Day 1- DanceCobalt.But, a little less-Cobalt would be unnatural, after all.Unnverning.But those eyes-My hand shakes as I write this.A small smile(half a smile,a smirk, really.)A laugh, almost;but not.For once it's memethose perfect eyes have settled on.Dancing with laughter.Stealing my breath.For once it's himhimthat doesn't have words.
the FeatherHer shirt was a few sizes too large,sliding down her left shoulderexposing her back.Her shoulder blades jutted outlike wings about to spring from porcelain skin.I longed to ask about the tattooa red featheretched in gold;a black letter of another languagestark against the white.i did not know this girlbut i longed to.I wished to trace-no,yes...the feather on her back.the scars on her arm.i wanted to know her,needed to know her.And then she turned againbrushing red hair behind her shoulderher cobalt eyes laughing at me.she knows i watch her.but she has no idea why.
The ViewToday was just one of those days when you feel like the world hurts.It's uglyAnd frustratingAnd you want to give up and lie down.But there's a point in every day like that at which you come to terms with it. Now is that time. You tell yourself that you've been stupid and diffusional and the entire dilemma becomes childish.Suddenly you feel as if everyone has a question and you have the answer, and your enjoying it cautiously, this freedom from pain and self-doubt.It's like your standing on the roof and someone's trying to talk you down when you had no intention of jumping in the first place. You only climbed up for the sun, the wind, and the intoxicating view.
I Tried My Hand at TragedyI tried my hand at tragedyand with the words we fellinto this loving, living placethat's turning into hellWhen letters become feathered wingsand nightmares take to skyI will remind you once againmy writing doesn't lie
A Love Story of SortsWe were perfect,We were bright.It was intoxicating- your love;your eyes,your laugh,your kiss,your touch.We were lovers in the darkOnly you held the key to my heart.We were wanting in the day,Fate come as it may,pushed apart by hard staresvendors shouting farespeople feigning caresAnd then,quite suddenly, it seems,you were gone.not by your own doing, I suppose;but that might hurt lessthan knowing that you're out thereand you'd have meif you could.The days crawl on.The sun is duller,The wind is harsh.The noise too loud,The wine too bitter.I had begun to believe I was going to waste awaywhen I had a brilliant thought,Why not run away?Run away? No, NO, can't do that.It sounds fantastic...
Braver than AngelsWe must be braver than Angels,you and I.Slow to angerand quick to flystand under the stars and remind me, darling,why you say you never lie.'This fight is bigger than us,' you say.'We can never win.'First lie.First mistake.They are bigger, and stronger,but we're faster,and never tired.So take my handand we'll take wing,and tonight will be the nightthe angels win the war.
See the colors in my words, dearWhen we were younger, you hated being blind.But as we grew, you told me of the horrors you heard but did not have to see, terrible things that you simply did not have to notice.Congratulations.I hope you enjoy your world of peaceful, blissful ignorance.I wish I could take you back to when we were young, when I held your hand and led you through the maze and even though you couldn't see, you could feel it. and you loved it.Now you are older and 'mature', and you are content with living in your house.Your cocoon.Your prison.Why don't you open the window anymore, just to feel the breeze and smell the sweet air?Why do you no longer tend the garden we worked so hard to build? Do those flowers you once cherished bring you no more joy?I understand that what you hear but cannot see must bring bitterness, but you cannot let it rule your life.Getting older does not have to mean getting colder.
Haste and PressureI might have known,what to sayor how to say it,but they were there.I hate the watchful eye of silent friendsinterrupting quiet moments,hastening regretted decisions.Then comes the guilt.The next day,the sun does rise,upon which I think that i can make this workfor a little while.(maybe longer than the last time.but you and i both know that had nothing to do with me)so sorry in advance,and of course your welcome
Regrets of an OutlawAs I lie here, in the dark and fouls smelling chambers of this castle,I ponder my life.17.I've made such mistakes, and I've learned to run.But the past followed suitand now it's leaving me with nothing.Nothing but sweet memories,faded dreams,and piercing regrets(like all the time I spent with him. he abandoned the court life, but I look at him as still upholding those values. And the fear of being rejected kept me from telling him my feelings, speaking of my love. I am but a commoner. He is a prince.)it's a bullet of pain through my hearwhen I think of all I've doneand all I could've done.My mistake.(an actual bullet would be greatly appreciated, a swift death sweet compared to the pain and humiliation to come.)one last question for the world,posed by an outlaw:When I hang at dawn,who will cry?
100 THEMES1. Frail2. Emotions3. Purge4. Breakdown5. Touch6. Dissolve7. Create8. Young9. Stupid10. Holiday11. Pajock12. Burlesque13. Naked14. Mercenary15. Unique16. Voices17. Mine18. Fortune19. Consume20. Utopia21. Complete22. Lost23. Hunger24. Parthenogenesis25. Listless26. Last Words27. Birthday28. Strokes29. Take30. Bad Dreams31. Horror32. Burn33. Choke34. Sleep35. Blood36. Possessed37. Lights38. Boxes39. Celebration40. Drunk41. Coke42. Please43. God44. Empty45. Harlot46. Freeze47. Don't Go48. Madness49. Hell50. Slippery51. On Top of the World52. Fall53. Liar54. Monster55. Knees56. Force57. Maniac58. Princess59. Selfish60. Flavor61. Swallow62. Addicted63. Sick64. Lonely65. Sail66. Fingernails67. Knife68. Friends69. Sixty-nine70. Beg71. Kneel72. Pray73. Corset74. Facetious75. Scream76. Mirror77. Meat78. Curse79. Betrayal80. Hypochondriac 81. Sinners82. Weak83. Knots84. Fluid85. Secret86. Whine87. Su
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