Shadow of My Lover's Lover by flourescentpixy, literature
Literature
Shadow of My Lover's Lover
Mahogany hair
Thick, dark lashes that hide
Eyes so brown they're almost black.
Angular face and lips
Drawn into a constant smirk.
Breasts and hips in the right amount
In the right places.
She seduces my lover,
Bewitches his mind and turns
His endearment of my less-than-perfect figure
To mere tolerance.
She does things for him that my
Insecurities and conservative upbringing
Simply won't allow.
But she will.
There's a package in my drawer.
Chocolate donuts. Six of them.
I hide them so I don't have to look at them.
If I kept them on my desk they'd be gone already.
I can almost taste them.
Chocolate shell melting easily between my lips,
cakey texture,
subtle acidity of preservatives.
Color, the symphony by flourescentpixy, literature
Literature
Color, the symphony
for my best friend
Maroon, the taste in my mouth,
Thick, warm chocolate.
Olive, the glass bottle on the windowsill,
A rose for your affection.
Violet, the warmth of a friend's embrace,
Encased in a cocoon of cotton.
Cyan, the sound of a thought.
Inspiration can be found anywhere.
Amber, the dull light of treasured memories.
Your eyelashes curve softly against your cheek.
Gold, the smell at Christmas
Of baking bread we can taste from the basement.
Pink, the bubble of girlish giggles,
Secrets we'll never tell.
Make a Hat Out of Me by flourescentpixy, literature
Literature
Make a Hat Out of Me
for Hailey
You're the master of the house.
That much is clear from your
central position in the room,
the way the rest of the family
bring food to you in your chair.
You care deeply
for every member of your family.
Lady who lets me sit on her lap,
Boy who wrestles with me.
Girl who's never around anymore.
And the one who brought me here
to live with you.
You care for everyone
except me.
You scream at me
when I greet you,
put me outside
when I am sick.
You hit me with your cane,
call me a bitch.
I will lie at your feet every day
staring up.
The teacher sticks his finger in his nose.
With age does not necessarily come dignity.
With wisdom does not necessarily come maturity,
Which is, of course, optional.
The option of innocence is yours
To keep or to destroy.
Where time is infinite,
So too is
The shoelaces tied into a noose
Because our time is not infinite.
Or is it?
Our memory lives on forever.
In the void of nothingness
Live the collective souls of all who have ever been.
Walking through the forest.
Through the dappled sunlight
I see.
A tall, dark stranger.
Eyes like a cloudless day.
Skin like cream.
He beckons. I draw away.
He moves closer. I dart off.
Brush against him.
His touch lures.
I return.
Kiss.
His lips are wine.
Intoxicating and sweet.
Found.
Fell out of tree.
Hit the ground hard.
Daydream done.
I weep
For what could have been.
Beautiful.
A voice behind.
I twirl around.
He stands.
Walking through the forest.
Through the dappled sunlight
I see.
My fantasy man.
They said I should keep note of my journey. Write it all down. It shan't be too hard, so here I go. I suppose I should start at the very beginning. I'm called Caroline. Well, actually I'm Princess Caroline of Rosewood, but I left there long ago. Good riddance to the place, as far as I'm concerned. Everyone in Rosewood, from noble to peasant, had this haughty, better-than-you mentality. Of course, I was entitled to having this mentality, being a noble myself, but I've always been of a modest sort, I've been told.
So I left. I took what little I could carry, put on my simplest brown travelling gown, and left Rosewood forever. I trad
Current Residence: Washington. deviantWEAR sizing preference: 2XL Favourite genre of music: Oldies, happy hardcore, and classical. Favourite photographer: Me. ^^ Operating System: Vista. MP3 player of choice: iTunes. Shell of choice: Turtle? Wallpaper of choice: Whatever floats my boat. Skin of choice: The human type. Favourite cartoon character: Snoopy. And Opus.
Favourite Movies
The Princess Bride.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Billy Joel.
Favourite Writers
Me?
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2.
Tools of the Trade
My imagination, paper, pen. Also a camera.
Other Interests
Singing, roleplay, writing, more roleplay, acting, Jesus, and photography.
Yeah, a year later, I'm posting another journal! xP
So I'm at Western.
Currently taking a creative writing class so I don't go batshit insane from all my Spanish classes.
So theoretically I'll be uploading a bunch of poetry and maybe a short story or two. After I'm done critiquing them and revising them as much as I can stand.
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So today was the first day of the school year here at Green Rivarr. I had all four of my classes today, and it wasn't too bad. I have an archery class early in the morning, followed by psychology, Spanish (taught by not-Marisela [-tear-]), and sociology of gender. Fascinating!
Worked in the deli at Safeway (Slaaaaaveway!) over the summer, before getting fed up with the bullshit and nastiness and quitting to go work at Sears in the portrait studio. The commute kinda sucks, but I love my job. ^^ Unfortunately I can't put up any of the photos I take, copyright, bla bla bla.
But whatever.
Life goes on.
^^