I will miss you for a lifetime by Dandelionfruit, literature
Literature
I will miss you for a lifetime
I cried for two days. Escaped into sleep but still dreamed of him.
Time fruit, I do love you, but I do bad,
Aching into your heart i do plummet
disobey set rules and ruin.
He says it is about self respect but i wish
I wishes.
Summer sun through half lidded eyes we are sleepy cats
while a real one rests at our feet.
Shoulderstairs i climb with a smile.
Yellowed teeth i remark but love the same.
Who is he now?
I am the same.
Dandelions may mutate slightly but not far from the original species THEY ARE DANDELIONS
Can you forgive me?
He says things word noises that make me think ive finally squished the fruit but i cannot believe
Blonde hair and eyes the color of something i don't know because i've never looked, just at the color. I'm always trying to stare past, like maybe i can pry and find something pertaining to life.
He looks at me now and i wonder if I've molted or lot the fuzz off my antlers, anything that would change the way he looked at me.
Am i the same person that's been here for almost two years?
Shifting back and forth we smoke in front of a music store. It takes thirty minutes because those cheap ciggerettes burn slow.
We talk about life, ect, idle chihuahua.
When we go back in and he picks up a guitar, i prepare myself for a show.
I get okay
You could almost see his words in the sky, black like nothing's happening. Airwaves adjusting around me, I let myself be moved by the glow of white teeth against a black everything, white and black.
The sun has come under, joining the cesspool of human sweat, which shines and flickers, along with everything else. My hips swivel, my body a buzz, fuel. Everything echoes, our words, movements.
His face is a sun, jamaican features and moving lips.
" I see the rain come down, while the sun is shining. "
A voice by any other location is just a voice. But this was a beacon, and even if there wasn't any music here, there would still be people
Stuck in a stuffy classroom, fever starts to cook my brain, the same fever thats ripped me apart for the last three or four months, and in the cold, clammy sweat that escaped my body, little by little taking my sanity with me, there is sugar, leaving me only with bitter acids, devouring itself.
In slight tendrils of early winter sun*, lazy and whispy with bits of cold wind just out of my reach, I eat stale jelly beans that were made in the spring, and have hardened into tough, tart beads of smiles and innocence. In the light of this simple pleasure, the anger and annoyances of the world escape me, and all I can think of is slides and playgr
I will miss you for a lifetime by Dandelionfruit, literature
Literature
I will miss you for a lifetime
I cried for two days. Escaped into sleep but still dreamed of him.
Time fruit, I do love you, but I do bad,
Aching into your heart i do plummet
disobey set rules and ruin.
He says it is about self respect but i wish
I wishes.
Summer sun through half lidded eyes we are sleepy cats
while a real one rests at our feet.
Shoulderstairs i climb with a smile.
Yellowed teeth i remark but love the same.
Who is he now?
I am the same.
Dandelions may mutate slightly but not far from the original species THEY ARE DANDELIONS
Can you forgive me?
He says things word noises that make me think ive finally squished the fruit but i cannot believe
Blonde hair and eyes the color of something i don't know because i've never looked, just at the color. I'm always trying to stare past, like maybe i can pry and find something pertaining to life.
He looks at me now and i wonder if I've molted or lot the fuzz off my antlers, anything that would change the way he looked at me.
Am i the same person that's been here for almost two years?
Shifting back and forth we smoke in front of a music store. It takes thirty minutes because those cheap ciggerettes burn slow.
We talk about life, ect, idle chihuahua.
When we go back in and he picks up a guitar, i prepare myself for a show.
I get okay
You could almost see his words in the sky, black like nothing's happening. Airwaves adjusting around me, I let myself be moved by the glow of white teeth against a black everything, white and black.
The sun has come under, joining the cesspool of human sweat, which shines and flickers, along with everything else. My hips swivel, my body a buzz, fuel. Everything echoes, our words, movements.
His face is a sun, jamaican features and moving lips.
" I see the rain come down, while the sun is shining. "
A voice by any other location is just a voice. But this was a beacon, and even if there wasn't any music here, there would still be people
Stuck in a stuffy classroom, fever starts to cook my brain, the same fever thats ripped me apart for the last three or four months, and in the cold, clammy sweat that escaped my body, little by little taking my sanity with me, there is sugar, leaving me only with bitter acids, devouring itself.
In slight tendrils of early winter sun*, lazy and whispy with bits of cold wind just out of my reach, I eat stale jelly beans that were made in the spring, and have hardened into tough, tart beads of smiles and innocence. In the light of this simple pleasure, the anger and annoyances of the world escape me, and all I can think of is slides and playgr
Don't Be Afraid of the Dark by Gentleman-Status, literature
Literature
Don't Be Afraid of the Dark
It starts in my mind's eye...
A tear-streaked puppet
With the blade of the knife against
my cheek bone...
Scraping the skin off my heart...
Gripping the wind in my throat,
Jagged and complicatedly
Tender...
In an instant,
Everything that I've ever known
Has vanished...
Leaving me exposed,
Naked and flawed,
Drowning in the perfectly
Passive and gorgeously
Tainted waking dead.
I wish you wouldn't look at me
That way,
Drawing me deeper inside of you...
Using your eyes,
It's like a personal weapon against me...
I know you know...
Scratching yourself into my bones,
Charring the beautiful trust for the one
That you know I lo
I hide behind sunglasses and a mass of blonde hair. I'm a violinist of five years. I love to run and play and do dandelion things, like paint and write music. ....Sometimes i'm a gypsyzombie....
Current Residence: pepperland Favourite style of art: surrealism. Operating System: Dandelion 2.0 MP3 player of choice: record player. Shell of choice: snail.