studentofdust

Gossamer threads thin but tight like vines, veins running quick and smooth from moment to moment down my arms into my fingers-tips ice floating haphazardly, the tip of me glowing around the edge just burning paper. The man at the door said your name and my hip began to ache. Pulsing strobe light pain beating like an ocean wave, the shore greeting it with meek pleas 'Please, don't stay' And repeat. The satellites flash technicolour in the sun haiku's fill me up I remember there was blood, and your eyes were so dark. So very, very dark. The man at the door calls out and the night sky hugs his words tight. Bright in comp

Chapter 2 August 29th Katherine reached behind her and grabbed the first thing that came by. With all her strength she threw a pillow at Death. The fluffy, soft projectile bounced off with a small squeak noise as Death looked at her in silence. It then released a deafening scream and slowly started to crumble into ashes. Katherine screamed back as she watched Death fall apart into a pile of ash onto her floor. And then it was over; Katherine sat panting on her bed, looking at the ashes that laid on the floor. There was an unsettling silence as Katherine tried to calm herself while her mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. She finally m

Originality is dead.  We all know this.  Everything has been done before at this point.  It is just the place where we are at in humanity.  One person creates a piece of art, or writing, or music, or poetry (any creative arena, really) and while most people think "wow that's so original!" invariably somebody, somewhere is going "hey, that was MY idea!" or "Hey, I've heard that riff before in this song over here." or "Hey!  That artist already did something like that over there!" when this person (to their knowledge) copied nothing, drew from nothing of than their own minds.  I know y

And I asked her, "Do you remember why I counted tiles- sat in silence for hours, wishing on the black holes in my pockets?" Stuttering against quiet delusions, She bit a vintage tongue. "Because, I tried to bury myself alive that night, just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters between the cracks of my glass skin." Licking dry lips, She asked to taste them.

Prince, prince my fairy tale prince I'm ready to be swept off my feet To ride off on your white horse and make a big scene What are you doing Standing so love stricken This Cinderella needs her story to begin the story of me and you This meant-to-be story this match made in heaven this exchange of perfect hearts this dream to come true Prince, prince my perfect prince Where is our ride-off sunset The happily ever after? The doves and I do's? Now there are no more fairy tales no more fairy god mothers no more wishing stars and magic wands Pumpkin carriages and royal balls Just cheap little hearts and flowers that wither c

I feel like when I talk, they don't believe me They say I'm a liar and they don't trust me I'll always have the feeling of being alone I see the tears of the truth and the scars of lies They say I deserved it and nothing else I'll always see the truth of the shadow But I have the taste of the innocent blood I feel the betrayal of friendship and love They say "I don't deserve living on this world…" I'll find a way from this suffer I taste victory once, but the bitter of failure They say they want to poison me and let me die I'll make sure it won't happened I hear the suffer and misery of other They say they wanted to help an

Sunshine smiles, And sunshine tears, Cast a rainbow, O'er my fears. The simple love, Which you emit, Makes me cry, While here I sit. I didn't want you, To feel bad. I just had to tell, Why I was sad. Now your sunshine smiles, And your sunshine tears, Can cast a rainbow, O'er all my fears.