Untitled.you are the swarthy scorpion king,Untitled.
a jack of all trades, a black ace, a snake charmer...
your grin spreads over the meadows like heavy night as i fall victim to its spell, you are as old as the willow trees and infinitely young as each changing season.
you speak slow like doe-eyed venus as each honeyed whisper is a planned attack on my girlish tendencies.
i am the gingered maiden in quiet repose, hands clasped tightly beneath my chest in anticipation. i smirk secretly at the idea of you and all the danger you'll conjure.
Sleepless Prose.we were soaking in cafeeine stained air and my limbs felt as fragile as the day you left. i was standing on the sidewalk by our yellow house but i willed myself not to turn around, and i watched you through the blinds, something you would never know. and when i found the painting i made you, left behind, i threw myself into the safeholds of my bed, banishing everything in my selfish bones to forget you.Sleepless Prose.
but this is not the recollection of your (in)decisions, just my decent back into the living. because i've been laughing, loud and careless, i've been forgetting how to appear happy and just feel it...feel the swells in
Last Ride In The Red Car.my last ride in the little red carLast Ride In The Red Car.
i could feel the separation as summer pulled away from the world and i knew our endless season full of love had long since wilted when you reached your hands to rest upon my jeans i felt a sickness swell up and i ate my sadness the red car would disapear from the neighborhood everyone would wonder where it had gone but only we would know the truth as you refused to take the songs i wrote you or the pictures i preserved you in saying that they would crusify you for remembering the life that had been yours for a year now. &nb
Saffron and The Scoprion King.saffron (smelt like the middle-end of june as she laid upon of the fields of flower) said" it is you who yen for me to bend my willow body to your silver ponds,Saffron and The Scoprion King.
you sycophant."
"yes, it is i. self-serving? so i may be, but i dont ask for much opal goddess, save your slavish devotion.
am i not irresistable?" swarthy and vindicated saffron scoops the narcotic nightshifter into her cool palms,
"i am not so easy. not so careless. not so taken by your breathy poems and yo
to those who read my work:
Astonished
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Stolen, his heart lay bare, trembling, beating desperately, against the silence. Constricted in the cold air, against the absence of sound, until the pressure became too much to bear. ~ Ash.k.m
sorry.
i've actually been busy for once in my life. ah! with school and i've gotten 2 offers to do commisioned pieces...so i've gotta start those soon. but spring break is right after this coming week. yay!
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dearest.
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I will search till the day that I find him. The man who will light up my life with a lantern of love.
And hey, check out my web comic, kay? it's good! [link]
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