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Five A DayLovely yellow lemon smothers me, mothers me with sticky citrus kisses. Sweet, soft and gooey drops, slops, slips on my lips, tongue eager and hunting for more, hunger, you give me an ache in my tummy, little lemon and my face: apple green. Puckered lips gluey and gummy where sweet touched bitter and made it better.Five A Day
by ~forgottenfairie
Lunch TimeBreakfast time, Melon salad, an apple, washed, unbroken skin. A mouth, crystal clean, with a gleaming grin. Cotton all round, a dress and sweet, white knickers. A bra that almost fits, and eyes that shake, sparkle, glitter. Shoes made of leather and polished by the hand of a man, A father never tiring of admiring That pretty, young thing that walked down the road Every morning, step by step, clip, clip, clop, sometimes looking like she couldn’t stop.Lunch Time
Lunch.
Dinners a take away, greasy and thick.
And he promised a lot but never promised her this.
by ~forgottenfairie
by ~forgottenfairie
Chalk BoardYou had soft hands, man’s hands, all masculine lines and bitten down finger nails. Strong, blue veins always on show. You hid nothing, arms and mind open. They always looked most beautiful when you came home from work and they would be covered inChalk Board
ink, paint, powder, iridescent
smudges along iron bones. You would hold my face, my hands, leave traces of colour.
And I would rub away at the marks,
hope we’d blend into each other.
by ~forgottenfairie
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A Fork in the RoadI stand divided, ah fork in the road Hesitate I stop unsure where to go Contemplating, comparing, one to the other I just can’t decide which path, so I suffer Undecided, unsure, and in doubt To which road I would travelA Fork in the Road
To which life I’d live out But still I stood unmoved afraid to choose
Not wanting to decide for what I might loose
So which way should I go? Which one would be best? The one to the right
Or the one to the left This one looks nice. But so does the next. Two paths still un chosen
But to which should I step
by ~darkchill
TotalityTied to my eyes are the views that I see,Totality
the world that continous through drug induced pain. Tied to my heart comes bitter sweet sleeping - no matter what happens it happens
again.
Pinned to a door comes entrance and exits. The failing and falling of people like me. And you say I should watch them, consider
my own fate. Do I deserve this? Quite possibly.
Blood that runs deep is surely
quite simple. Without it, to lose it, you'd quite surely die. Yet mortal cravings like chocolate and coffee creates a stong aroma of white
y
by ~thisgirl32
Death Upon a Morning KissDeath upon a morning kiss Dreams of life I will not miss Razors edges are all that I wish Pressed against my bleeding wrist Crimson red, flowing blood Stained by tears upon my rug I hold these blades with desire Hopping my life will soon expire I see my veins pumping away Franticly trying to make me stay No! You can’t! I want to leave! I won’t let you send that blood I need I see you trying to hold on But I must go! It’s all I know! Depression, sadness, anger, humiliation I see them as blades and an open invitation To escape this tragic life I liveDeath Upon a Morning Kiss
by ~darkchill
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- Current Residence: at the mo i seem to be meshed to this comp chair!!!- sooo many essays!
- Interests: right now...avoiding essays...
- Favourite movie: too tough, too many!
- Favourite band or musician: hmmmm, atm i like dashboard confessional, smile empty soul and jimmy gnecco
- Favourite genre of music: anything and everything!
- Favourite artist: the guy that painted 'april love' that thing haunts me. in a good way!
- Favourite poet or writer: again, too hard to pigeon hole.
- Favourite photographer: my sister, she alwys manges to cut a limb or two off everything she photos, it makes me giggle
- Favourite game: cluedo cluedo cluedo!!!!!! mr mustard is bad! yeh i know its curnel( howeva its spelt) mustard! lolz
- Favourite cartoon character: jasmine outta aladin! shes so pretty!
- Personal Quote: he wants discipline. discipline? control. over the way i live
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If this is all the Love my Spirit can give....There is not a reason more to live,
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All I have are faded memories, feelings from my broken yesterday,
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All the tears I've cried
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ich bin so lame und benutze passwörter die ich von meinem ex geklaut habe, um kindische sachen anzustelln
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I have left DA as I dont have time anymore due to uni. Hopefully I shall be back soon. Thanks to everyone who has helped me improve my art
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