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Buttercup PrincessButtercup princess, toes petaled with red,Buttercup Princess
Can you dance for the
demon boy, child?
Plip, plop, Plip, plop,
Pink stained with red, on the tips of the shoes, she twirls,
and dips, and dives,
for him.
Buttercup princess, you nimble-toed fool,
Don't fall for the
demon boy wild.
by ~castigo-corpus-meum
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Writer's Block: A BattleTwo opponents on a battlefield. On one side, the tired author, a sharpened quill in his hand and deadly computer keys in the other. On the other side, the blank piece of paper stands tall, rejoicing in its power over the meek author.Writer's Block: A Battle
En garde!
The quill flashes in the sun (bright, shiny, deadly) and the writer advances!
Fwish, fwish, shing!
The paper rolls around and springs back up, mocking the poor man with his shiny blankness.
Fight, you heathen!
The writer roars and slashes out
Contac
by =Prosaic-Scriptor
UnrequitedMovies were our favorite, new moving pictures, and a dark room for you to casually slide an arm around me (oh so slyly, you wicked dog)Unrequited
Your warmth at my side,
I'd forget the people on the
screen, and instead, snuggle closer to you and think of other
warm, dark places
Later in the year, the movie industry hit a snag, and the only films out were loud ones, the type you couldn't snuggle to while watching
Maybe that was when your hesitant hands became lethargic, and your fumbling kisses turne
by =Prosaic-Scriptor
loyalty and miserywhispering fingers that touch your heavy heartloyalty and misery
butterfly wings strapped to her with razor-blade bindings cut deep into her back
and yet
she reaches out to you with her open-minded soul
(while her body bleeds, she'll clutch you tighter)
a friend in need is her friend, indeed: it's so much easier to heal the hurts of others than to try and face the wounds inside
she will be there till the end whether you're there or far away; the one person who never gives up on you &
by =Prosaic-Scriptor
MemorandumRinging peals of laughter echo through the empty park, reminding me of you with haunting clarity.Memorandum
Shuffling steps --of winter's sluggish walk-- slow my thoughts, and cauterize the wounds you left to fester and boil their way to my heart.
Snow falls on my parade, melting in my hair and stinging on my lips, a venomous reminder of your soft, luscious mouth.
When the willows breathe in the cold wind, I feel your hair, sweeping across my chapped cheeks, whispering a song only I can hear.
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