You smell like the oppressive heat sticking to my skin,
burning a vicious red,
leaving fingerprints on my arms.

--

You smell like the open ocean washing over my limbs,
reflecting the glittering sun,
careless caresses on my bruises.

--

You smell like the quiet cold of a soaked forest,
droplets twisting down,
my echoes muffled by damped leaves.

--

You smell ( Read more... )

:: so i lied, i wasn't going to upload a story a day. cause I am a failure. In my defense, started a new college and its crazy. So I'll just end up writing something whenever I can. TA DARLINGS.

Sometimes, ordinary days are extraordinary days: Day 3

( (The growing divide between them, the expanding, breeding in-between...) )

::it was my brother's 19th birthday today so everything was very full and very busy, thus I did not really get a lot of writing done. I definitely plan to go somewhere beautiful today to pick up some inspiration but in replace of that now I'll give you Olivia's fantasy world to think about.

Sometimes, ordinary days are extraordinary days: Day 2

( Olivia spends most of her time outside, languidly stretches out across the emerald grass... )

:: I've been going through a extreme amount of writers block so i've decided to force myself. Everyday, for a month, so that is until September 28, I'll write a short story. Something between 500-1000 words, nothing spectacular or special, just whatever flits into my brain. As always, I'd love and appreciate any and all feedback ♥

Sometimes, ( Read more... )

poetry is the water that wears through stone -- whoever wrote it on my english teacher's wall.

I. Forever
I am breathless,
full of your air-
handprints along my ribcage
pressing into my flesh.

your lips slipping and
sliding
along my skin.

Aching against me
like a stone pressed
into the
sand,
burning
under the sun,
too warm to touch.
You have ruined
Me.

II. ( Read more... )

1.

My lonely words,
pressed,
sheet-white onto paper.
Never to be read.

2.

Unbearable whiteness,
roaring and swirling around you,
solid.
I scream with the
rushing, tumbling,
drop.

3.

She is a lonely leaf,
dangling in the autumn.
Resilient and strong.
She is burning bright.
orange and red.
Hesitant and afraid.
- -
And one day,
the lonely leaf,
will fall.

4.

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[a typical sonnet with 3 quatrains and a couplet; written in abab cdcd efef gg, with 10 syllables in each line]

the lonely ones

I fall quietly like a dying bird,
slipping away, let go of my weak hand.
My speech is slow, my empty words are slurred,
wont you go strike up the funeral band?

Find happiness in my old dressing room,
search for my body and inhale ( Read more... )

THIS IS A ORIGINAL PIECE WRITTEN BY ME. ALL CHARACTERS/PLOT ARE IN FACT MINE :)

I don't know if this interests any of you, but I would LOVE if any of you would take the time to read it. It's really short, just a one scene little play; it is a little disturbing but it's the first thing I've finished in forever so I would love some feedback!

“ACCIDENT ( Read more... )

Autumn;

Dapples of red sunlight
shining in patterns on honeyed-skin.
Tufts of bronzing grass
sprouting from rocks along the riverbed.

Mellowed shouts of laughter
flowing skirts and naked feet,
Splashing in cold water
damp skin tainted with lustful need.

Children from a new era
different from the time before.
Falling leaves raining in whirls,
and calm winds ( Read more... )

I cannot live without my life!
I cannot live without my soul!
-Heathcliffe, Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;
-Catherine, Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
I am haunted by humans.

-death. the book thief (markus suzak)

Maybe they're the ones that will change the ( Read more... )