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Back again, This same old path, Gone wrong again, Now I'll feel your wrath. You told me before, But I didn't hear, Now it's gone PEAR SHAPED, And I gotta get in gear.
The Burning Golden flames lick ravenous at my face and singe my hair.
Blood spilling, feral screams, chaotic madness. I pay attention to none. I sit alone in a bathroom stall, locked away from a hellish nightmare. Hand clutches neck, blood stains dress.
A man with a penchant to bite. A creature with alabaster skin. He moves at a constant speed of light. And blood trickles from his grin. His remorse is replaced by his hunger.
I'm a oceanid of the waves, Cast on to the green land. How I long to be in those whirlpools, To feel the seaweed flow through my hands. But I betrayed its master, And basked in the hot sun.
Once there was a purple fox, That half of whom lived in a box; The other half, I should confess, Would wear the finest formal dress.
Banished. Standing in the mist a of a forest, eyes set on the silent moon. Jade green eyes, frosted over along with the earth.
The acceptance of. beautiful imperfection. and trust,. While my. heart is alive,. and dancing. Is a must,. A disjointed,. Mesmerising,. Flow of emotion,. Just like water,. And her many faces,.
The ballerina takes one final gaze in the looking glass. In the dim, flickering bulbs that frame her mirror, her skin is silvery and shimmers like a fish.
Ravens fly above her body. She stares, expressionless, at the sky. The sky that used to be a vast blue mural. What happened to everything. She doesn't know.
#halloweenparty With skin the colour of the night And eyes all shining yellow Enough to give me quite a fright On a lonely night so mellow I walk slowly on the side path Rain slamming on the...
Seasonal - Winter The girl awoke with frosty eyes. Her legs were frozen to the ground as it bit at her, but she had grown used to it by now.
Like a Phoenix from the flames, she rose from the ashes. Her glorious, golden, wings on full display. She is reborn to the dark, beautiful night. No longer an innocent child of the day.
I stood at the shore of a small island, the tide was lapping at my legs but I didn't bother to move, I was soaked through to the bone anyway.
The wings vibrated faster than the human eye could see... I really could not help myself.. The hate towards these things was growing in me... Maybe Spy6 was right...
Mist swirls around my ankles, silver fingers curling in tight as the night closes in. Knurled old oak trees stand naked and dark against the navy sky.
Carousel of chaos It's laughter rings around Sending its riders insane With the music that pounds.
I fell in love With a dragon, From the days Of old, Eyes of gold, Skin a purple-silver, Scales a-shimmer, Teeth as long As my forearm, Deadly jaws, Foot-long claws, Fiercely beautiful, Winged...
Brush placed in your hand,. Soft, silky paints all around,. Pick up your brush, my artist,. Paint a vine around my wrist,. Twist, curl, green and brown,. Through fingers, tumbling down,.
#descriptive As I walk into the mystical woods my petite feet make the autumn leaves crunch. I pause for a moment worried about what lies ahead in this endless fantasy.
That one single moment. When everything clicks into place. When you suddenly can't remember why those tears were rolling down your face. That one single moment. When life feels turned around.
Twisted aching. The need for pain. Slowing driving you insane. The hurt and memories. Just want to quit. Can't find a way to deal with it. Then there it is. A peaceful change.
Driving down thinking final thoughts of you as if I were floating with my music turned down low, last minutes away from the beginning of my work.
The little girl in a red-polka dot dress came every day after school to help tend Mr Wizard's Orchard. She picked apples for pies and pears for crumble. She even sang to the hearts in the Heart Tree.