Sta.sh
Forgive me, but I´ll always only be able to write about you |
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Brave New WorldWelcome to Brave New World - thank you for choosing us.Brave New World by =rose-from-the-ashes
Congrats, this is the perfect society, the perfect religion and the perfect government.
No worries, we know about the perfect way how to dress and the perfect hobbies.
We exactly know what you want and what you need right now -
we have the diet and the music, the tv program, the hairstyle, we have
the appropriate medicament and the appropriate therapy.
Not forgetting the appropriate spouse - you shouldn´t leave love to chance.
Enter your strengths please, enter your weaknesses, enter your preferences,
and we´ll immediately show you your One and Only, just lean back and
RequiemSometimes I try to remember the daysRequiem by =rose-from-the-ashes
when I knew the meaning of sense, but
my memories are faded lines of an old drawing,
the skeleton of a rose leaf
Sometimes this makes me remember the day.
It was the day when music left me forever.
With one thundering drumbeat.
With one last dissonant chord, fortepiano. Deceptive cadence.
With the screeching of the brakes,
wailing of the sirens -
finale, presto.
Cacophony.
Click click, the
train announcement.
Staccato- accelerando.
Voices. Tutti, sforzato!
Tremolo -saltus duriusculus-
...descending lines...
Lacrimoso. Neapolitan sixth.
Phone ringing - vibrato -
pianissimo.
The ob
Forgive me, but I´ll always only be able to write about you |
S H H H H Hand through the haze, my eyes will beg for crispness.S H H H H H by ~EmaciatedandEpitaphs
STOP. before you warp me ragged.
rotten wood; the smell of
almost-built
support.
Decay of the Scalpel.
Still Zombie-Sharp.
death will bleed steel
(silence) the metallic ice cream cone.
She speaks of sweetness;
The hilarity pumping from my throat was more or less gag-worthy,
still the laughter bellowed out my jaws with arrogant consistency.
Her candied-apple lips held a tart hint of "Taste Me"
         Thank you for inspiring me |
just wanted to say I´m still alive..very busy atm but I think I´ll be back soon 
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- This is concentrated beauty.
from the blazing pages...because you listened
catlike
at the tip of the stair,
the phonograph coughed its secrets
and you
grew up thinking
that pretty women needed saved,
that apples were poisoned and
knights rode into sunsets without getting burned.
i.
but the first one you held
taught you that
magic mirrors never tell them they're beautiful,
and you saw the spindle-scratches on her arms
(because princes have roaming hearts, and they
stay a little while and then
slip away.)
ii.
and the one you married wouldn't touch you
because
"i'm a golden egg, not a tiny pea,"
and you said it didn't matter
but she broke the beanstalk and sent you
tumbli
Solaris
i walk on porcelain clouds
with winged sandals.
my rainbow hair is combed
by crystal butterflies,
along the skies of sapphire
i am but a sparkling amber,
you may have seen me,
for i travel the sky,
kissing your pastel flowers to bloom,
tickling your beautiful rosy cheeks
with my golden voice.
i walk on porcelain clouds
with winged sandals.
i dance on the cerulean waves
as they serenade me with the song
&
Kisses of a Different TruthIt was passion; glorified, embellished, exposed. Fluid lips kissing a satin sensation across skin.
Palms weave affection through fervid fingers.
It's a wildfire, love. Fickle and unworthy. It's hardly a flicker, not even a flare. He referred to it as infatuation, merely a spark. And I was faltering, attempting to explain it's value; the power of an unlikely flame. But he was willful and I couldn't help but feel fickle and unworthy.
Your whisper caressed my ear, sending an overdose of pleasure to every nerve.
You kept asking me to tell you, and even though your smile was seducing me, I feared the destructive pow
CaitlynIt's the little things I know about Caitlyn Cameron.
She never tells anyone the big things.
Once, Caitlyn Cameron broke in front of me.
She leaned against the dirty bathroom stall
And clutched herself, like it was all that held her
Together.
"My sister cut herself last night."
And the one time Caitlyn Cameron trusted someone
Enough to see her break
That someone could not help her.
Sometimes when it rains,
Caitlyn Cameron will stand out in the water
And ask God why she wasn't good enough.
She says it feels good to blame someone for her cut-off angel wings.
She can still feel them desperately trying to take her some place better.
of my poem, Star Swallower! Sorry it has taken me this long to respond, I got swamped after that DD! Still trying to make my way through it all. 
danke, mir gehts eigentlich ganz gut, ich bin auch auf jeden Fall noch hier und versuch ab und zu mal ein paar Zeilen zu schreiben...kam aber in den letzten Wochen zu nichts mehr, RL war einfach zu stressig und ich war selten entspannt genug. Sollte aber in nächster Zeit wieder besser werden, dann bin ich wohl auch wieder etwas aktiver in dA und lass mal was von mir hören.
