Wherefore art thou?I sit on the cement stairs watching the vibrant in my clothes fade to pastel. I know I shouldn't wait for you but that won't stop me. You're off to romance the fairest of maidens and have no time for peasants like me. The whole kingdom knows about her, and how many other knights she's slain. But you're devoted to admiring a false idol. You're not Prince Charming you're not even Prince Congeniality, You are a Romeo, not in the way you're hoping though. The Romeo that romances all the other girls before he evWherefore art thou?
JumpIt spreadJump
rapidly, virally
weakly writhing
blackened skin trail off carcasses,
bloodied blisteres envelop
extinguished screams
hissing through the halls
muted by the trembling skeletal, steel frame
Thick, grey trendrils creep under the door
Climb the walls
Kiss the ceiling
taunt and drip
from air vents
Carmelized and translucent yellow
needle through a net of hazy silver
Hooking, snagging
Fragmented smoke-stained ceiling
The wind grabs at my cheeks and lungs
And I reel toward clarity
InkI've poured myself into you my core molten and sticky with flaws and lies Is it any fault of mine that you can't catch? That I'm left to drench pearl tile and drip upon this stranger's face?Ink
I left it on your lips to tell until you did.
Every ear rings with my privacy, each tongue whispering my secrets
Now nothing of me is mine It is yours and theirs
and his and hers But you were never mine, were you?
just an inconvenience.
You spilled onto me and stained each memory
with your face Your cerulean eyes hide hushed mysteries
Reticent ConciertoI've seen your face beforeReticent Concierto
your glossy, polished smile
complimented by dark, cedar eyes
Your fingers beckon to my calloused
and dry feet
We touch;
a spark of anticipation
Collide with jagged, harsh measures
From pallid wall you emerge
grotesque, gorgeous
perfectly toned to each key
and scale
Distorted by your own
untouched frame
and staccato core
My hand falls into yours
lithe, fragile fingers
interlocked with
robust, masculine digits
you send me swirling
in pirouette and chaîné
| I love animals. I have a horse and I've been riding horses since I was about four years old. I love to write but unfortunately, I'm not very talented. I hope to better my writing and become inspired by the many photographs, paintings, writings, and other arts on this website. |
Writer's Block. . . .
Guilty
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With the hands of an angel over my eyes i saw beauty in the most horrid of things
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With the hands of an angel over my eyes i saw beauty in the most horrid of things
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Amongst Every Atrocity,
There is Something Beautiful.
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Youre not the only one being foiled.
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Amongst Every Atrocity,
There is Something Beautiful.
But I'm a super stalker and can evade your foil. :]
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