Devious Journal EntryKinda amazes me that even after all this time, the most popular thing on my page is something I wrote...ohgod, 6 years ago?
I feel so old now.
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WakeScream. Cry. Rage all you like. Your prison is words in ballpoint Your own pen, your own hand And you are nothing more than a ghost (there you said it even on this dark night) Of tattered linen and stained lace- Your previous incarnation was more appealing. And your heart is beating quick enough to burst. Dash up the stairs quick now get the light on before it gets you. Your mind is terror But does it have a name? Or is it just a black hole in your chest and the feeling of footsteps and fingers following you? Shhh. DonWake
by ~sirannon
PreludeA haze Like contact paper on the trees Filters through the glade: A dream. A pale remembrance ofPrelude
Something. Something I-
A dragonfly’s view Fragmented. Darting. Rainbow. It’s sharp, like the rosebush near the pond, Like the thorn in my-
A movement Shadowy and thin Betrayed by a stormy sob: I forget his name. And next to the pond The weeds A wrist. Limp. A-
No. Not yet.
by ~sirannon
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- Current Residence: Boston
- Favourite artist: JW Waterhouse
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde. Edgar Allan Poe. Holly Black. Tolkien. Alexandre Dumas. Charlotte Bronte. Libba Bray.
- MP3 player of choice: Sandisk
- Personal Quote: Gods...literally.
- Tools of the Trade: A long-suffering muse.
- Email: seaflame13@yahoo.com
- AIM: Ab Abyssus
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