IMMA IN NEED OF A CAPE
(cuz im going to be a vamp..cliche..)
so anyways,i am in desperate need of inspiration.
imma suffering from writers block.
pfft..i have no idea what to write XD
(see,i told you i had writers block =/ )


Preserves of adolescence..What happened to the sisterhood? What happened to that little ink stained hand I held in the first hours of life and shared my first real smile with? What happened to the one year old so intent on reaching the chrome coffee table just to get to the bananas? What happened to the two year old who went to school puffy eyed and wailing for her sister to remain in the classroom as she got her first textbooks embossed with pictures of apples? What happened to the three year old with auburn,green-apple smelling hair who ate all the cherries in the fridge one day and went to have seed-spitting contests with the neighborhood boPreserves of adolescence..


Hearts tainted rose..I finally have a heart now. I forged it out of those broken little crimson shards of hearts you broke and locked in my ribcage (the love seeped and stained my white-bleached wish-bone..) It's too bad you threw away the key really,too bad the key had night-sugar wings. I'm so sorry,love,that I left out your various honey-tinged parts out to dry in the sun (and it wasn't really my fault that the kittens in the backyard were hungry). But I think the million-and-one miracles you left me made me lose faith in my sorrow.Hearts tainted rose..
And I live among silhouettes of stars on a rose sky and terracotta petals breaking the tiles


Gossamer and bone-needles.I'm looking into masked glares and masked stares. Masked eyes and masked lies. And I'm believing in them. No, don't bother telling me that they aren't lies. I'd probably believe that lie too. I'm being stared at by windows and mirrors and reflections and shiny bicycles and rear view headlamps, all embossed with your trademark stare. Please go away, you're hurting me with your eyes. I'm sorry for trying to satiate your hunger. I realize that I was just an appetizer,and you wanted a main course. After devouring my meat, you threw away the best part of me-the wishbone. Can you please remove your skeletonGossamer and bone-needles.


Autumn daydreamerDear boy from the stars, It's time for the trees to tuck in their glossy green leaves into the harsh,rough blanket of brown,crusty boughs. It's time for dreams and silences and sugar-blood leaves to fall down and the sun to wage war against mist and cold for its place in the sky. It's time for full-sleeves and the silvery scent of hawthorn blossoms,with plump,poisonous berries intoxicating the last vestiges of flies to their doom. It's time for colors to fade and reappear as if in a dream and cups of cider while wrapped up in a blanket on the front porch and renaissance of libraries and coffee. It's time for red-Autumn daydreamer
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.Seeing The World Through Different Eyes.
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"One can't complain. I have my friends.
Someone spoke to me only yesterday." Eeyore
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So this is your maverick..and this is Vienna..
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Dig this and dig that.
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So this is your maverick..and this is Vienna..
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So this is your maverick..and this is Vienna..
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"One can't complain. I have my friends.
Someone spoke to me only yesterday." Eeyore
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So this is your maverick..and this is Vienna..
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