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
.and i have seen deer necks, limp. by oaklungs
their bodies cold as death,
hooves made of glass, hooves shattered,
arrows piercing hind legs
running sweat and crimson, i have walked
a path of deadwood, paths of black trees
moss and bark, i have felt their spines beneath
my feet, felt suicides of leaves
unfolding, still asleep -
i have seen eleven chestnut horses
flailing in the sea, frothing at the mouth
and drowning, found themselves
and tired -
goddess leant over my bed and she said
i know you, i know you from somewhere
don't i? you've still got those paper lanterns drifting
in the black skies of your eyes, you lay and pray
my girl, you lay and pray -
the hinges of the moon, they rust,
don't open up to you, cos something dark
it grows inside, will gnaw its way right
your silver skin -
and now i sit arms out and upturned,
braid the light with my split lip, and no i do not
want to talk about the overbite, the mark, i know
i smell of sterile -
he said look at all these inse
10 Days of Honesty [Prompt Series]Hello darlings10 Days of Honesty [Prompt Series] by Lissomer
This prompt series was originally posted by iPawed waaaaaay back in 2010, but it's fantastic, so I'm going to give it a go. You can find the original journal here.
I'm posting about it before I even start, so that you lovely people can guilt me into keeping to my deadlines. SO. Within twenty-four hours I will have the first of these up, and we can go from there. I'll update this journal with links to each day as I complete them.
Do link me to your versions if you decide to take on the challenge as well!
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Hey. I'm a teenage girl who digs sunsets, starbucks frappuccinos, and free verse.
I'm nice and love helping people and offering advice, so if you ever want to talk to me about problems or life or just plain whatever, feel free
All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to
Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday
I'll breathe again.