On the thirteenth evening I washed the fire from your feet.

The changelings, the street children, are the survivors.

in another universe, we'd love like puppets do.

he talks to you of the savior, with his hands / winging through the air like twin doves. :: a repost. r&r please, thx.

is it lonely on that side of the universe?

when things get fucked up.

because i know what happens if i wait around, thinking you'll stay.

yeah, you want people to think that you just don't care.

i'm a pale, pale witch.

He's a star swallower with my name on his lips...

they figured you for a witch, i suppose

nobody beats fate.

there are worse things than growing up.

will he ever come back?

Please see author's note at the bottom after reading.

you pretty, pretty fool.

There are lots of things about you that will stick with me.

i'll do this my way.

wednesday night before the rain.

and we were such a dangerous pair. a natural wonder.

she's young.

once, she kissed the serpent.

for the keeping of memories that cannot be placed.

the theme is love. series in no particular order.

you hold so much promise.

and you hold on to me for security as we sit and contemplate life.

my own fault.

that boy.

i think i have fallen for the sparkles on your eyelids.

she would never write him love lettters.

so maybe ill keep things like they are: distant

no one else does either.

a whore for anything, i'll break you.

can't even take a kiss

beastly as the sahara [disney never told this story]

[necrophilia] you taste like holly on Christmas [failed haiku]

where is it that i can find you?

she pretends she doesnt notice when he lies on his back and doesn't look at her

you say its impossible and i say why? if we're all looking, then it has to be out there.

the word trust doesn't have much meaning with us.

[oldresubmittedshorter writing] everything from angst to horror to haikus to snapshots of beautiful imagery. proof that i write about more than myself.

She aggravates me. He's cocky. She cares more than anybody. He knows me too well. [OneShot]

you'd never recognize her as the little doll you left behind

she puts delicate fairy wings in her armoire

and mommy's beating it out of him

I found infinity within your bones.

i like this kid.

I told you love. I told you.

i want to be with you forever, darling.

i have your heart tattooed inches below my skin

They walk among us.

you're everywhere i look, in everything i see. it's hardly surprising you're pretty much impossible to forget.

one day these wings will work, and i'll show them

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

i can’t make this easy for you [i'm sorry]

forget romeo & juliet, let's be bonnie & clyde.

Don’t cry little Alice, you said, or you’ll drown us all. Please review! Formerly CrimsonPetals.

we swore we'd leave this silly little city and forget the songs we used to love.

that the gentleman's a tragedy & the lady is a tramp.

ugh, i guess this isn't anything special. the language is very unoriginal i think but some part of me wants to keep it all.

but that's the beauty in dating a boy that could break you into bits. It's tempting, in a sick sort of way.

i want to kiss your hips until they bleed.

[figurative] sometimes you don't hate the people who wreck you

does that half pause mean you miss me too?

and everyone holds their breath for him.

and she never realized it until he flew away.

[beguiling BITTER beast] you made her believe(cry).

your hearts, they beat not liquid burning passion, but signify a being gone up in flames.

emphasis on the was. (just reminiscing childhood memories) (:

hold out your hand and i'll give you a kiss

i hate it when she smiles

hasn't anyone taught you that you can't fool anybody with that line of yours?

because she’s just (naïve) like that.

you kill me when you say you love me

they're loving the dusty circles around your heart (it's called the tyndall effect)

... because you know you’re not as pretty as the faultless mannequin lovelies ... - R&R pleaseandthankyou.

he likes the sea, he's like the sea.

You're my b.l.o.o.d.y butterfly, with your wings ripped off and /torn/ .

she was an abstract kind of girl, with her ripped up jeans and torn down hopes

you think it looks gorgeous to wear your heart on your sleeve

You-are-my forest.fire

you -catch- me when i'm f/a/l/l/i/n/g, then .s.t.r.i.n.g. me on and :never: let me g o.

we're all falling down

(she's a taped together masterpiece, and she knows she's not worth as much as the real thing.)

Once upon a time: he fell from Heaven & grabbed a star on the way d o w n

he breaks promises everyday &carries heaven on his shoulders

he'd be transparent, but not in the bad way.

you're the only boy i've wanted to marry...

we're becoming classics

destroy your vision, smile smile smile

He was afraid to be broken, so he decided to break me.

let's call this romance in the shape of a carcrash.

He knows just what to say.

Imaginary friends don't have to be kind. It's not part of the job description. About a twisted friend... oddly some what personal.

we're all made of star(dust).

we were always irregular.

I said, What good are wings that don't work..

& we'll get our happy ending.

Schizophrenic Hearts beat as one, remember that :: youwerealwaysmybetterhalf

are you scared yet?

"there is no such thing" can mean a lot to a 5 year old child...

throw me your (bleeding) heart

best friends forever.

and blow out the fire.

his breath - a fucking spider ; his words - a web

promise rings.

for the boy who disappeared. sometimes i think i can still hear his voice echoing in the wind.

I l o v e y o u whispers the phantom - can.you.believe.he.is.looking.at.me?

boys don't go around writing the word "love" across their chest

(NOT VERY GOOD, i have writers block.)

He is my mad man; waiting out back with the engine running.

hey you, kid: this is how life truly is

it's illegal to fuck with the dead, you know

feelings connected to a picture that holds a lot of memories.

he admires the halo around her neck. [necrophilia]

and the spider says to the (butter)fly: " tata, darling. "

[she just wants to f or g e t ]

We’ll meet, one more time.

sing, gorgeous bird, for me. [repost]

not trying to move, it's just your ghost passing through. . .

dedicated to all the boys on the corner who aren't allowed to open their eyes

If you have a soulbond, you'll understand