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Absent AccomplishmentsI look down at my palms.Absent Accomplishments
They are full of something, and it looks like water. It's trickling all over my fingers, and onto the back of my hand, and down my wrists. The spot of dried blood is being washed away.
I am slowly losing my logical eyes, and all i can see is the colors, all i can see is the shapes, but they're different now, like i'm inside of a dream. Ghost fingers run down my face, and push through my pressure points, like there's nothing there. Like they are searching for me. Like they can't find me.
Something is pushing through my blindness. One last reason to stay. It's pulsating behind my e
by ~AhnGeyLeeKa
Stardust and SpiderbitesSometimes I will feel a spider crawling on my arm or some kind of bug but I don't look to see what it is or squish it because I like to pretend that you are there and ghost-kissing my skin, but once I waited too long and a spider bit me.Stardust and Spiderbites
I didn't scratch it, because I was busy lifting off scabs where the blood had just barely dried. Just like we did; Did you ever stop bleeding? My tears won't clot and applying pressure never helped.
Sometimes I will stare at a star and become compl
by ~AhnGeyLeeKa
HopingI have holes in my vision and when I think of you the rainbow glass that was not blown in venice but was still used for my eyes cracks a little and the liquid soul inside streams out and down my cheeks.Hoping
Did you know that I sometimes pretend that I have a different life than the one I really have? And the one I told you about, with the simple house and happy family was a pattern of lies that I sewed like a scarf and wove through my fingers and held onto like a prayer? But my prayers are never answered.
So
by ~AhnGeyLeeKa
Four Year Old Dandelion KillerI sit on yellow grass that has been smushed flat with footsteps of ghosts and cats and ladybugs, and I pull dandelions with my bare hand, and little black bugs gets crushed onto my palm, and my heartline is dirty and my headline is sticky from their yellow blood. Dandelions used to be my favorite flower, until Mother said that they aren't flowers anymore, they are weeds now, so we have to pull them. Break their bodies in half at the stem and throw them in a dirty plastic trash can full of spider webs and dead ants with the rest of the rotting dandelion carcasses, which I also killed, and feel guilty about. If I can, I am supposed to pull outFour Year Old Dandelion Killer
by ~AhnGeyLeeKa
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I'm Angelica and I don't really know what to write because if I write something to vague, no one will care or get it and I'll sound boring, but if I write some random blunt details about myself I'll sound like I'm overly confident and I think I'm much cooler and modern-er than I am... so I guess I will just not tell you and if you're very nice you will go into my gallery and decode my cryptic little metaphors and symbolism and find out about me that way. Pfft, okay I admit it, it's a trap so you'll look at my works.  |
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- Interests: music, painting, writing, hmm... anything occult
- Favourite band or musician: The Killers
- Favourite genre of music: "its indie rock and roll for mee-eee-eee...."
- Favourite photographer: gwarf
- Favourite style of art: Anything that has details that signify something else ;)
- Shell of choice: Snail
- Wallpaper of choice: Dark purple :)
- Skin of choice: CLEAR! stupid acne...
- Tools of the Trade: Fingers help a lot, but i used my feet once... erm, and a pencil
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you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
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Your gallery is amazing - you have incredible talent.
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a running child's bloody with
burning knees ;
a careless child's money
flew in the trees ;
a camping child's happy with
winter's freeze ;
a lucky child don't know how lucky
she is.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
'If You be my star.
I'll be Your sky.
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