Happiness-Heart
Queen of Swords
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Grimm and BeautifulFrom my window, through the dusty soft screen between the lines of glass that cut up the trees and towers. God sews tiny jewels on the skyscrapers,Grimm and Beautiful
I want to touch them.
From town comes a river made of lined concrete with little colorful metal fishes that I try to pet from the bridge above. I thought of jumping in, but they looked so determined swimming upstream. I threw half his heart over the edge like Rose in Titanic but his was shiny silver with our names on the front. Then I stood at the mouth, at the rivers edge and waited but it never came to me. I cr
by ~heartbeatsRoverated
Undivided ConquerorHe sizzles in my chest and chars my heart. It crumbles like charcoal, tears it apart burns like hair what would you say then? when the smokes in the air. He's my maiden and I'm his knight My swords sliced through flesh, finish his fights Theres a head on every spike of my gate, all with his face villain and maid, in a tower of hate. Despite what he says, I know my place.Undivided Conqueror
by ~heartbeatsRoverated
Simply, SimplyIts simply, simply true. I'll paint my face in blue. Draw my eyelids with charcoal, with lips done rouge.Simply, Simply
Its simply, simply done. Your shadow hides the sun. I'll hang up my flag, and pen the surrender.
by ~heartbeatsRoverated
Pay UpMy heart’s singing in a shattered tone, throat sore. There are glass shards on the floor, from the broken window, on the broken door. Slammed hard and fast, a relationship past, its due datePay Up
Owed a fee, loves not for free.
Born anew, a smile askew, arms to hold me tight. Hands in fists, the stance is fit, for another fight.
Another fee, loves not for free.
by ~heartbeatsRoverated
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AbdomenYou used to say your love was a fire but how many days did youAbdomen
waste writing about me?
happy with the friction of your pen on paper when the friction I’m about is a regal heat- I like to move
the friction I’m about is muscle and bone I’m about shaking the paint off these walls like I can burn up every trace about you
you sit in the dark happy to have the weakling spark of what we used to be I’m out trying to melt the memories by staring at the sun
by ~teenagejesus
Pressure Songit has all to do with your devotion to making-Pressure Song
grabbing up that throw away stuff
no one bothered with
and pounding it to diamonds.
With that whole new finished product
so far removed from the trash it came from
you’re an alchemist.
But nothing in the store is for sale
because you’re gold is fleeting
and whoever said the joy is in the making
was a joke:
there’s nothing worse than putting in the effort
only to watch your work
get worn on someone else’s hand.
by ~teenagejesus
:: our last beginning ::let's begin this night like it is our last look to the sky and count the stars it's not ours but we want it so:: our last beginning ::
words are never going to be enough to describe the way we are now where we can't speak from deep inside ourselves
a thousand miles away away away from what we want to be who we want to be where we want to be
when this night fails we are lost left homeless dying for a place to escape where we will grow up and be blown away
a thousand miles away away away from what we want
by ~das-ding-an-sich
verandawe’re both so bad at the nuance and subtlety of seduction,veranda
the smiles never leave our faces.
the fact we can’t care less what the other is saying
is sure sign what we’re looking for.
this is a race between two out of shape predators
forced to give up on prey.
we lost that killer touch-
the patience and stealth
you need against the quicker kind.
we’ve found out hard how brute strength and
desperate hunger are useless if you can’t get close
can’t sneak up next to the target.
now this cannibal want got us going
after another h
by ~teenagejesus
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| its a good thing this love is requieted |
Devious Info
- Interests: music, art, crafting, movies, internet, learning, anything interesting and different
- Favourite movie: I have a few on my top are Amelie and Life is Beautiful
- Favourite band or musician: right now Bullet for my Valentine
- Favourite genre of music: rock, industrial, dance
- Favourite poet or writer: Laurell K. Hamilton
- Favourite style of art: photography
- Favourite game: Pacman, hes got skills
- Favourite cartoon character: stewie!
- Tools of the Trade: keyboard and my heart
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Merry Xmas is it me or does it sound more cool mwhen you type it with an x? Yeah I met nicky!
What's upppp?
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These words stopped being fiction the minute they fell from the sky and splashed across the page, blurring the words altogether.
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These words stopped being fiction the minute they fell from the sky and splashed across the page, blurring the words altogether.
:::does something sexy:::
-jeez
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need some hell.
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need some hell.
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