| One of many pieces that inspired a nickname of mine sooooo many years ago...All can be found in their own folder in my gallery, named Lady Rose. |
The Rose Guardian
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::Howling Heartache:: 2The child wakes slowly, disoriented, the Lady's voice clogging her mind in tones of nerves and shaky resolve. The Lady sings softly, knees drawn to her chest as she gazes into the dark. Rubbing the crust from her eyelids, the child wrinkles her nose in confusion. The moon, full tonight, sinks slowly behind low-hanging clouds. There's a trace, a taint, of difference in the air. Fear? Perhaps...but it lies like metal across the child's tongue. She listens as the Lady's tune changes. The bridge of her song. An ending.::Howling Heartache:: 2
"And in the storm
by ~TwilightPoetess
::Howling Heartache:: 1"Listen," she murmurs melodically, pressing an artistic finger against the small girl's lips. "Don't you hear them?"::Howling Heartache:: 1
The child shakes her head, brow puckered in strained concentration as a soft breeze plays tag with their hair. Ringlets span across brightly-flushed cheeks as the Lady wraps a gloved hand about the girl's waist. They are surrounded by blooms of crimson and cherry, stems waving a mockery of hello as tree branches rustle beyond them. The females smile mutually, trapped in the moment, fingertips stroking the closest of blooms. Silk beneath callouses, satin over sc
by ~TwilightPoetess
brimstoneeyes and vodkadreams1.brimstoneeyes and vodkadreams
she's a wild version of ten, flaming hair drawing attention to the freckles on her nose and the ice in her eyes. sunstrokes and snowflakes, she calls them. imperfection and heaven trapped in her face. she struts like models down the runway of life, her smile created from playdough and ruby-red tint...but it never touches her dimples. instead, she kicks the can of sweet innocence down an alley of demons and worries the world won't understand. she's cast out of concrete and painted pastel, but the colors don't match the words in her heart. and when she opens her m
by ~TwilightPoetess
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massive attack.i want to see my emotions reflected in the currents of your eyes and i want you to hold my hand, hold my hand so i don't get lost. when i am in convulsions bent against wind in bowing fields under a blue-black pinpricked canvas i want you to see i want to see the sea with you.massive attack.
i remember too much. too many avenues, too many city streets, the wrong roads, the wrong way, this is all a misconception.
i remember teardrops. smiling at mistakes. i remember poisoned hearts. sunshine. and elegi
by ~a-jar-of-seachelles
.esrever ni kcutsdear love,if you're reading this, then you're still alive. whether that be a good or bad thing, you mean the world to me. dear love,i know you don't understand my strange obsession with writing things down, but that doesn't matter anymore. dear love,there's something about the way you breathe that makes me love you even more. dear love,my reason is you. dear love,i'm always scared when you pop up your veins. what happens when they explode across the walls? dear love,every fall that spark comes back with a whole new meaning. and i.esrever ni kcuts
by ~NightlyLies
VivaldiFrozen on the silence of her breathless wings On the tears of her timeless strings I hear a wave of sound upon the breeze A sound I've found to hold onto me Onto me, onto me when I am drifting awayVivaldi
Dismembered from the whole Remembered but not consoled I'm here, here, away and left Left on a bed of pearls that break my back
Losing my mind when everything else is losing me I am free to do whatever I please, but I am not free I'm held in place by a single thread Look at my face when you are speaking to me Speak to me, speak to me when I am drifting away
by =Vindicta38
Start Again, BY RED!!! 
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| So I'm a little crazy. I draw pen-and-ink portraits of a thousand things I'll never be able to say because my words look better in speckles than in lead-blots and runaway-lines. I don't care that my hair is too short or my skirts are too long, because I'm not living for anyone else. I'm just trying to be me without repercussions. And I adore glitterglue-edges and puzzles that don't quite match up, because nothing is perfect. This world is just too naive to see things from my point of view. |
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- Current Residence: Laramie
- Interests: Saving the world, one soul at a time; Being original; Understanding
- Favourite movie: Definitely, Maybe; Bride Wars; Pride and Prejudice; Practical Magic
- Favourite band or musician: Within Temptation, 3 Doors Down, Eifel 65, Enya
- Favourite genre of music: Country/Soft Rock
- Favourite artist: My mom of course!
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King, Jane Austen, Jodi Picoult
- Favourite style of art: Abstract, Fantasy
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: Cribbage, Rummy
- Favourite cartoon character: Dori (Finding Nemo) and Kovu (Lion King 2)
- Personal Quote: Play pretend with me? I want to get lost in a dream that isn't mine...
- Tools of the Trade: A bleeding heart and some 3-holed paper
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/SunsetLullabyes
- Email: StarrlittMoonFae@hotmail.com
- MSN: StarrlittMoonFae@hotmail.com
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