You are my American dream
Stars and stripes; mainly stars
Pocks in the sky, pinprick holes in the
Canvas over some electric light
You are my biggest regret
I wish we had happened while I slept
Like a car crash that wakes me, shaking
I'd sleep with a smile and wonder
"What if...?" And then wonder no more
What's the opposite of nostalgia? I'm glad we happened but
I almost wish I'd lived in eternal darkness
Those stars blaze on the back of my eyelids, and I'll
Always miss them.
3rd degree burns don't just peel away like sunstroke.
Plastic glow is not the same.
I am my Statue of Liberty, and
You think you got out while you could
I could splinter
4.30. You look at me
Challengingly. But you do not scare
Me. I am a girl in a
Fat suit, a selkie - a beautiful
Juxtaposition - I never met an ugly
Seal woman. He said he’d chase me back to
Salem. Where I belong.
He said I was
Enchanting. We played out princess and
Frog - or was I the ugly
Duckling? I’m not as oblivious as you
Thought I was.
He never said the right
Things. Why did I want a poisoned
Cauldron? We all love to feel
Love and loved and he had me
Bleeding all the red
Meanings. I hoped he’d stir if I brushed poison ivy
Lips. He didn’t
Twitch. I hoped he’d bubble if I ripped my pastry puff
Ballgown. He d
I’m glad I’m not an aquarium -
I hope you never see any of the
Slithering fishes eyed in the
Bowl that holds my mind
There are plenty more fish in the sea and I’m
Plenty sure that’s what scares me
Black Hole Obscurity by OurBraveHeroine, literature
Literature
Black Hole Obscurity
They called her a mothgirl but how could she be when
She wasn’t drawn to flames? She wanted nothing more than
To stop herself getting burned
She didn’t like the feel of hard skin callouses on her fingers
(Mountainous ruptures are not fun or attractive when -
A salesman takes your hand like a fortune teller
Traces measles and pox and promises
All can be solved with £34 - reduced, today only to £22,
Like that could stop an addictive habit
Like that could stop you wanting to feel pain each time you push
Fingerprints on ink pads?
Not fucking likely.)
She liked feeling things with them -
That was her plan for tonight
When
She is milky tea soy swirls watercolour eyes and that painted smile
Camerabulb flashing seems so old 50s Hollywood glamour
Whispered between silk sheets, not paper rustles
And I, wizened, white hair, gold teeth
Wonder why Wendy is intent on befriending me?
Before I was sure she’d be ‘no comment’ to my 40s noir beige coat turned collar reporter
Though my tongue, pink whale, blubber blubbering
Pulped fiction halted press, I’d rather pound print than pillows
I was sure she’d slice scales in two, walk on land just to have the chance to
Give up her voice
Ribbons and riddles turn to twine and blahblahblah
Van Gough mas
I chased playing fox cubs late one night
Glowed so vixen orange, only my eyes were blue
If you can distract yourself with such white lights
Then I can forget about you.
Everyone else is downstairs
I can hear them, chanting numbers and watching clock faces
Tick over
While I hide up here, cradling your corpse
Counting my whispers into your forehead
Ten.
The first time we met and I thought you were
- pause for breath -
The most beautiful thing I had ever seen
Not lust or envy; admiration
(It’s not a sin)
And you don’t even remember the sun warming your hair on those steps
Nine.
I’m afraid I made a terrible mistake,
Bad phrasing
“It’s a long story”
And it was I who pushed you away
Accidents happen, they said
And your words?
“We were never going to be ‘best friend
Swimming With Sharks by OurBraveHeroine, literature
Literature
Swimming With Sharks
I thought I was a girl in a Koi pond
Fish trace ribbons through crystal water
Bright coloured tails and rainbow trails
And splashes of diamond, ruby, champagne
Rain
Shatters the pool’s surface
Waves sink into the shore, kicking and screaming
The friends I made dreaming
Smile fangs
All this time I was
Swimming with sharks
My truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth
Was nothing but a lie
Thirsty slits in my throat.
I can’t climb out without drowning
But to stay in this shark pool would be to be eaten alive.
I’m a girl in a tsunamied Koi pond, treading water
Fearing I’m about to be sold downriver, and
Watching shado
You are my American dream
Stars and stripes; mainly stars
Pocks in the sky, pinprick holes in the
Canvas over some electric light
You are my biggest regret
I wish we had happened while I slept
Like a car crash that wakes me, shaking
I'd sleep with a smile and wonder
"What if...?" And then wonder no more
What's the opposite of nostalgia? I'm glad we happened but
I almost wish I'd lived in eternal darkness
Those stars blaze on the back of my eyelids, and I'll
Always miss them.
3rd degree burns don't just peel away like sunstroke.
Plastic glow is not the same.
I am my Statue of Liberty, and
You think you got out while you could
I could splinter
4.30. You look at me
Challengingly. But you do not scare
Me. I am a girl in a
Fat suit, a selkie - a beautiful
Juxtaposition - I never met an ugly
Seal woman. He said he’d chase me back to
Salem. Where I belong.
He said I was
Enchanting. We played out princess and
Frog - or was I the ugly
Duckling? I’m not as oblivious as you
Thought I was.
