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Your syntax always resemembled the same message, perfection is the only way and if you can't be it
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In one hour and two minutes it will be November 26, 2009. Thanksgiving.
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The puncture wounds of the ventricals scattered whispering freight trains
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My calves hurt, but there's really no need to voice it. They always hurt and I've just stopped noticing. It's just a constant, like my brown hair and chilling veins.
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You had spun fragile dreams between your fingertips,
by Hope Angel
34 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 13 7:16 PM
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1. I have this odd thing with eyelashes. It started out as loving when one would naturally fall out, and you'd find it on your nose and you know how you can make a wish? Then it escalated to running my fingers along them to s
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I wish that I could believe that
we are made from stardust
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I taught myself how to die, before learning what it meant
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information is shoved through ears, swirls through the brain
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we learned to cut out our insides spill them across kitchen tiles
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You fell hard into winter, hiding under six feet of snow. Hoping that constant cold will freeze monsters, stop the heart from opening again
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Those shards of your already broken soul in your hands, you think you've finally put them back into something that can function. But it's always the same they slip from your hands, and you sweep them under the closet door onc
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Empty spaces hold neutral whirring,
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the lining around my heart boils, I can feel the bubbles popping, one by one, by one. tears escape my sleep deprived eyes, making the purple circles glint in the desk lamp. and it's all so stupid, stupid to cry.
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"Your dad is always trying to pick a fight with me, and he's stubborn, at times nasty. But he cares about everything to do with his girls,
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He's a little bundle of erratically consistent energy. With hazel-brown eyes that turn into upside down crescent moons when he smiles as bi
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we became typical swinging on a full moon,
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we foolishly wait for raindrops to
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do you ever want
to hide from
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do you ever wish we could go back
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stomach turn over
as it's emotional content
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1. Name (real and/or username): Jade(y)/Hope Angel
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Jade(y)
quietly unraveling, loving, sweet, bit of a perfectionist
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This has gone way out of control, I'm just like every other girl. So much for being different.
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Her face held a smile
but her eyes screamed it all,
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can't decide which prompt I want to use yet be back by Saturday, promise
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Restless sleep aroused by the call of the alarm,
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minor scales fit the song
I'm miming today, subtly.
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i. Sunlight seeps through art clad sills Illuminating dust floating, searching.
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No matter where we go no matter what happens
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What a family should be:: I think that a family should be a group of people, whether they are blood related or not, that are there for you,
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