Someday, I'll forget,
Someday, I'll say goodbye,
Goodbye to my past,
To a new love, say hi.
But my heart still beats,
Blood heavy and hot,
Wishing he was still mine,
However, he's not.
He's hers, holding her hand,
Watching her laugh at his jokes,
Breathing in the scent of her hair,
As my heart slowly broke.
An envelope of breath,
Soft as baby's touch,
A quiet save from death,
A never-ending rush,
This selfless love would be.
If I should hold you to your word,
Take forever as your promised me,
Those were the words I heard,
Your painted wings would break.
I could not do that to you,
Just to feel my knees shake,
For though you love me too,
You born to fly free,
A world of your own to see.
The brilliant bulb flashes,
A luminescent reminder,
Of the attempted dashes,
To a world much kinder.
Mad dashes that failed,
As you cannot forget,
Those, from which you hailed,
And you weep with regret,
For letting them get to you,
For letting them rip and tear,
From your face the lively hue,
For allowing yourself to care,
So to your sanity, cling,
And for happiness, sing.
Oh, such a bitter smile,
On such a lovely face,
It's been there a while,
No longer ruffles and lace,
To describe you, cupcake,
Thick lashes and gaudy lipstick,
Well now, you're nothing but fake,
The alcohol no longer makes you sick,
You watch as he frets,
But darling, you can't stop,
Your writing and drink a simple duet,
You'll do both until you drop,
Regardless of the pain you cause,
But love is no longer what it was.
The stunning emerald gaze,
From a face too sweet for words,
So beautiful with her locks ablaze,
Despite her temper the boys flock in herds,
Enraged by stubborn arrogance,
Dedicated and determined,
She never takes the time to dance,
However at times, she keeps her heart curtained,
A shield placed over emotion,
She holds herself with such poise,
But the gloves come off with commotion,
When that boys begins to annoy,
Beautiful, sweet, and calm,
She loves without qualm.
She's a kaleidoscope, a little bit motley,
A nymph, a figment of long ago dreams,
Compare her to myth, she'll deny it hotly,
She'll say she's ordinary, no fantasy scheme,
But that's simply too hard to believe,
As she dances to a song that only she can hear,
Thus it is impossible for her to deceive,
You want to keep the faery-girl near.
That laugh of hers, a spritely laugh,
Inspiring in its innocent mirth,
You attempt to induce it with silly gaffe,
A mischievous creature of endless worth,
A creation Shakespearian and epic,
She's a heart-stopping trick.
What's that? A flash of red hair,
It's a bird! No a plane -
Jez! Get down from there!
You must be insane,
He's crazy, a little kooky,
Uncanny, funny, a little bit nuts,
Crossdressing, certainly spooky!
Always up for adventure, without buts,
The best friend a girl could have,
Comforting, caring, and silly,
He's always got coffee and chocolate in hand,
Perhaps he runs about willy-nilly,
Jabez is a darling, a dear,
Without him, life would be dull, I fear.
Is that a quiver, a quirk?
No, it's a laugh, a hearty laugh,
Replaced so quickly by a satisfied smirk,
Of the pranksters he's but a half.
One could say his head is a bit too big,
Or his heart a bit too small,
Or one might say he's a bit of a pig,
Or he doesn't care of others at all.
But then you cannot know him,
If you speak of him like that,
For we all sing our praises to Jim,
And we all sweep off our hats,
Clever and sweet, loyal and true,
If he's your friend, he's there through and through.
A twinkling eye holds a joke,
That none but her may know,
A devious smile as she awoke,
Happiness that only she can sow,
For she's Kaisa the brave,
Kaisa the beautiful but foolhardy,
As she staves off each knave,
We all know she's a smarty,
A temper and tongue,
To match her quick brain,
Her generosity will long aft be sung,
Whether in sun or in rain,
Never will you find a girl such as her,
She's Kaisa the brave, Kaisa the clever.
M and A: The Unthinkable by slam-the-keys, literature
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M and A: The Unthinkable
The Unthinkable
She heaved a shuddering sob that wracked her whole body. With trembling hands, she reached out and grasped his. As her fingers wrapped around his, she noted that his large hands were shaking. Tear-filled, long-lashed grey eyes met his. She had always found that his eyes were guarded, locked doors and millions of staircases filling his eyes, shielding his secrets. Now, every door seemed to be flung wide open, every staircase crumbling. All she could see, with her pleading eyes, was love. Love…and fear. Her sobs stopped, deep breaths filling her lungs. She reached up, and with one small hand caressed his weather-beaten face. He
M and A: Crushed Wings by slam-the-keys, literature
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M and A: Crushed Wings
Crushed Wings
Her eyes wide, she watched as he carefully snatched the butterfly from it's scented perch. The rose seemed incomplete without the garnish that was the brilliant orange butterfly fluttering it's wings inside the hands that had become a cage. Her lips turned upwards as he gently tipped the beautiful insect into her hands. She left her palm stretched out, her fingers curling into themselves, not touching the tiny butterfly.
Her smile faltered as the buttefly attempted to leave her hand, but couldn't. She knew the feeling. Her dark curls bouncing on her shoulders, she looked questioningly up at the boy smiling down at her. She had
D and K: I Love You Too by slam-the-keys, literature
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D and K: I Love You Too
I Love You Too
Divya's eyes danced with laughter as Njarkindwi dragged her away from the brooding dark-skinned man, newly accosted by a highly amused bear of a man. "But where should we go?" Divya asked, a puzzled expression alighting on her delicate features, her brow creasing. Njarkindwi shrugged.
