* the mood isnt right. but it wont let me change it.


The girl who's lived forever. These thin clothes that barely shield my translucent, ivory, paper-thin skin make-up the only bond that holds the shards of my being together. My navy blue tee shirt looks a bit washed out and has tiny holes in the shoulders where my emotions slip through perfectly. The long slit that goes vertically down the left side of my torso is where all my love for anyone else drips down from my blackening heart and trickles among the stair-step form of my rib cage. On the back of the shirt to the right is a small hole right above my lung. It is responsible for my ever-noticable loss of breath. Along the hem ofThe girl who's lived forever.


what i hold close to my heartit's sunday morning and we are lying in the sand, a warm wind initiating contact with our flushed faces. there are no words- none at all- just the sound of breathing and hearts beating- just a smile, just a kiss. he looks down to see my small head and my tiny hand on his chest- my sleeves are too big and they fall down to my knuckles- this is his favourite. the hem of my dress is blowing in the wind as we lay together, holding hands.what i hold close to my heart
i wake up, dreams silenced, and our bare feet are touching. his hands are in my hair. he is softer than a shadow. i am holding him and being held thoughtlessly like hands on
| **** i can not stress how much better all my artwork looks in person. i am sorry for the suck ass quality**** |
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"If you're in a band, or you're an artist out there, don't give up on your dreams, just keep fighting, and you're dreams will come true someday.."- Bert McCracken.
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Everything inside you
Knows there's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words
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Thanks, lawl.
Five minutes and paint and an animator. Pretty professional stuff.
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