SessileToday I saw a house being driven down the street by two trucks.Sessile
And I wanted to go places where chocolate is spicy; where houses go walking for the sake of it.
Countless tabulations mutter, and my pen stops -
stutters. I would be in a place where I can let words be empty buckets
but my house is sessile. Someone pierced the hull and let water in, back when salt crusted my hair.
So I watch the houses roll by and wonder when I stopped moving and they started.
Dennika"Well, then?"Dennika
Denn glanced up towards me, then back to the food she had been picking at steadily for the past half-hour. She shrugged a shoulder. It was not that she was sulking or unhappy, that much I could see right away. She was simply lost in her own thoughts, trying to negotiate around walls and corners of contemplation.
"Met Gabriele," she said eventually. "You know. Prince."
I sat back, my eyebrows shooting up as I waited for her to elaborate. Instead, she ate a mouthful of potato and lapsed back into silence, her grey-pink eyes focused on the grains of the table. Impatiently, I leaned my elbows o
HurtI laugh at the silence that opens its jaws and swallows me whole. Beauty only lasts for as long as it is unseen.Hurt
Barley Sugar KissesI will leave you all in the afternoon with barley-sugar kisses and spectacle lenses for seeing clear.Barley Sugar Kisses
My feet will tread the footpath unbeaten, wild and grown; but only so I can bring you leaves when I wander back home.
I will not walk beneath ladders or forget to lace my sills with salt.
I hope the demons leave you be, and that honey coats at least one finger when spring comes. I hope you know that mirrors
are not the windows eyes are. I will leave you all in the afternoon with a salt-laced Sunday kiss - but my whispers
Journal 82Teasings "Julian, please, go away." Jules reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling Damalis up against a wall of stacked planks behind him. Taking her hand he turned it and pressed her fingers to an individual plank. "What's this one?" "Maple," she sighed. His free hand slid over her eyes. "And this one?" "Maple." "And this?" Her fingers fell on a stack to the left at Jules' insistence, his balance keeping her upright in the difficult position. &Teasings
| I'm not really sure what this is... I clicked a button and there was a text box. This in itself should tell you sommat about me. I do things simply because it seems like a good idea at the time. I'm 'a dog chasing cars'(Joker, Batman, Dark Knight). I'm scatter-brained and disorganised, unless it comes to writing, whereupon my organisation is control-freak tight. i love music. I have four brothers and a sister, the latter whom has an account on Deviantart. I have too many cousins. I am slow to anger and quick to laugh. I wear hats all the time. I am socially inept. I TAKE CARE of my friends. I don't 'fav-and-run' and I am receptive to constructive criticism. I enjoy being underestimated. |
Lit exam.
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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream
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good love with my friends.
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good love with my friends.
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream
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