

Ode to...the bridge of refracted light breaches the lens of an iris - purple petals breathe inOde to...
the light of life; orange on purple, warm on the mellow. would a Bee alight on the velvet lips of night? to dare and gaze upon the moon's dim reflection? --- or mayhap close those rosy lips and I will clothe myself in that scent
- let me sup upon nectar golden till I drown on the river bittersweet---


DespairI am lost in the whirlwind sea, the choppy waves are foaming - but no one can see, no one can see the whiteness of my salt encrusted eyes, these filthy pearls that stare at life even now.Despair
I am not blinded.
Looking towards the heavens - I see the dark waste of a million flies - Lucifer, do you speak to me now? I see no light in this darkness. In this valley I will wallow, in the ocean I will sag.
Why have you deserted me? This is no place for children, no place for birds to spread their
sodden wings; I cannot


dormant(sea) urchins crawl back to sleep in a forgotten embrace, shelled by the bombs of a salty tide they escaped for now, for then; sitting on the granite benches, they wonder at the diffused light that molests their eyes.dormant
futile to escape, yet the cannonballs of their tears bleed down the rugged cracks of the cliff faces - run, run, run, until the man whips the flight from your wings, little shrew, little bird.
did you fight till the beginning? did you run past the end?
whisper words of wisdom -
of comfort, and d
Pink Haze

Boy Playing HimselfBoy Playing HimselfBoy Playing Himself
I Standing there on the porch, his colors hushed by shade, he is cooling himself perhaps holding in the last lung of smoke hell get today.
II The blinds behind the window arent moving. The porch swing isnt moving. There are no birds in the eaves. He is not moving.
III About four steps from the door and looking away into the street, he waits on a U-turn to take him back across the bay to the peninsula and then into the city where his friends are gathering. &nb
| I am a poet and an aspiring novelist. I go by various names, some of them pseudonyms, some of them real. Please, on DA, you can either call me Kate, or Michelle. Whatever is easier. ^^ I have an eating disorder, and dysthymic disorder (mild depression). I am a proud member of #LitLove, and I enjoy spending time on DA as well as off of DA. I comment like crazy, fave when I like it, not others, and if I praise you, I mean it. I love my friends, especially ones on DA. You can find me in any of the chats listed in my journal. Chances are, I'll be there. I love watchers, and I read and appreciate every comment and fave. If you commented/faved my piece Writer's Block: A Battle and did not get a response, I apologize. Since that got a DD, it got a lot of attention, and it's hard to get to everyone. ^^ Thank you, though. If you want to follow me on Twitter, do so on prosaicscriptor or TheB0yWhoLived. Prosaicscriptor is my actual, RL update. TheB0yWhoLived is my crack Harry Potter one. |
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avatar from ~Apeliotus go commission him!
Your crack!Harry is SO AWESOME.
I hope you're doing well. <3
Yup, doing good. You?
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If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes. -Jack Handy
I'm well,thanks.
I'm sorry to hear about Sharon, though.
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