i must have been young when we were together. i must have been, i still saw stars in strange places, i made wishes on dandelion puffs, i thought love was beautiful, i thought kisses meant magic. Your kisses were vampire bites. i transformed one day. i died one day. i held You like You hadn’t done it. You held me like You had.
we hid in cold caves, we bit at lips, we turned holy water into mud puddles. Anything good can be twisted. i used to braid my hair over and over and over. You used to braid your fingers into my skin. my skin turned arctic, but only when i wished i was warm. my skin turned desert, but only when i wished i was numb.
Found on loose leaf by CarnivorousHorse, literature
Literature
Found on loose leaf
I'm a mix, mess, swirl, twist,
crescendo, tornado, monsoon.
I swim, in and out of focus.
I sink deep in muddy waters.
I own twisted crawling roots,
bog soaked and bloated,
soft rot that lingers and smells.
I float, hardwood run smooth.
Age flakes off splinters,
I linger in this place.
I was young once,
and untouched by the world.
I didn't know I should have been,
and now I am anything but.
I never wanted to be stained,
water lines at the edges
of old banks.
The scum sticks and I am ready
to be bleached by the sun.
I was already too white
and now I am the muddy
imitation of broken tree limbs
washed away by the storm.
Of all the things I am,
I
Cry until your teeth hurt
until your sobs become a snarl
until your tears become acid
that burns away everything below you
Cry until you're angry at the injustice
of it all
Cry until you can fight
i must have been young when we were together. i must have been, i still saw stars in strange places, i made wishes on dandelion puffs, i thought love was beautiful, i thought kisses meant magic. Your kisses were vampire bites. i transformed one day. i died one day. i held You like You hadn’t done it. You held me like You had.
we hid in cold caves, we bit at lips, we turned holy water into mud puddles. Anything good can be twisted. i used to braid my hair over and over and over. You used to braid your fingers into my skin. my skin turned arctic, but only when i wished i was warm. my skin turned desert, but only when i wished i was numb.
Found on loose leaf by CarnivorousHorse, literature
Literature
Found on loose leaf
I'm a mix, mess, swirl, twist,
crescendo, tornado, monsoon.
I swim, in and out of focus.
I sink deep in muddy waters.
I own twisted crawling roots,
bog soaked and bloated,
soft rot that lingers and smells.
I float, hardwood run smooth.
Age flakes off splinters,
I linger in this place.
I was young once,
and untouched by the world.
I didn't know I should have been,
and now I am anything but.
I never wanted to be stained,
water lines at the edges
of old banks.
The scum sticks and I am ready
to be bleached by the sun.
I was already too white
and now I am the muddy
imitation of broken tree limbs
washed away by the storm.
Of all the things I am,
I
Cry until your teeth hurt
until your sobs become a snarl
until your tears become acid
that burns away everything below you
Cry until you're angry at the injustice
of it all
Cry until you can fight
and you’ll be in a car. you’ll be in a car and the person sitting next to you will be so far
away in their eyes, and you’ll ache. ache in a language so old it turns to dust in your throat, and
you’ll want to touch them. the glitter gets stuck under your fingernails. i don’t want to tell you it’s
not worth it because maybe to you it is. maybe shedding them for the next seven years is worth
it. don’t forget this poem is in first person. you are the first person that’s ever looked at them
like this. you look at them, and them at me, and i look straight ahead because i’m driving.
rough - leather studded, sandpaper skin, iron scarred - they start to look less like a ghost
and more like the person i left behind. slowly, gently, inevitably, i start to turn away from myself.
exhaust the exhausted, damn the damned, tire the tiresome, tonight i live with me. i wake, i
wake, i wake; the sun doesn’t rise for me, it rises, it rises anyways; the day starts, i am tired, it
aches in my bones, i do not rest. drive to dirt roads, my car is low, she is too expensive to be
here though i did not pay much for her; they question, questioning things my hand will not soon
forget. i am a question: will i think things through;
I am l'artiste it is me, oui oui. I do all sorts, traditional and digital, though my focus has shifted to mainly digital recently. I want to get into doing comic art, building stories, and making them come to life. I always appreciate comment and criticism, it helps me learn and grow as an artist. Hang around the place for a bit, even if you're not partial to my fandoms I always love prompts, or a conversation partner ;)
I actually do have some decent writing on Ao3 I promise, though my tags are always very misleading.
Hello, I got tagged by an absolute unit.
Which is how you use that phrase incalyscent (https://www.deviantart.com/incalyscent) just sos you know. I am not?? Tagging anyone bc I've pretty much run away any friend I ever had by not being around for a million years. That being said, anyone who would like to can feel free to tag me about it like I totally did tag them and have a very fun memeing.
This is for you babe, so you can know things about me you already know.
1. Did you wake up cranky?
Heck yeah I have to wake up way early for the summer classes I'm taking. I am also way done with those summer classes.
2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
NO, they are
I finally finally finally managed to get everything to cooperate enough to finish my thing. My arm might fall off and I have nothing to show you. ahahahaha
I'll post a picture of a cat soon or something. We all like cats right?
I BOUGHT A NEW PAIR OF SHOES?? IM TAKING WRITING THIS SEMESTER AND ITS COOL BUT ALSO SIGNIFICANTLY HARDER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE???? I HAD A CONSULTATION FOR TOP SURGERY AND AM GOING TO BE DOING THAT SOON???? I MIGHT BE TRAVELING TO QUEBEC THIS SUMMER??????