i always fuck everything up with everyone
sometimes i really just want to disappear
a study in numbers and superficialityhe smiled in parabolas;a study in numbers and superficiality by sylveda
and only when one could not chart his distance any longer did I stop and notice
how the constellations of freckles mapped across his cheeks
could be points on Orpheus’ plane—
how beautifully his face sang, how dainty was his
porcelain pout against the rough hewn glare of
his Neptunian gaze.
Fibonacci’s numbers charted his visage—a elegant landscape,
[one plus the square root of five, divided by two]
He was music, he was melody, he was Apollo’s last song,
his last prophecy, his last poem—
he was a canvas, a graph, a parabola extending to two-dimensional infinit(ies)
held within the confines of sickly, seraphic perfection.
SilenceYou make me feel worthless,leonightwatch
and you don't even know
The darkness that looms over my shoulder -
you don't even know
I'm tying -
but my lungs don't fill with air
like yours do
like theirs do
The silence is my friend-
because you don't listen anyhow
I'm not afraid of it,
unlike all of you
The short end of the fire -
the darkness that I feed off of
When I try to communicate,
it doesn't click
It won't matter anymore -
I'm only crying empty tears
that's what they are to you
Seconds Can Change a LifetimeLife is so very fragile.Fameisdead
One single second, minute, hour.
Could change forever.
Maybe it's because life is so short,
That such small amounts of time.
Can change such big things.
Within an instant.
And it feels like the world has come crashing down.
As your face rests in a permanent frown.
Because one little moment.
Has now sent your mother or father or brother,
Six feet underground.
Not all life changing things are bad.
Like when you spot a pretty girl,
Across the room.
And a few years later,
The couple is bride and groom.
What a beautiful thing,
What a beautiful family.
All because of a single glance,
At a pretty
What I am trying to say is,
Life is short and fragile.
And really remarkable.
I am sorry to say,
But you have one life.
And you will die someday.
Make those little seconds and minutes.
Into ones that matter.
And know that when you have bad moments,
Things will get better.
So promise me this friend,
And be extraordina
new yearsi sit by the death bedWizardHowl10001
of this year, reminiscing
till she passes.
there is so much to thank
and to curse.
and as we drown under
golden bubbles of under-aged
drinking, i watch the hours
slip into another 12 months
twenty-sevenmost girls have their hipsWizardHowl10001
wrapped up in thongs.
i, however, have mine
duskthese skies chill me.WizardHowl10001
dreamsicle ribbons hung from the clouds;
pink ice smeared against a canvas of nova.
you can almost hear the wolves catch in
the wind; howls slathered in malice cry
just behind the tree line.
i long for saturated summer dusk,
so heavy that breathing makes me dizzy.
getting drunk on flowers, staying up
to converse with the moon.
how pretty my life will be when i can
feel my bones again.
Love Is Not QuietMy body becomes a fractured dam,SilverWynd
water gathers with the first taste
of freedom, no longer content
to be oppressed.
It rages, and rages and rages
while I feel myself on the verge
of bursting apart at the seams.
How can I sit still?
Move through the world
with calm precession?
Scarcely able to breathe
not daring to part my lips to speak
for fear I will only scream and howl
It rages, and rages and rages,
there are earthquakes within my brain,
a tornado carried inside,
hurricanes under my skin.
I feel every cell vibrating,
threatening to erupt with singular need,
only your touch can cold me together
with enough pressure to settle the waters
back into place.
It rages and rages and rages,
I want to press myself into you
until I hear my ribs being to crack.
Only then the rage begins
to recede as the tide
called back home by the sea,
but the debris remains scattered
at my feet as a reminder.
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Hi. I'm Ash, fifteen year old weirdass fuck. I'm an artist and author. I taught myself most of the things I know. I'm most likely going to major in art and minor in writing.
Also, all your faves and comments are greatly appreciated, I'm just too lazy to go comment on your profile saying thanks.
Music and my friends have literally saved my life a couple of times and they're really important to me, so if you fuck with my friends, I will seriously kill you. e_o
I am an autonomous kama weapon. I am weird.
See, this is what the fuck happens when you let me near stamps.
Portfolio link: ashbrie13.daportfolio.com/
NOTE: IF YOU STEAL MY WORK, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND I WILL EXACT MY REVENGE.
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