the lights are low and
jocular,
wincing and spiralling
above your high school
prom
photo.
one that glistens
meekly,
grinning from its
perch.
you weren't his
first
love, you know.
my knees are tucked under
my chin,
and the bags underneath my
eyes are
magenta,
and the street lights outside
are whistling and
howling,
gasping and aching
for the words
you occasionally
say,
i love you.
your accent is protruding vines
that grasp
my wrists,
twisting and curving,
latching and sinking
their
white thorns into my
skin.
please hold me
i'm under the bed spread i bought
two years ago,
(you used to be so
confident.)
naked and
pretending that
she was my tabby cat by Unseen-reality, literature
Literature
she was my tabby cat
lurking recollections
of tossled moonbeams
were the patterns that radiated
from
her crescent skin.
she arched her back,
(like a yawning cat on a milky
sunday morning)
and felt the rhythmic
croon
of her
spine as it
sighed
(exhausted).
heroin has this alice in wonderland effect by Unseen-reality, literature
Literature
heroin has this alice in wonderland effect
she has her lip pierced with a little silver hoop that shivers lopsided, and she has smudged eyeliner around her jane doe eyes.
her backpack is the pattern of speckled cosmos, and inside is her first package of heroin (white and persisting its innocence), and she remembered the first time he told her that, she could be her own drug, she didn't need anybody but herself. she was immortal.
he had thick black eyelashes and his shoulders carried too much already, she didn't know that he himself spent his sleepless nights counting the glowing green stickers on his bedroom wall, one, two, three, four…
they thought they loved each other, a
she is eight years old again by Unseen-reality, literature
Literature
she is eight years old again
an unusual couple, they had a thin-rimmed apartment, one that had beige carpets with marble laced floors and a small buddha figurine that was seated on the balcony showered in the morning's monotone colors.
he was an abstract artist, always tense and adventurous, he came and went as he pleased, (he had a canny resemblance to the splotches of watercolor he squirted on his canvas) and was home at five with a homemade kiss on the cheek, lightly placed but never a notch too aggressive.
they heard the moon for the first time that night, grumbling and tossing and turning in its shady and fertile bed, pregnant with stagnant meteors and silver sunb
the snowdens of yesteryear by coup-de-coeur, literature
Literature
the snowdens of yesteryear
xii. insanity
have you ever taken
a walk in the midst of
a crowd and looked over
your shoulder
more than you did towards
your future?
paranoia is not a pretty
thing, and it's a shame
that the colour suits
so many people.
so i twitch and try
to stand up and close
my fists but that just
makes my palms bleed,
and i have no more space
for crescent scars
anyway.
if i shy away like a wild
horse, it's just because
no one has tamed my mind
yet, not even i
myself.
i don't know if any of you will read this anymore, but i guess it'd be nice just to put these things somewhere i will never lose them.
i broke up with james two days ago. it was sort of mutual, but he wanted a 'break,' but i am not going to be treated like that. like somebody he can put in the corner and come back to when it's convenient. i was sad, and it was the hardest thing i've ever had to do, but i am happy. a part of me was screaming out for help, and this was the only thing that could help me. it was the right decision. i do not deserve to be lied to and manipulated. i am loving and kind and forgiving, and yes i am full on, but i have
Writing mental illness (a short guide) by camelopardalisinblue, literature
Literature
Writing mental illness (a short guide)
When incorporating mental illness into a piece of literature, the most important tool you need to use is research. This is true whether you want the mental illness to play a large part OR a small one, and it is true whether you know someone with mental illness or not. In fact, it's even true if you have the illness yourself, because no two people are the same, and your character may display different facets to you due to contributing factors like experience and personality.
That said, research is not the first thing you should do, because before you get stuck into that research, you need to look at WHY you want to include mental illness in y
'I am missing bones' + can I get an editor? by insomniaplague, journal
'I am missing bones' + can I get an editor?
roadkill is a love story
to you
passing a glance between the spines
[you have touched far too many
to break them now]
for you have made me an adam
a hundred times
& all your scapels know my name
'you are not a dead bird
a skull & an animal'
[I know how you feel
a frightened tibia
hollow
& somehow making it to the surface
i was cut open
too]
'every bone has a meaning'
[your lips have taken every one
& my ribs have left my heart alone]
but
i am not on the back of any
of your pictures
[like it does any good]
because forgetting you
was forgetting someone I never even met--
--
I just wanted a new journal. So anot
Undiscovered Gems (16) by betwixtthepages, journal
Undiscovered Gems (16)
Yes, I've gone and done it again! As if I'm not busy enough with A Call to Conversation anddA Roadtrip articles, I'm bringing you ANOTHER one! With the launch of the "Undiscovered" browsing option, there are a TON of awesome artworks I've been finding and admiring, and I just have to share them with you guys.
I WILL be taking suggestions for this series, as well, so if you discover something while browsing the bowels of dA that you think needs to be shared, please send me ( =TwilightPoetess ) a note titled Undiscovered Gems.
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Undiscovered Gems (16)
today's theme: humans and nature
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I hope you found something here to fall in lo