She was scared.
Not of monsters, murderers, or those super-bugs that she had heard of on the evening news. She was not frightened by the prospect of disease, rape, or suicide.
No.
She was terrified of loss. Of leaving everything she had ever had behind, and starting new. More than that; she was scared of losing her. When even the thought crossed her mind, her hands would clam up and her toes would grow cold. The hair on the back of her neck would stand on end; even her face would scrunch up into a two-year-olds scowl. Whenever the time came when it seemed nearly inevitable, her stomach would lurch to her knees, and tears the size
She was cheap like August; subtly miserable, and a decadent cheater. What was there to go on but her self-righteous wars against herself in the super markets (God forbid she ate anything chicken; she would collapse like the showy towers of tinned lentils) and decaying nail polish that spread across her toes like a crimson disease. She was pretentious like her mother, and an addict like her father. Not to drugs, booze, or sex; she was as virginal as the white walls that surrounded her. The clenching, gnawing pain of guilt, anxiety, and raw passion were the addictions that truly gripped her fancy.
Pressed between the confines of ink and paper
Wilted, withered; willingly sacrificed
Plucked from the rich soil, only to find her end
Her scarlet petals have bled their colors
Leaving only a faint tinge of what used to be
Held onto for decoration; for a reminder
Her dried out flesh---- superficially beautiful
A keepsake she has become, never to see the light of day
Nor have the dew drops kiss her cheeks
She stays forever, now, in her literary prison
Stuck between the pages until she is remembered
Brought out like an heirloom, and gazed upon by her captor
Rainbows and Paper Boxes by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
Rainbows and Paper Boxes
They rise from paper boxes
Smoldering pastels and finger paints
Aflame with the essence of fabricated romance
Silken rainbows flowing through a gold-plated sky
Insane and conniving are the clouds that chase
The sun-
A distant purple blotch on the senile heavens
Catching our dreams in plastic bags
Crumpled into rainbow-flavored dust
Forever expanding
Our thoughts in the wind
Our love-
Dead
The dressing room was cramped, hardly enough room for the star, let alone the entire band.
Lizzy laid on a worn sofa, pushed away haphazardly between the doorway and the make-up table. Her hand was placed delicately on her stomach, her head lolled over to the side. She watched Marilyn's fingers dip skillfully into the palette, then trace over his eyes and cheeks. He noticed her staring reflection in the mirror and winked, catching her eyes with his, and he gave her a lopsided smile before turning back to his makeup bag.
She smiled, content with gazing at his pale backhe seldom wore shirts during live performances. Trying not to be too
She was the spitting image of her mother; splintering, pallid eyes standing alone atop a veneer of copper skin, pitch-colored hair pouring over sculpted shoulders. Even the way she ambled about, as if in a daze, matched her mothers dreamlike state.
Yet the creases of her mothers complexion were not affecting her daughter, nor would they ever. Instead of slowly breaking down, her daughter would instead stay constant. She would grow nary a day older, and remain untouched by the hands of time.
Immortal; everlastingly beautiful.
It was overly sunny, the hot weather was found pleasant by everyone accept for one certain individual. She didn't dislike sunlight, which seemed to be a common misconceptionit was just that she didn't like the heat. She found it irksome and tired easily of its murky presence.
How she wished for a breeze as she strolled down Yates street. Not even Victoria's usually blustery downtown was willing to relent for her today. She approached the minuscule building, the shredded yellow paint becoming clearer to her with each step. She sighed at the prospect of working. At least Lyle's, the local record store, was familiar to her, a
Untitled Collaboration by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
Untitled Collaboration
The sun peaked above the cold, distant mountains as morning came. Birds chirped, trees swayed, and the wind blew calmly.
She sat, her face burrowed into her frail legs, the fear of him exasperating; this was the only time he could hear her. Light grasped tightly around her ankles, attaching itself to her thoughts.
Hi ..."
The greeting came out paused and reserved, the mere effort of speaking causing her to shiver. The only answer was the wind blowing amidst the trees. She raised her slight head, her pale strawberry hair pooling around her shoulders.
"Aren't you glad to see me?"
Still, her
If I Was Your Vampire - Cover by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
If I Was Your Vampire - Cover
"If I Was Your Vampire"
"6 a.m. Christmas morning.
No shadows,
No reflections here."
