i.
we return borrowed tapes, borrowed
pieces of our hearts as you dissolve back into the
distant drizzle you first emerged from.
heart beats mark the moments.
each syllable hangs in the air, matches the
slashes that form on the unburied calendar.
all until our fingertips merge again.
(miss-you.
can't-wait.
come-back.)
ii.
passing planes tie strings of condensed vapor between my galaxy and yours.
you told me you'd send letters by
shooting stars, so they can all rain down
upon me like the dying remains of
glory fireworks.
nestled amongst the carefully constructed metaphors, we conveniently forget
the presence of ashy c
i.
we return borrowed tapes, borrowed
pieces of our hearts as you dissolve back into the
distant drizzle you first emerged from.
heart beats mark the moments.
each syllable hangs in the air, matches the
slashes that form on the unburied calendar.
all until our fingertips merge again.
(miss-you.
can't-wait.
come-back.)
ii.
passing planes tie strings of condensed vapor between my galaxy and yours.
you told me you'd send letters by
shooting stars, so they can all rain down
upon me like the dying remains of
glory fireworks.
nestled amongst the carefully constructed metaphors, we conveniently forget
the presence of ashy c
hear the rain radiating from rocks sub rosa.
we percolate unspoken words, unwritten truths,
condensed particles of what could be
rolling off intangibles, but not the tongue
made of roses. we are playing the rain
over susceptible skin and i am fading
through your stomata. enfold me in your petals
before i evaporate away from you.
i am transpiring through leaf-lined avenues
to weight the air with leaden cloud ready to weep
at the pressure of lips, the press of hands enfolded.
your slightest breath hints at a heat wave;
i can't handle your humidity. everything you
are to me is soaking through my bones and
i am helplessly, hopelessl
To be a fox again, slender was my frame for once in my adult years,
the fat of my gluttony shed for a moment, like the athletic child I'd been.
Still, so hungry I bit and bat at the terrified rabbits, snapping a neck,
and so I began to eat a dear old friend of mine, none the wiser, poor Julia.
On the eve of our downfall, the cities stopped their incessant buzzing,
Rockets froze in the air, vapour and fire became a beautiful thing.
Some tired, bored creator, caught in a moment of whimsy,
Shifted our souls from one thing to the next, a wonderful game it must have been.
As a grasshopper, I perched on a tear in a paper door, playing my n
read this without breathing by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
read this without breathing
Don't call me beautiful.
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
I'm just recycled words fro
Current Residence: Anywhere where I can procrastinate Favourite genre of music: Anything good Favourite photographer: Ahndee MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Too many to mention
Favourite Movies
LOTR RotK
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sonata Arctica, Lostprophets
Favourite Writers
JRR Tolkien, many ff.net authors
Favourite Games
The Hobbit PC game and Kingdom Hearts
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
Mouse, pencils, pen
Other Interests
Writing, drawing, playing video games, p-chatting it up, running
I'm so conceited I'm going to talk about my own life right now. They're just scraps and bits that kind of come to mind, nothing important.
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So for the past, I don't know, half year-ish or so I've been looking at poetry at dA. And I've discovered a love for something I consider raw poetry. If you've ever read anything by livingcomforteagle (https://www.deviantart.com/livingcomforteagle), then that's the kind of thing I mean. And if you combine that with a running theme, that's really impressive too.
What does this all mean? I might be submitting some of my terrible poetry sometime. I started on some things a while, while ago (think December), but one got deleted so I had to start
There aren't words to describe just how frustrated I am with... life in general right now. None that wouldn't involve lots of cursing and repetition.
(might as well get it over with)
This is mainly to Hyuga-Skyjade (https://www.deviantart.com/hyuga-skyjade). Which... you can probably see coming, especially due to my recent activity. I'm really, really sorry, but I'm going to have to drop out of your tournament. When I first heard and read about it, the plot ate me up, and even though I wasn't planning to do anything big art-wise, I couldn't help but create my own characters for it and note you. Unfortunately, unlike last year, which was peachy and easy and so under appreciated,