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canis lupus"all the better to see you with"
your eyes like ankle weights enthralled her---
save the lonely girl,
put her out of her misery
with her own helium kisses
(she likes the dark, it's in her eyes and
you can show her depth---
i dare you)
the devil's in your gaze;
his fingers in your throat, he's watching
(can you feel the knuckles pressing
in your lungs?)
"all the better to
slit your wrists and suck you dry"
all the better to feel your fingers
dancing with the devil's hands---
he loves how you love
the way her fingers taste in your stomach
(she walks like wolves are after her,
you know she knows you're waiting)
don't be foolish
she walks with spiders and talks to trees,
her legs like tendrils reaching through the soil,
she knows this place---
she's heard of you and your teeth,
and her doe eyes see right through you to the
nerves sewn in your cortex,
to the scorpion-tango of instinct and survival
branded across the notches in your backbone;
she's slept in foxhol
spidershe walks with spiders,
marching along baseboard cracks they hide their webs
in the back of her mind, the
cavity behind her throat
they bind her voice in silk
she walks in step
two by eight she knows
how they feed at night she doesn't know
how to live here,
doesn't know secrets
how to starve with class, she pretends she isn't brittle
i pretend she lives there now
she doesn't know me
doesn't know how to smile my name
peeking through the windows of her eyes,
gaps in teeth
how they shiver every day
how they shiver
all the time
how they shiver when she's cold
she's always cold,
my fingers freeze around her wrists
my palms pressed to bones stuck like bear traps
she walks with
legs like spiders,
spindles creaking across floorboards in
carpet tacks she steps around
navigating webs she won't be caught
she walks with them
knows their secret goose steps
she marches with class
two by eight she knows
how they feed
bloodyou're ages older than your namesake;
i hear your bones rattle in your sleep,
shaking in time with old songs
we used to sing together,
but our blood is thin,
frayed ties too tired to tether us together---
you're growing up too fast
(i never knew you,
just the salt-tracks of your tears
cutting down the lines of your faded smile)
we're not perfect, are we? do you
remember when i cried you to sleep?
we played assassin in the halls,
shooting across banisters;
we chased our folded ambition across
welded to our perches, pulling triggers
we buried our secret wars; we
only held hands in pictures,
white flags pinned to our shirt sleeves,
hearts buried with surrender
(our blood is seeping through the
frames on the walls; it's
thinner than ink, we'll be safe
if we keep it inside us)
do you remember when we
sang ourselves to sleep?
we were dissonant and proud with cracking voices;
we never knew lullabies,
just off-key harmonies
splintering their way into the bones
wallsthis house is made of
glass bones and windowpanes---
we're hiding in spectacle; we're
hiding our voices behind crystal sheetrock
("i can't hear you")
i can still see your fingers
skipping beats across your cheekbones
(you paint portraits with fingerprints,
pressing patterns into faces met in dreams)
you're different now,
butterfly turned silkworm with age---
faded monarch, you're no majesty
(you're made of spiders, little legs
linked and stacked---
there are cobwebs in your eyes,
you can only see in dreams)
we're hiding in vacuums and
pressure-treated walls, locked in silence like
we knew what we were doing when we
and started leading fragile lives,
shards of who we were
patching cracks in tempered floors
(we're made of glass and
we sit still for fear of falling)
our lives are printed on the walls,
places where our hands have held us up,
half-remembered journeys around rooms
from before we forgot that we were leaving---
now we'll stay here, now we're trapped
crumbled columnsmars is on his knees waving surrender,
god of war turned timid lover, he is
begging you to look away
(i can't see you like this, i can't
see you splintering---
i should have known you'd
fray at the edges)
don't say those broken words;
save your voice for lullabies
printed in history books
out of tune with comfort--
you're not happy here
i've seen broken
wildernesses struck like piano keys;
the sharp notes resonate through the
branches in my spine;
have you heard about the falling pantheon?
they tumbled through the forest leaving
us alone, we're alone, we're not strong enough for this;
you're not strong enough for this, and
i can't carry you;
save your voice:
don't call for help, there's no one there---
we're alone here
everything is black;
we used to be bright red brushed across night's canvas,
now we're helpless,
now we're running out of words, and ther's nothing left to say,
there's no one here to hear us, so
save your voice
(we can whisper with our withered tongues,
we'll remember o
frail wingshey icarus---
you knew you'd fail,
you had that flaw
(don't admit you were wrong,
apology's a sign of weakness)
you're stronger than that
dad had bold words,
warnings as stark and cold as
the sea sent to swallow you,
digested from legend to myth
you should have asked me
what the sky felt like;
i would have told you
even birds only come up for a moment
(no one wants to be where they belong)
this is you spinning down in
your own twilight, little bird,
"you deserved it"
he let this happen
you weren't built to last---
you were built with knees and
made for corrosion, and i bet
you didn't know you're bones are hollow
(had you asked, you'd have known:
you weren't made for the sea,
you weren't made for the sky;
you were made of match sticks and splinters)
"don't fly too high"
you knew you would, you knew you'd fail;
there are more than just sirens out here
and you haven't earned your feathers,
so you should have asked
what the sky felt like so
you could be prepared
(i could have
Words of Wisdom Wall"Everyone is weird, if you're normal that makes you weird because you're different from all the weird people."
~BawdyWawdy , July 2014 Bawdywawdy
"With time and experience comes success and recognition"
~Nekomoku, July 2014 :Nekomoku
"The impossible is not impossible, because saying something is impossible just means you're not doing (or haven't done) it right."