I laid next to him, staring into his deep eyes. They tore me apart, the lonesomeness conveyed in their blue-black surface. The curtains were drawn, the pale streaking light of the moon the only illumination in the room. I felt the soft feeling of black velvet underneath my bare back as he laid a hand on my stomach, his rough skin making mine tingle. The mirror on the wall was cracked and broken, covered in a thick film of dust. A paradox in itself, a reflective surface rendered unable to show someone their true being. I
Wonderland Parody - Collabo by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
Wonderland Parody - Collabo
I hear the rain, Grandma!
Saei sat perched on the windowsill, carefully tracing the edges of rain droplets on the glass.
These rainy days arent quite so rare anymore, dear.
Grandma laughed heartily, smiling at her granddaughter. Saei had come up not long ago, eager to stay with her grandmother for the month.
But Grandma, we see the sun too, smiled Saei. They were staying at Grandmas seaside cottage, the cottage that her late husband had built with his own two hands. It was quaint, but Saei favored it over her cramped apartment in Copenhagen. A mere two sto
Withering Iris - Part One by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
Withering Iris - Part One
She took her coffee black, not deeming herself in her epic androgyny to deserve anything more than bare basics. She loved it when it was thick and murky, sticking to her jutting ribcage and coating her insides with it's bitterness. The grounds would soak up her moisture, until she was nothing more than a dried out hag, time taking it's toll long before necessary.
The cup would be held between her shaking little hands, it's chipping handle gripped tightly until she felt she could take another sip. It was methodically planned, the first sip quite small, as to test it, then gradually growing larger. Soon the distasteful liquid would
Withering Iris - Part Two by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
Withering Iris - Part Two
Every week she came, feeding her hunger for the ordinary. Every week she slipped further into her own dimension, leaving behind her seemingly tragic life. And every week, she grew fonder and fonder of her simple life, sitting alone in the humble coffee shop.
Though she was a regular (which she found to be quite ironic), not a soul knew where she came from, nor where she went. It was as if she were a skeletal phantom, appearing and dissipating whenever she pleased.
But there was one man who knew this ghosts secret. Who saw through her androgynous facade and dull eyes, right to the skeletons she shoved to the back of he
His breath rose through the quiet morning air, grasping at his slightly parted lips. Looking up at the tall buildings he sucked it back in, closing his eyes momentarily. He mulled over his choices, but decided it was for the best. He trudged up the concrete stairs to the coffee shop, placing a shaking hand to the metallic door. Whether or not she would be there was his biggest concern, as he felt the warmth of the shop press against his near-frozen cheeks. But sure enough she sat in her usual spot by the roaring fire, morose and godlike as ever. Stepping lithely across the wooden floor, he slid himself into the shabby leather armchair
Untitled Collaboration by NeonEpiphany, literature
Literature
Untitled Collaboration
The sun peaked above the cold, distant mountains as morning came. Birds chirped, trees swayed, and the wind blew calmly.
She sat, her face burrowed into her frail legs, the fear of him exasperating; this was the only time he could hear her. Light grasped tightly around her ankles, attaching itself to her thoughts.
Hi ..."
The greeting came out paused and reserved, the mere effort of speaking causing her to shiver. The only answer was the wind blowing amidst the trees. She raised her slight head, her pale strawberry hair pooling around her shoulders.
"Aren't you glad to see me?"
Still, her
It was overly sunny, the hot weather was found pleasant by everyone accept for one certain individual. She didn't dislike sunlight, which seemed to be a common misconceptionit was just that she didn't like the heat. She found it irksome and tired easily of its murky presence.
How she wished for a breeze as she strolled down Yates street. Not even Victoria's usually blustery downtown was willing to relent for her today. She approached the minuscule building, the shredded yellow paint becoming clearer to her with each step. She sighed at the prospect of working. At least Lyle's, the local record store, was familiar to her, a
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The Lego Gang!
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Howl's Moving Castle
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My God! To all the people who I'm watching whom I've practically ignored these past few months:
I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY.
I've just been very disinterested in everything lately. So I'll check out allllll of your guys' new shtuff. Whoopsies.
[I care, I swear! D:]
In other news ...
School's back. (er, has been for 2 weeks now. Old news.com)
Yes, um ... SORRY FOR THE LACK OF ... Everything o_o'
:heart: :glomp: