call me crazy.I shook hands with the madness today, before we sat down to tea. I took my seat, avoiding the gazes of his wolves, their grins gleaming in the moonlight. He looked to me, his fingers steepled and brow wrinkled. Mauve and chocolate velvet laced his shoulders, reflecting the shadows with ease. A line of little skulls sat down the middle of the table, grinning emptily up at me, as if to say, "watch out little girl." _____call me crazy.
We drove in silence, the rain landing lightly on the windshield. Buildings crawled by, leaving greasy little trails behind. Everything looked gray, somber. I tried to find
and I set fire to our bed.Doing the impossible- making sense of these fuzzy mumblins'. I don't know 'bout you, she said, twirling braids and eccentricities 'round her fingers, but we gots a good thing goin'. Drums can make you tap your toe, and hum a tune, but if our hearts pick up the rythm, we jerk and dance away from the flames. Clap the sounds, t'get your thoughts 'cross to the mute. Runfast, runfast for your self, just because you can. D'you need a better reason? _____and I set fire to our bed.
Everything you had, and what was left in the end, just to top it off. We have dreams. Can't you feel them trying to get out? Why don't we listen? &n
Don't tell me if I'm dying.1. I can feel you next to me. Your heart is echoing in my ears. You drop those words like last resorts. "I feel empty." Why can't you understand? I'm not the solution- I'm the problem.Don't tell me if I'm dying.
2. I feel like I have words that want out. They fight and scratch and tumble and scream, hoping to escape.
3. We'd make a good story, you and I. We have the friendship, the drama, the highschool, and you say you love me. We could write it, sell it, make millions.
4. You don't understand. We ask too much of eachother. You say you don't know what to do. And look to me like I do.
5. It's hard to be ar
Last thoughtsLast thoughtsLast thoughts
“I always… looked at their bodies when I was done. Their cold unremarkable bodies… filled me with... No, you don’t want that do you? To know the feelings of opening their skin… cutting through to their rich, dark centers… All you want is my existence… nullified. Now that I am here, in your prison, all you want is me gone, after such searching for me… but erasing is… never that easy. There is always a mark left, an indent. Try as you will to rid my lead from your pristine paper, it will never be the same. Something will…always be there; a sucking wou
Request - Whole WorldI think of trains. Trains, clattering on jail bar tracks and walked by runaways. Runaways that have quiet eyes, gnawing stomachs, and curl in oozing night air. Fucking sticks with checkered bags tied to the end.Request - Whole World
But
I came by plane. Not by train.
It’s like a big small town, this city, churches like oak and granite sand castles sit tall under the sun. Houses ringing the perimeter, tiny lookouts, pawns on a chessboard. No parks but many pigeons, old ghastly alleyways darting between roads, cobblestone capillaries.
But
I came here with neat suitca
Late Night StudyingWhen we lie on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and blankets, she teaches me calculus. With better lucidity than a Figure 8.3a text book illustration, she shows me how curves meet tangent lines, and where and, “Why?” and, “Because.” When she shifts, her shoulder emerges from the confines of her loose pajama top, and on her skin, I imagine the pattern of graph paper and decorative graphs of soft trigonometric functions.Late Night Studying
When my back presses against the sofa cushions, she teaches me limits, and when she pushes all other objects off the couch to allow more room, she offers me infinity and
| Name: Courtney Age: 16 Gods: Stephen King and Tim Burton Goddesses: Josie and Sherrilyn Kenyon |
by ~hellcorpceo
by ~mawn
well call me daisy.
Longing
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why, team Emmet of course.
I love writing.
and same to you.
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why, team Emmet of course.
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
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