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Going too fast,. The bonds are still tight,. Clever but clueless,. Lost in the light,. Stumble in meadows,. Sing in the park,. Flicker, so hopeless,. Dance in the dark,. Voices are calling,.
My name is Avisha. My Mother and Father were killed by the Brain Alterations centre. They were going to alter my brain, and kill me after they collected my research. But I escaped. I almost died.
Her hair was scraggly, dyed black with silver highlighted streaks. She always wore black velvet skirts with tight leather corsets. At night she studied moon and star charts.
I watched that sun slowly rise. I don't want it yet to be day... If only I had another hour, Before I had to fly away. But a curse, is a curse. And I'm doomed to have feathers.
Black buttons. sewn into my eyes,. Standing in the mirror,. Stitching a smile. over my lips,. Fingernails my. sewing needles,. Hair in strings of thread,. Operating on cloth skin,.
Patiently and quietly, I watch your dark figure disappear over the horizon Not looking back, A curse pressed on the inside of your mouth And a tear rolls, glassy and not belonging to me Down a...
Wrinkle and crease Fold and stitch Make it new again Lovely cloth unwrap Twist around her now And make her shine Twirl for me dear A spin here and there Are you pleased Or is it to your distaste.
#nightdwellers #household She walks in moonlight With her starlight crown As daylight declines her muse is on the rise Released from Sister Sun The night is her prize.
A bloodcurdling sound cracks through the night,. A piercing howl, a dreadful sight,. Beast so pure, blood running through,. The dark side is cold, but awfully true,.
#youngwritershousehold. Two red dots smeared on my lips,. White powder polishes my cheeks,. A pink tutu pulled up to my hips,. And my French perfume reeks,. My hair pulled tightly by a ring,.
Sing. Dancing. Lure you in. Ring. Mushrooms. Delicate wings. Dream. Stumble. Can't resist. Daze. Foggy. Will you be missed. Eyes. Violet. Tiny, cold. Skin. Porcelain. Hands to hold. Join. Circle.
(I've edited this to make it slightly better, still very similar) There once was a tiny butterfly, whose wings were fragile and weak. She swiftly glided through the sky despite being so meek.
Despite the pointed teeth, That were rather yellow, He seemed quite nice, A sweet-looking fellow. Ignoring the whole fact That every full moon, He'd howl the night away, But then it would resume.
In the morning sun. With the air so cold. You hug yourself tighter. Or dress up nice and warm. Autumn is here. So the leaves are falling. The birds are calling. They'll soon leave for winter.
Joshua flickered between forms. Wolf. Human. Wolf. Human. Wolf. The whitecoats had given him a shot, and the shifting wouldn't stop. His energy was burning up, and he was trembling with exertion.
#household. I can't feel my eyes anymore,. The numbness,. From icicles grown. under my skin,. Snow, glacier blue-white,. Restlessness frozen in a block,. Cold as stone,. Left to drip,.
What if tears had no gravity. And would just float up to the sky. So we'd catch them in a bottle. Before they would float up too high. We'd save up our tears in a vault. A treasure we would hide away.
Translucent wax skin, Candle wicks for eyes, Burning flames brightly lit, Small flames burning away, Flickering with every foots sway, Dripping wax tears down a melting face, Wrapped in red...
Sleek and stylish. Dress in ruby red. Hair midnight violet. Long and silky. Eyes a deep soft blue. Lips creamy pink. Face flushed slightly. Her name is Deception. She is the temptress.
#nature #ocean @ckahn. Breathe. I'll carry you away. 'Cross the velvet sea. Breathe. Relax your back. And float on my waters. When the tide came crumbling down. And I awoke from the roaring sound.
One day there were two little girls called lynne and stella they were twins. They made a secret club with a secret den and called it the linns.
Tonight she is not pretty Tonight she is not beautiful Tonight she is as radiant as the sun and she doesn't care what they think about her or her looks because she is stronger than name calling she...
You reflect me as I once was. Lost at the crossroads that you decide on. Nothing seems familiar to the left. Right looks dark with a path towards death.
Christian leaned back in the swing and smiled up at his mother, who continued to push him, her auburn hair flying with her carefree movements. 'Christian.