there's a word for this... by quark-berry, literature
Literature
there's a word for this...
she hides behind her old fashioned glasses
dark rims, broken lenses
it was an accident the first time, he says
but the second time, no defenses
stranger, stranger in my arms
didnt you promise to do me no harm?
you bruise and burn the skin laid bare
hurting deeper everywhere
what happened to the girl we knew?
dust to ashes and ashes to dust
when the doors been shut and locked
she only does as she knows she must
black and blue, pick and choose
someone to hurt, i want you
someone to hold, i need you
someone to blame, no one but you
and hes a little different now
or maybe hes always been this way
he
I stopped him. Not with actions, but with words.
You have to tell her. You cant just leave her like that. He turned and looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
Its not my responsibility, he said. I wanted to hit him, I wanted to grab his shoulders and shake some sense into him. But it wasnt my issue; I had nothing to do with it. Who was I to interfere? Even though I knew I was pushing it, I just couldnt stop myself from being angry on her behalf.
Do you even care about how she feels? I glared at him,
There was a girl named Loev
Who stole my heart
And kept it in a little box
Forever time.
Velvet soft in my heart
A wooden wall of solid stone
Loving love.
Her eyes opened, revealing large, cold, eerily pale gray irises, flecked with darker black, deepening into a cold, stony center. The girl's long, curling black hair, dark locks of India ink, blew against her face, jostled by the movement of the bus. Overly long bangs framed a thin, childlike face. Only her lips were a startling red. 'Red from being hit so often,' she'd told strangers. 'Red for blood.' Her tall, slender, adolescent frame and her thin, ghostly white hands contrasted sharply with her expression of ennui. Who knew what she was thinking? Thoughts of death, most likely. She had always said she had wanted to die.
The other
let me tell you a story. it begins three years ago and stretches all the way to now—the present.
and because it spans all the way to the present, consider it a gift.
.
once upon a time, there was a girl.
her name's not relevant to this love story, but let's call her quark-berry.
quark-berry loved drawing, especially manga-style. it was her passion, her pride and glory. she found a community online that seemed perfect for her: the HTDM forums.
but that wasn't quite right for her-- no, not really. quark-berry noticed that lots and lots of HTDM users had these strange... deviantART accounts?
so after some cajoling and promises and pi
*waves*
HI GUYS!!
i'm back. but for like. a weekend.
thanks to Kai-Doh (https://www.deviantart.com/kai-doh) for asking me to come back here!
i er. kindasorta removed my devs because there were um. 745 of them?
but yeah. NOTE ME or COMMENT HERE with the title of a piece you'd like feedback on/something you're uber proud of. and i will get back to you.
thing one: DUMBLEDORE IS GAY! ahahaha. I saw that coming. I do wish JKR had outed him in the books though. Or at the very least, maybe she'll out more characters. That would be pretty awesome. :D
thing two: I AM NOT DEAD! (I love how I wrote that Dumbles is gay before saying that)
thing three: I may not be dead, but unfortunately I'm going to school. Which means I might as well be dead here on dA. ;_; I can try to get online sometime, but honestly, I don't check this very often anymore. I'm occasionally on AIM though (my sn's merechyn, I trust you are not a creeper) so if you want to chat then there's always that. :]
thing four: I HAVE DRA
Monday's child is fair of face. Tuesday's child is full of grace. Wednesday's child is loving and giving. Thursday's child works hard for a living, Friday's child fears no foe. Saturday's child has far to go. And Sunday’s child is bonny and wise in every way.
find the day of the week you were born here [link] More about the rhyme: [link]
May your spirit keep the freedom of a butterfly in spring, and may your heart be filled always with the joys of simple things. May your essence claim the freshness of the new laid morning dew. All of this... and more... is my Birthday wish for you.
jeebus. I had to go through Mr. Lito and his tumor fish. Good thing I like to use nicknames or else I wouldn't have remember that he posted it on here. Hah. Yes, I have abandoned my silenteavesdropper account. So far.
I doubt there will be art on here. Just writing.
In the mean time look up "Linn Puzzle." She's got some AMAZING AirConditioning art. Near-perfection, I'd say. And when we next chill, I'm going to need a quick tutorial on this. Teehizzle.