his motto, "we will all fall down", and that's that. We were all born to die, and to rot in the ground, and it didn't bother him at all.
"This is how we were constructed."
He slides the bones together roughly, scraping of slivers and pieces that remind him of scales and the sorts. He holds the pieces in the wrinkled palm of his left hand, pointing and naming each one.
"You should be, well
Pretty in Cursive She's got poetry in her eyes, conflagrant and stunning in so many manners. Resplendent daydreams spill from her mouth, aesthetically winding into the air and shaping my lips into a radiant beam. Her benevolent thoughts and fathomless words, I cannot repeat, I will not repeat. Our heartbeats of felicity echo throughout the room as we intertwine our fingers and breathe life into each other's soul. With a step and a stammer and a genuine smile, we reinvented the art of love. The intricate emotions shine bright through my pale skin, propelling me into a state of obscurity and perplPretty in Cursive
The Vacancy HushGolden clocks melt down the waxen walls, Sticking to the tile floor like common glue. Time dissolves into the bottom of my shoes, Joining along in my journey to the outside.The Vacancy Hush
I am the last one left. I stand below the gray moon, counting the few stars that are left. Rain starts to slowly dive down from above. These droplets of water splash into the ground and rise up as newborn flowers.
The old has passed on and the new is beginning to bloom. The melancholy clouds are disappearing from the atmosphere, Migrating to a new place where they can be loved again.
Th
Devil in the Downfall We are extending in the same direction, equidistant at all points, and never converging or diverging. The silence of your breaths, to speak wearily, through apparently a paradox, hung out in the air. My emotions, disguised completely like a masquerade, tug at the sleeves on your shoulder. You take one melancholy look at me, seeming so peacefully dead inside, and fall through and into the concrete. I free my feelings that were once held by chains, and let them wander off into the air. I can feel my veins sliding and diving into different positions, creating a arduous pattern thrDevil in the Downfall
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Learning to Fly/Daily Deviation
Bewildered
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"the eyes are the windows to the soul" -Leonardo da Vinci
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Oh my God, wait and see What will soon become of me? Frozen heart Screaming wheels Does that screaming come from me? -So damn Lucky (DMB)
Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain?
-Gravedigger (DMB)
I watch you because I love what you write. Everything is so breathtaking. Do keep it up !
[I guarantee you'll find my pieces are certainly not as well-written as yours.]
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formerly ~vanillablood
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