He never said the right
Things. Why did I want a poisoned
Cauldron? We all love to feel
Love and loved and he had me
Bleeding all the red
Meanings. I hoped he’d stir if I brushed poison ivy
Lips. He didn’t
Twitch. I hoped he’d bubble if I ripped my pastry puff
Ballgown. He d
I’m glad I’m not an aquarium -
I hope you never see any of the
Slithering fishes eyed in the
Bowl that holds my mind
There are plenty more fish in the sea and I’m
Plenty sure that’s what scares me
Black Hole Obscurity by OurBraveHeroine, literature
Literature
Black Hole Obscurity
They called her a mothgirl but how could she be when
She wasn’t drawn to flames? She wanted nothing more than
To stop herself getting burned
She didn’t like the feel of hard skin callouses on her fingers
(Mountainous ruptures are not fun or attractive when -
A salesman takes your hand like a fortune teller
Traces measles and pox and promises
All can be solved with £34 - reduced, today only to £22,
Like that could stop an addictive habit
Like that could stop you wanting to feel pain each time you push
Fingerprints on ink pads?
Not fucking likely.)
She liked feeling things with them -
That was her plan for tonight
When
She is milky tea soy swirls watercolour eyes and that painted smile
Camerabulb flashing seems so old 50s Hollywood glamour
Whispered between silk sheets, not paper rustles
And I, wizened, white hair, gold teeth
Wonder why Wendy is intent on befriending me?
Before I was sure she’d be ‘no comment’ to my 40s noir beige coat turned collar reporter
Though my tongue, pink whale, blubber blubbering
Pulped fiction halted press, I’d rather pound print than pillows
I was sure she’d slice scales in two, walk on land just to have the chance to
Give up her voice
Ribbons and riddles turn to twine and blahblahblah
Van Gough mas
I chased playing fox cubs late one night
Glowed so vixen orange, only my eyes were blue
If you can distract yourself with such white lights
Then I can forget about you.
Everyone else is downstairs
I can hear them, chanting numbers and watching clock faces
Tick over
While I hide up here, cradling your corpse
Counting my whispers into your forehead
Ten.
The first time we met and I thought you were
- pause for breath -
The most beautiful thing I had ever seen
Not lust or envy; admiration
(It’s not a sin)
And you don’t even remember the sun warming your hair on those steps
Nine.
I’m afraid I made a terrible mistake,
Bad phrasing
“It’s a long story”
And it was I who pushed you away
Accidents happen, they said
And your words?
“We were never going to be ‘best friend
Swimming With Sharks by OurBraveHeroine, literature
Literature
Swimming With Sharks
I thought I was a girl in a Koi pond
Fish trace ribbons through crystal water
Bright coloured tails and rainbow trails
And splashes of diamond, ruby, champagne
Rain
Shatters the pool’s surface
Waves sink into the shore, kicking and screaming
The friends I made dreaming
Smile fangs
All this time I was
Swimming with sharks
My truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth
Was nothing but a lie
Thirsty slits in my throat.
I can’t climb out without drowning
But to stay in this shark pool would be to be eaten alive.
I’m a girl in a tsunamied Koi pond, treading water
Fearing I’m about to be sold downriver, and
Watching shado
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By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
The FX Channel has just concluded the highly successful third season of its American Horror Story series.
Each season has featured its own stand-alone storyline, insuring against series stagnation and creating a story competition as the ever-ravenous horror audience eagerly awaits each season’s next outrageous attempt to top the last. Coven, the third entry in the series, a witchcraft genre entry, has not disappointed. Its star, Jessica Lange, was nominated for a Golden Globe. Critical reception, despite the considerable gory fx (envelope-pushing for network TV),
She is milky tea soy swirls watercolour eyes and that painted smile
Camerabulb flashing seems so old 50s Hollywood glamour
Whispered between silk sheets, not paper rustles
And I, wizened, white hair, gold teeth
Wonder why Wendy is intent on befriending me?
Before I was sure she’d be ‘no comment’ to my 40s noir beige coat turned collar reporter
Though my tongue, pink whale, blubber blubbering
Pulped fiction halted press, I’d rather pound print than pillows
I was sure she’d slice scales in two, walk on land just to have the chance to
Give up her voice
Ribbons and riddles turn to twine and blahblahblah
Van Gough mas
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Favourite Movies
Mulan!, Juno, Princess Monoke, Totoro!, Inception, Toy Story (1, 2 & 3)
I got tagged to do this byyyyy !XxHarajuku-DollxX (https://www.deviantart.com/xxharajuku-dollxx) Woop woop!
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
1.)How do you feel today?
Dancing with myself - Gen X
Yeah I guess today has been kinda lonely...
2.)What's your outlook on life?
Real - Superchick
3.)What does your family think of you?
Hurricane Streets - Hey Monday
They think I'm a liiiiiittle crazytempremental. Okay they don't just think it. Okay I am.
4.)What do your friends think of you?
Sweet Dreams are Made of This
....This j
Yay!! I got tagged in something!! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! :D
I don't know if I'm supposed to be greatful for being tagged, maybe I'm supposed to be annoyed. Because now I have to come up with ten things about myself... But I'm so hungry I'm delirious and, let's face it, being tagged is kinda exciting. So yay! Thanks to ~MadnessHamster (https://www.deviantart.com/madnesshamster) for doing the tagging and all.
RULEZZZZZZ:
1) You must post these rules.
2) Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal.
3) You have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4) Go to their pages and
I saw this piece of work by !mollis-biteme-27 (https://www.deviantart.com/mollis-biteme-27) which was a really long list of questions about souls and it got me thinking, and I decided I wanted to answer the questions, but it seemed like too much for a comment, so I'm putting it here. These are the original questions:
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1. A soul is where you feel emotions. It isn't also a conscience, it is the part of you that tells you what you want to do inside.
2. It looks like a small ghost, grey/white, with an absence of colour for eyes and the mouth. It doesn't have legs, it has arms but no hands.
3. Inside you, sort of in the middle. Not in a