beauty (lost)and i swear, this is the last time he'llbeauty (lost) by RoseScarlet
pin me to the wall
(he tells me i'm a work of art,
but after all this time, i'm still just a girl)
too young, too young, the walls whisper
too late, too late, i sob
because this battered body,
this girl with the scarlet tattoos, she is too tired to escape
and her wings won't work in the rain.
and as i suck in air, i wonder, how many more will have to endure
the pain of not being their own
i have heard too many screams, all at once
(God who i stopped believing in,
if you can hear me,
let this end, so that when i am walking in the streets
with my child, i can swear,
that she will never
have scars on her back,
she will never
have welts on her heart)
goldocean, i have no more words to give you,gold by RoseScarlet
it smells too much like summer,
too much like home, but you are
a thousands miles away
Gaea wants to be Midas, the earth is in
a million shades of the ring
you left on my front porch,
of my mane back when i was wild, when i was free.
i remember when was your leo, you'd stare at the stars and wonder
what it felt to be molten but still burning
but you'd never know, never know,
because the sun doesn't taste like honey
when the well runs dry, it tastes like
death. (sometimes i miss you,
but i know better)
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars. by RoseScarlet
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Welcome to Night Vale?Hey! c:Welcome to Night Vale? by Seabit
I was wondering if anyone here has ever heard of or listened to the podcast "Welcome to Night Vale"?
I´m saying this because the podcast is simply beautiful. It is funny, weird, random, deep and terrifying at times.
And so very worth listening to.
So yeah. This was just a spur-of-the-moment rush to talk about it I just need to fangirl about it with someone, truth be told
Nevertheless, I highly recommend it c:
Omaha doll, inclement time[don't you just love the smell of lightnin'?]Omaha doll, inclement time by alapip
withholding sharp of barb-ed fork.
un-pitching mirth - Nebraska corn.
a loathsome husker huffs windy bluster,
in feckless lust o'er freckled lass.
she heard your word; you oink like pork,
breath rank and mean, with beard unshorn.
you, trailer trash, lure a killing twister.
she hooks the sky... then, lets it pass.
mother earth by men brought dark,
while women bless the harvest morn.
that girl has power beyond you, Buster.
thank the stars; she spared your ass.
"oh my darlin', oh my darlin', Omaha doll, inclement time...
she is gone, but not forgotten, oh my darlin' Clementine."
llp - dA - jan2012