~Columnboy, July 2014 ColumnBoy
"Watch old movies, so then when someone asks you what your favorite movie is you can say casablanca or my fair lady and make them dumbfounded."
~Musicisthenewspeech, July 2014 musicisthenewspeech
"What you do not want others to do to you, do not do to others."
Quote: Confucius ~Enhar, July 2014 :Enhar
"Eh I've seen worst ^^
But, we require that adrenaline rush, it keeps us "awake" and alert for anything.^^"
~SoulofSilverduh, July 2014 SoulofSilverduh
"Hehe! Its good every once in a while to be scared. But I guess some of us are more alert than others. We will never be as sca
Tagged because I'm me
My name is Scr1b3
I was born in New Zealand, and I really don’t care
About you, your gender, or your nationality. (Or anything else people are prejudiced against these days…)
I get inspired by art, by people, the world and everything.
I speak English, a bit of French, Hebrew, but feel free to educate me
KNOWLEDGE. Knowledge is power
My biggest life goal is to survive. It is currently also my hardest project
And no I will not post my name
Did you know that wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by over 700 times?
If I follow trends, it’s either cos they’re worth following, or you are
I like black. But glow-in-the dark’s nice too
I also like Ingress, (t’ game) most children, and anything that lives, breathes and doesn’t purposefully try to make my life a misery
I’d prefer to be less social than I am, but alas, people seem to have this annoying habit of becoming attached to me, and then I start to like
Hindsight 20/20Bittersweet are my apples of green
Green to the very core of what I hold dear
I hate tart
But it is all I know
My taste buds yearn for something more
So I venture to the boundary
Like I have time and time again
With its attempts to separate the laws of attraction
But it cannot deny the longing that I feel within
I gaze upon the crimson tempters
So close and yet so far
Just out of reach
I won’t have to walk far
To sink my teeth into a blushing forbidden fruit
My mouth salivates for a scarlet tender and sweet
So I cross the line and start
A life among the luscious fruit aflame
A short time passes
And they all decay
Humbled by a bittersweet rotting heap
Of those that had seen better days
I have a moment of clarity
And confront my past of greed
As I reminisce of a past life
With tartness green
video games =/= real live just because you saw something violent in a game or show doesn't mean you'll do it in real life
here's a video 2 prove it. http://youtu.be/emyAIuqD__A
let's talk! :)I like to take and role play with people so if you guys ever get bored talk to me.I'm always on.
Decade And A YearI'm back to where it all began
In the village that was once my home
A dingy two bedroom flat,
Where i dreamed of aliens through the night
My primary school,
With it's rooms filled with forgotten thoughts
The church across the way
The park on the playing filled,
With its swings and wooden things
A decade and a year gone
And everything's wrong...
love history1. He taught me to forget. Most days, I'm pretty good at it. But every once in a while his memory gets caught in my teeth. I try to swallow it down but it stays stuck like a lump in my esophagus.
2.I loved sitting in that quiet house with you watching movies because I knew that at the end of the night we would wind up talking for hours about the things that we'd been wanting to say all along.
I used activities as a means to an end.
I wasn't really all that interested in bowling or laser tag or swimming, or the park; I was interested in you. And that was all I needed. If you were there I would be too. If there was a place you wanted to go, I would go with you.
You were the first boy I ever loved but somehow I always felt insecure. Like my hold over you was frayed from the start. Like maybe you belonged to another girl, one you hadn't even met yet but who would love you like a poem, like you should have always been loved.
3. He was testing his wings but I could not help him fly. He wasn'
Rainy DayShe's walking down the road this way,
Dripping wet; she doesn't care.
Bruise on cheek,
Black left eye,
Stormy rain clouds,
A wet leaf trembling in the breeze,
Words chase tails in her head,
A hundred things she hasn't said,
A thousand things she has to say,
But not right here, Not today.
American DreamsHave you ever been out on the street and wondered where your feet
May take you in this wide, wide world?
You have the dream you have the talent, bring the voice we’ll hit these streets hard like a wall with a mallet
Only to find these streets not as glittering gold, the dirt of dirt of generations burying the soul
Of this land and its people, the hard fights with blood stained hands
People praying to the pipe or needle
There is nothing so resolute, as being destitute
Where next meals come in growing lines of the hungry pleas of humanity
As each day becomes a struggle for survival a trial and conviction of the very thing
which built this country.
Our hands, our fight, our hardships, our lives mean nothing to the hands who
hold the money above our heads.
American Dreams buried without mourning.
stage frightthe edges peel off every once in a while;
i stick them back together,
press my thumbs down, say i've fixed it---
but it's peeling, fraying,
sliding apart at the seams;
the blurry edges of my vision make me nervous,
make me shake and worry
(i am marble-cut and resolute,
somehow, i'm okay with sentences like puzzle pieces
"you're not okay"
it's addiction, you know,
"this is love"
is this love?
is this ever going to change?
my symptoms are showing
(stage directions: clench fists and
beat holes in the floorboards;
be careful of the bones, they're thin now,
plaster dust packed in a chalky mess
too brittle to serve as framework anymore,
the knees collapse together, tired lovers
sick of swinging back and forth)
act one, scene one:
i never meant for this to happen,
"i don't love you"
the scenery is bleak and minimal,
the cast is laid along the floor in tombstone rows,
players for the damned,
hissing whispered syllables
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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