hello friends,I wonder why anyone isnt commenting on my posts..(sobbs uncontrollably)Am I a forgotten toni once more? my right hand still aches from finishing my essay yesterday (I prefer writing longhand, heh) and after I did some gothy art which I will post as soon as I find the camera. I wrote some poems after and now my writing lump is in its worst state. Anyway, I hope you like the stuff I wrote below. Tell me what you think. And no, mom, I am not the girl on my poem, I am not depressed, I am not thinking of death and I dont plan to kill anybody.. unless... haha, (kidding)..I just wrote those dark-themed poetry for art itself
the second one I'll post is a 50-word short story, which is a quite a delight to write.. Also serves as great practice for editing skills.
Roses
Melancholy flashed through her eyes like jet
as she wore nightfall against her flesh.
And sin, it flowed like a river on her chest.
She tried to find her way back home-
only to find her name on the gravestone.
While the roses bleed, fall and screech
seek revenge, show no remorse - alas!
they fall violently like daggers
staining blood on her pale feet
that was once cold, white ivory.
Dark Angel
She kept secrets behind ancient smiles on the cemetery gates. At your husband's wake, she flapped her wings in mourning and shed a black feather on his corpse. She was there when you lost your grandma, and generations before. She was the one who gathered roses at your coffin door.
Tea
Tea is the sun on your cup,
the spark of thought in your sleep;
the dream of an angel in milk
and Nature's laughter, caught in a wink!
