her watercolor tears ignite your paper lies: Archive

her watercolor tears ignite your paper lies

January 2012

6 posts

ninja-ks replied to your post: Do you have any books that you would like to recommend? Omg I love Lolita! And the stranger and the picture of Dorian gray!(: I’m glad. I love those books too. :)

Anonymous asked: Do you have any books that you would like to recommend?

Anonymous asked: you are beautiful.

Inspire me. :) →

Anonymous asked: please come back.

October 2011

2 posts

Sometimes there are hours in a day where effervescence becomes ephemeral. It exchanges felicity with bittersweet melodies that overshadow the mind. Something inside the cage thuds and screams, wanting to evade the demons from within. It bangs the white walls and tries to climb the perpetual ladder, yearning to get out but only wasting its strength instead. It claims that only a selfish soul would...

I need an antidote.

July 2011

1 post

her reveries climb the tangible thoughts of...

Gradient gravity grasps glass gates, generating gaunt ghosts. Snowflakes embrace my bones in the afternoon, as a magnolia ladder protrudes forward behind my back. Reveries climb the tangible thoughts of hipbones and tiptoe through the doors of reality, imprinting my narrow hips at twelve o’clock. Gravity oscillates between its desire to become free and its burden to remain. Winter ghosts...

June 2011

2 posts

her soul lives in two dimensions

What do you do when nothing is ever right or left? Do you watch embers fall or dwell in desolation? Or do you inhabit insanity without the answer to the question? There’s never enough answers or ways to feel alive. I live in two dimensions: one where nothing sleeps and one where nothing exists. There is no difference between reality and dream; they are both safe havens for trepidation. But...

her soul rises from the ashes of your words

I want to be somewhere where I’ll feel alive—a place where the sun kisses the skin and taints the night. You were once a lovely dream that pulled me away from reality, always guiding me away from what is right. But now I’ve awoken from the ashes of your words and ignited the reverie you’ve once inhabited. Infatuation’s incantation no longer sings the songs...

April 2011

20 posts

her heart wants to scream and find clarity

What’s that feeling where a heart wants to scream but even cries won’t set it free? I can’t be in a city where everyone knows my name, even if they don’t know who I am. We all share the name of Incognito, the shadow that lingers alone in the dark, but aren’t we all waiting to be found? The strings attached to me seem to pull me further apart from veracity. How am I...

I hope you won't mind hearing a few thoughts from...

Anonymous asked: come baaaaackkk pretty girl

ikari replied to your post: i admire your vocabulary, and understand it’s your style, but have you ever tried writing in a much simpler way? it’s always been my personal opinion that big words may show intelligence, but not creativity. you don’t need big words to express emotion or make others feel emotion. William Faulkner once said about Hemingway, “He has never been known to use a word...

@alittlepsithurism

alittlepsithurism replied to your post: i admire your vocabulary, and understand it’s your style, but have you ever tried writing in a much simpler way? it’s always been my personal opinion that big words may show intelligence, but not creativity. you don’t need big words to express emotion or make others feel emotion. William Faulkner once said about Hemingway, “He has never been known to ...

Anonymous asked: i admire your vocabulary, and understand it's your style, but have you ever tried writing in a much simpler way? it's always been my personal opinion that big words may show intelligence, but not creativity. you don't need big words to express emotion or make others feel emotion. William Faulkner once said about Hemingway, "He has never been known to use a word that might send...

Anonymous asked: why did you stop writing? what drove you away?

I think that I finally miss writing again.

I'll find the way to clarity by following the...

Anonymous asked: You curtsy and so politely ask, "What makes you crawl deeper into fear?", but not once have you noticed I am preying on the dust underneath your bed. I shiver and sigh, but that is not the fact of the matter - vespertine thoughts consume me when I think of answering your query. "What makes me crawl deeper into fear?"

Fear of spiders - arachnophobia. Fear of...

What makes you crawl deeper into fear? →

@ilovekashilario

ilovekashilario replied to your post: @ilovekashilario Ah yes yes. Lots of smores! :> :D

@ilovekashilario

ilovekashilario replied to your post: @poetdreamer I go there sometimes. Maybe we could go there together sometime to have tea over a bonfire or something. That would be nice. We could make smores too.

poetdreamer replied to your post: @poetdreamer back of the drawer? forgotten in the desk? under the seat of a car? Or perhaps it is lost in the forest of dreams?

poetdreamer replied to your post: come back and write, the internet needs you check behind the sofa… I am always losing things there…. coins, keys, voices… you name it. I’ve checked behind the sofa, but I’m afraid that my voice isn’t hiding there. I don’t know where it could have gone.

Anonymous asked: come back and write, the internet needs you

@ilovekashilario

ilovekashilario replied to your post: you haven’t written in forever. where are you? Blowing you sweet kisses of clarity. Just a moment, please. I’m taking my cape then I’ll fly to you. :) Thank you. I need to find clarity right now. You’re so sweet. :)

@singstudysmile

singstudysmile replied to your post: you haven’t written in forever. where are you? Please come back…We miss you ♥ If only I can find my way out of here. :P

Anonymous asked: you haven't written in forever. where are you?

February 2011

12 posts

Anonymous asked: healing process slow and steady

i go through the pain

the torment
its michael, post this if you want i just wanted to get it out
and the teasing

will i ever recover

from this ailment of mine

it eats at my skin

makes my flesh crawl

makes sores

ugly and large

Anonymous asked: the first thing i notice in your writing is your sadness. it's beautiful, you're beautiful, but don't let life get you down. the seemingly unimportant things in life like school is what'll get you to do what you do so well already (write, help people) as a professional. stay strong. i love everything you say.

Anonymous asked: once upon a time there was a girl who skipped rocks on the pond and dreamed happy endings into sad books, but sometimes life is more than happy endings and she found that out the hard way after that boy used her in ways she knew weren't legal or right or deserved. so the world became dark to her, painful and cruel and utterly without benefit, but time moved forward and so did she, and now,...

January 2011

58 posts

Anonymous asked: Your vocabulary is beyond phenomenal. How do you build it up?