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Into the Flames She stood, brilliant fire dancing at her feet, lapping at her fingertips. Her eyes, usually filled with a child like innocence, gleamed with a deep sadness. She looked onward, at him cowering in his chair across the room. He shook noticeably, trying to tear his wrists and ankles from their worn leather restraints, his face a mask of fear.Into the Flames by ~PUNKROCKGODDESS13
She took an ever so slight step forward. He threw himself back in his chair. Sweat rained from his forehead and scalp. His eyes drooped, creating the illusion of twin women. They danced, moving blindingly fast. Together they moved closer, each move matching the other.
the flames edged toward his to
Random Pieces of my Mind - 16I am altogether scared and yet bold.Random Pieces of my Mind - 16 by ~evanescent2002
Running across landscapes I was never meant to tread
And yet running all the same
I seem to never stop
And it seems, the further into this world I go, the more it accepts me
Im not really sure if i want that
Oh but please, please ask the meaning of this,
please dont assume
These keys seem to play themselves
I no longer have to think
All I have to do
Is run and run and run and run
Oh how these clouds glow green
Acid rain is surely following me
I must keep going
Have to keep going
I cannot fail
This world will run with me
pushing me onward
leaps and bounds
and even this bit of lilac
that seems to put me to sleep.
oh wonderful sleep, how beautifully you elude me
and how wonderfully you fall upon my eyes.
never really make sense
but being awake,
is so much more alluring
Riding on trains that fly
Trains that sail
engines that should not function
oh how chandeliers can flip this whole fish
Devious Journal EntryI'm just worthless; life is without solution, save death.Devious Journal Entry by ~palindromegirl
Today I learned both yes and no are false answers.
Complying and rejecting receive the same end.
14...? Give me, give me shock treatmentYou can stroke my emotions,14...? Give me, give me shock treatment by ~palindromegirl
Just as painter flourishes paper,
Fine lines and vivid blurs,
To nothing and to no one,
Some unknown comfort,
Provided by the muddied waters,
Swift on canvas,
Ink of India dulled in time,
Just as shadowed as this old wreck,
This throbbing pit,
This heart of mine.
Lalala... I found all my sobby-scenekid poetry from 2010. Hooray.
A Brilliant LifeIs life the wind that sweeps us,A Brilliant Life by ~palindromegirl
And love the whistle through the trees;
The soft echo that is pure poetry
The wondering whispers that beckon me.
Is this world nothing,
If not a playful remedy
For broken hearts and weary souls,
Who have long lost hope in searching for that which they cannot hold?
Or is life the wind that is but pain,
The quick whip that stirs the rain
That mirrors our tears
As we feel unwelcome and drenched in fear
Soaked in worry, and far from home,
Is love the weakening crash upon our window,
Or, is love perhaps, far beyond know?