air thick with doubt,
lungs sticky with presperation and smaoke.
blood poisoning setting in
the narcotics kicking off
her lazy head
drooping
dragging
the wall-tarnished brick-
the floor- cracked. broken-
scarring up her lipsticked mask
her mascara smile twisting. twisting.
where is your heart? (broken)
where does your mind go once you've lost it?
Yup... @_o
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Friday, May 20, 2011
5.20.11.
You struck me so hard.(5) There's a leak in my heart that I just can't stop and blood pours out in a fountain of love.(20) Mend the hole with kisses and maybe I'll forgive you, baby.(11)
The Jeffersons
There was once a family by the name of Jefferson. They lived at the corner of 4th and Vine in a 3&1/2 story house painted a rather off-putting shade of mauve. The neighbors hated mauve and were convinced that Mr. Jefferson was partial to the color for that reason. he was just a spiteful man like that. A pipesmoking, tweed wearing, walking ego. One may say that his head was so big that he had to get his hats special ordered from a shop in India that specialized in elephant attire. As a result, he had a rather eclectic headdress collection.
Mrs. Jefferson died in a house fire back in '83, reportedly started by a malfunctioning electrical socket. Though the family of poor Matilda Jefferson knew in their hearts that it was a lie, for the Mrs. had an unparelelled passion for matches.
Mrs. Jefferson died in a house fire back in '83, reportedly started by a malfunctioning electrical socket. Though the family of poor Matilda Jefferson knew in their hearts that it was a lie, for the Mrs. had an unparelelled passion for matches.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Bat Romance: a Batman Fan Fiction (preview)
BATMAN- GOTHAM CENTRAL- ROOFTOP:
I feel my soul die, watching- horrified- as the jagged blade plunges deep into Joker's chest. Suddenly my little Joke isn't so funny anymore, his oh-so-familiar grin twisting to a grimace giving way to shock. And his eyes... goddammit...
His eyes cry out for me:
B- BATman...
His complete vulnerability in this moment tears my heart in two.
I didn't mean those words, Joker. Dammit! What if the last thing he ever hears from me is that I don't need him? That I don't want him? That I don't want him? They were LIES.
He. Completes. ME.
Please, God, let me go back and replace those lies with the words: I love you. I love you because you bring out the best in me. You bring out what I love about myself. you give me the strength to carry on day after day. You are my EVERYTHING.
...
I feel my soul die, watching- horrified- as the jagged blade plunges deep into Joker's chest. Suddenly my little Joke isn't so funny anymore, his oh-so-familiar grin twisting to a grimace giving way to shock. And his eyes... goddammit...
His eyes cry out for me:
B- BATman...
His complete vulnerability in this moment tears my heart in two.
I didn't mean those words, Joker. Dammit! What if the last thing he ever hears from me is that I don't need him? That I don't want him? That I don't want him? They were LIES.
He. Completes. ME.
Please, God, let me go back and replace those lies with the words: I love you. I love you because you bring out the best in me. You bring out what I love about myself. you give me the strength to carry on day after day. You are my EVERYTHING.
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