An Accidental ConfessionAs soon as he had said it, let it, loose Into the sunning air, he did not regret itAn Accidental Confession
In the slightest. He let it langour with them in the heat
And she, with faeries brisking down her stone-white
Fingers let it langour there as well. It grew Heavy and glowing with sweet crushed grass and tree-slanted light
Until he could no more bite his tongue, and with Fingers afraid of being scorched he took the glowing Word and offered it, again, into her keeping. She smiled Like the breaking of a wave and said "I knew already"
While at her ear one of her fearies twittered.
LettersShe has been writing letters In a doorway In the shadow of a mountain Her hands are inkdot blue.Letters
Sunlight pooled in the doorway, gushing In heady upsweeps of soft grass Crushing green and sour beneath The rubber soles of tennis shoes And dew settled In the shadow of a mountain Where she has been writing letters.
Blue fingers spill blue words Like traintracks onto white paper
Only half devoid of meaning She writes stories For no audience at all
Stanzas to no one.
The BonesWould you just Bury your dead. Inearth your sweetly stinking bones On thier tired plastic chains. Round up your skeletons for me And march them rattling back Bellow the frost crushed grass Touched not by the last orange strains of day. Let one morning fog roll in With only gray. I've got fresh white stones And crystalThe Bones
You could see If you would just bury your dead.
Running Water Nobody takes a handful of Valium and falls asleep in the bathtub with all their clothes on by simple accident.Running Water
Sometimes his smile is just a little too big for his face. And to the unknowing eye it was a near imperceptible line between his usual genuine beaming, and this, lips stretched just beyond their natural curve and teeth locked together like stitches. Or cement. And there was a twitch, in the muscle by his right eye that may or may not have had anything to do with anger. This was the smile Neji had seen shot down from the top of a sun drenched hill. The gold light catching in his teammate’s hair and turning the
I never use this thing
Pleased
Apparently too late though?
Curses!?
Meh, fanstuff, and less srs bsns stuff will probably still go here. I mean, it's impossible to write better without someone to tell you what you're doing wrong, right?
Yeah, I feel ya on the privacy/not-wasting-your-work-on-the-internet thing though. (Although I hear now is a very exciting time for original web fiction...) Me, I'm always a little paranoid about posting anything with original characters up here, just in case somebody gets a little too "inspired." We oughta petition DA for a friendslock option...
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Dead Squirrel Comics...You know you wanna click that. You know you wanna click that, click that.
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Artsite, Webcomic, stuff: [link]
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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
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I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun!
Haha, I R Teh King.
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The only thing that is certain is "MAYBE"
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