"I am not knowing," she said, in her stilted English. Apparently deep in thought, a smile blossomed on Divya's face as she burst out, "Swimming! Let's go swimming! Njarkindwi, where is the creek we passed earlier?" Njarkindwi appeared just as uneasy as Divya seemed exhilarated.
Cocking her head for a moment, Njarkindwi informed her of the cree
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Alcohol and Adultery: Narcissa
Alcohol and Adultery
Narcissa's wide, guileless blue eyes opened lazily, and she rolled over – or attempted to. A large arm was flung over her waist. Slowly, the events of the previous night came back to her. A party, Slytherin-hosted, although Ravenclaws and a few choice Hufflepuffs had been invited, had been thrown for no reason at all.
The charming, svelte blonde had been the life of the party, even getting along and giggling with the girls who she usually scorned. Jessica Hunt, Morgan Duvette and Kaisa Seren, had seemed like the gradually intoxicated Miss Black's best friends.
Downing more and more firewhiskey, Narcissa had eventually
Laughing at the world,
Such an extraordinary girl,
Thoughts seem to lack,
And you just can't turn back,
If you should and fail,
She'll be right there to bail,
A sister, a friend,
Best friends 'til the end,
The other half of your soul,
The person that makes you whole.
Ignorance is bliss for the arrogant,
Shut you keep your cruel eyes,
Mocking that which you don't know,
So eager to spread your lies.
Breathing down my neck,
Spare me no chance for joy,
You find it fun to hurt and taunt,
Just like every other silly boy.
Stupid with your eager reproaches,
Clever excuses leave your mouth too fast,
A thought for somebody else,
Is far too often last.
A mocking word you always have,
So quick to tease and jeer,
But what happened to you,
You've changed so much, dear.
Stupid is as stupid does,
Or so the saying goes,
Perhaps if you understood my heart,
You'd not be so quick to pinch your nose.
Sweet as sugar, Riley comes first,
When you're feeling your worse,
Wafa follows with an 'I love you',
You can't help but love her too,
And then Kayla, with her beautiful hair,
Always showing how much she cares,
Stuck to Mekus like white on rice,
The latter is ready with steady advice,
Then Jrrt, our maniacal musician,
Listens as you complain about friends or kin,
Idril, with her clever, quick mind,
She's always there with a word so kind,
Jenna who's brilliance never ceases to amaze,
Her artful talent puts you in a haze,
Then Hido, ever so witty and funny,
It's on her that I'd bet my money,
Janey, with random jokes and tales,
Pale, pretty, demure and docile,
With pale skin cool to the touch,
A trendy whore with a bitter smile,
You never seem to speak too much,
Such contrast between your two sides,
A two-faced china doll with nothing to say,
Plastic and fake enjoying the ride,
Then soft and still with no debt to pay,
The hardened tramp or girl next door,
Both aspects of your shattered soul,
No friends to pick you up as you hit the floor,
You bury yourself deeper in your self-made hole,
So now my sweet, my two-faced dear,
Pull your battered heart from the blackened spear.
Current Residence: My Front Yard/My Art Room Favourite genre of music: County && Rock Favourite photographer: Michael Breakey Favourite style of art: Traditional photography. Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Mine. Shell of choice: WTF? Wallpaper of choice: Red and white checks. XD Skin of choice: Tanned or freckled. =P Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore && Tinkerbell Personal Quote: Never interrupt your enemy while he is making a mistake - Napoleon I
Favourite Visual Artist
Botticelli && LaughingAstarael/JLou/oMekuso <3
Favourite Movies
Lord of the Rings; Troy; Benny && Joon
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Taylor Swift, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, && Nickelback
Favourite Writers
J.K.Rowling,Edger Allan Poe,Shakespeare [madeusmile, laughingastarael, Jlou, oMekuso]
Ohkay. So I completed my first EVER painting today. Hold your applause, it's nearly as deplorable as my poetry. ;-;
Basically, it was our second day of 'summer' [techincally, it's still winter, but we hit plus fifteen, so I was out in a skirt and tanktop XD] and I decided I was going to paint outside. I've always loved painting, and I've always loved nature, so for me, it was pretty clear that I'd be painting the scene behind my house - or what it used to be. Now it's a construction site, but ya know, whatever, right? I'll use some creative liscence.
So I sat outside with my acryllics, some news paper, and a piece of white paper. And brushe
Well, mostly to get rid of the insanely long character thing on my front page, I'm going to inform you all of my glee at writing my first [&& SECOND] sonnet.
=D I'm extremely proud of them, and while they're not the best [see ~madeusmile (https://www.deviantart.com/madeusmile) for amazing sonnets] I still am SO proud of them. Mostly because their rhyme isn't too forced, and I like their concepts.
ALSO: My Pied Piper is pretty much my favorite poem that I've ever written. Yes, I know, I'm bragging my ass off here, but HEY. According to my book, Pride vanquished Humility, so KATTY CAN DO WHAT SHE WANTS. xD
Not really, but STILL. I'm just TOO happy right now!
Ohkay. So to fool around, I took some questions of Janey [JLou's] page, && filled them in for my characters.
The result was the following, disastrous, and in my opinion, hysterical, block of text:
1. Divya: Divya is a clever barmaid, who's madly in love with a broody elf named Kedatu. It took a while to convince him that it was impervious that he be with her, but now they're pretty much inseparable. She's a bit bossy, and is incredibly stubborn.
2. Belle: Belle is a narcissistic parody of Beauty and the Beast. She's the imaginary friend of a parody named Beau. She knits, eats chocolate, and reads. A lot. She's extremely anti-social and col