I used to loathe the days when winter skies trembled with the chill, & hands fumbled in pockets to return feeling to fingers, until you taught me the meaning of escape;
now I’ve fallen back into the ditch that promises the safety of bruises and unfeeling fingertips.
[a year from now, I'll still be wishing on dandelions.]
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- Last seen 9 hours ago. Member since May 3, 2007.
- I'm a onyx dragon poet for 834 comments.
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- I am a 17 year old girl (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm performing in live theatre.
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My Poetry
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this prose is probably worth about as much as the paper it's written on, and yet I can't stem the flow of all the metaphors and imagery that tell the story of all the ways I'm broken inside, why I find respiration superfluous84 lines, 1 comment, November 3
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there are a thousand different ways you can define the act of breathing, or crying, or screaming, or just giving up, but there's only one way that I can tell you my lungs are being crushed and my ribs are splintering and my h56 lines, 1 comment, November 3
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before we grew up,
when nightmares were still scary, but not as frightening as the suspense of waiting for someone to find you in a game of hide and seek,40 lines, 2 comments, November 3 -
there was always something bigger than us, that crept up when we covered our eyes playing hide and seek. we let it seep into our grandiose plans and infect them with a sense of perpetuity, and suddenly the notion of running a52 lines, 6 comments, November 1
My Stories
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Goldilocks wandered through the metal forest, spluttering on the polluted air surrounding her. She couldn’t see the sun; the thick layer of clouds smothered the sky. Completely lost in the junkyard, she stumbled towards a sma955 lines, 2 comments, August 19, 2007. In 600-2000 words
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Dame Gothel heard a rustling sound outside her window. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and peered into the darkness. A man was stumbling around in her garden. He was picking one of her most precious plants; the rapunzel. /1381 lines, 1 comment, August 15, 2007. In 600-2000 words
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My random musings running wild.2166 lines, 6 comments, August 6, 2007. In 2000-5000 words
Guest Book
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swim.x on November 3i live in Australia too!
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Lord Apathy on September 28I feel like I've read you before somewhere
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Candy Morphine on August 31heyyy, where do you live in Aus?
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Blueisacolour on May 5Squeaky swings & tall grass;
[the longest shadows ever cast.]
DeathCab <33
You're one heck of a writer.
Just thought I'd let you know.
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