

Sleeveless Yellow PrideWhen I was a girl I would watch the dandelionsSleeveless Yellow Pride
sway in the breeze. It was against the light of
the sun, that they reflected their colour. So bright
and yellow, yellow like the dress I wore on my
sixth birthday. and like the dandelions, I would
sway in the wind. Turn in circles, faster and faster,
until I stumbled to the blue green-grass beneath my
bare feet. So soft the blades felt against my ivory
skin. The smell of sweet spring. Now when I look
back I can remember everything about the sun,
the dandelions, the blue green grass beneath my
feet, and that yellow dress.


MirrorsButtons pressed, control functions, it is SOOOO you, and as a bonus it also comes in red.Mirrors
The mantra sings on in a drone that only the deaf can undress into any form of naked communication, not coated in fancy designer gibberish. "Buttons pressed, my minds set, I cannot change what I don't regret", over and over, a woodpecker on my blasted noggin, a proverbial tap dancer on the tops of my patience. Passive, that’s me, Kobe dances romantically, like swirls and patterns of chaos and tai-dye and colours of silk, lucid memories and paranoid delusions. I was always amused by the way within order there was chaos and within chaos


Don't TellShh...Don't Tell
Don't tell, theres nothing here, its not important. Nothing's hurting you, it doesn't even exist.
Don't look,
there's nothing to see, nothing so significant. Its only a little kid, the kid's harmless
Don't listen, its all lies, nothing said is real. What I say is real, there is no truth other than mine
Don't touch, its there, no need to feel its existence. If it is there, it is, touching won't change it.
Don't feel, its all in your mind, there's really no pain. &nb


Alone With The Whore UnknownIn the throes of an unholy war, Gripped and chained like a virgin on an altar. In a tenebrous fantasy I strain to realise, I am alone.Alone With The Whore Unknown
Flesh melts off the hand that rocks the cradle, Scythed like demons spawned. My confession box, forgiveness will not come, Until I embrace the god so long I've hated.
A tainted lover, grasping a blessed crucifix, Masturbating to the putrid stench of blood-soaked erotica. Cumming like demons thriving in chaos, She is my own whore.
She is my whore, yet I am alone. I kiss the throne of a vengeful god. Forgiven


To Cole, My LoveTo Cole, My Love…Life Means Nothing Without YouTo Cole, My Love
Life means nothing without you. You were the flow that kept the ocean moving, The languid tides brushing the sand from a tearful shore. And now your hand is gone.
The moon’s pull does not resist me any longer And I let go.
There is nothing else for me here. My lips whisper my own name and find No blood, no meaning there Only the shallow rasping of tongue over lips, Like dried leaves crackling their own demise In a fire.
Every morning I wake up, the same existence binding me hand and foot &nb
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Death false comunity like dA
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
They'll need dental records to identify you...
Swab the decks you sea dogs!
Just so you know, I used your stock....Y'can see the work here.
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Keep up the great work.
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We must live until we die.
~Deviant-Underground
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I am council member Naali Udra for the club [link]
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And out of the darkness will arise the true nature of the beast, hidden for far to long in the deepest depths of his personal hell, HIS SOUL
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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"It is not how many times you fall,
but how many times you get up."- Someone important
"But if you fall down again, you're stupid."- Me
"Or really, really, drunk."- someone else
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