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winter's child

winter's child

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feathered grey and frail
as smoke; this girl
       (she's only seventeen)
spoke in perfect fourths
and whispered thoughts
of winter's burden and
an autumn's fall


a delicate crystal snowflake
child; this girl
       (she looks so young)
smiled with bruises in her eyes and
promises on her tongue but
all who chanced a look
saw grief
and carried on


what a shame that
such a girl
       (she'll never grow old)
who dreamed of catching the
fallen in her pocket and
nursing them back
to the sky
was bound to the earth
with spider-silk chains


and could never reach
the heavens
in time
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winter's child February 19 63 comments 51 favourites
I just. Like this one. ._.

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I have toyed with a canvassed scream

felt it blossom bruised to the surface and splinter

then slough from the opaque skin

weeping from the injustice of having been buried

so deep

for so long

.

I thought it easy to peel them away; to erase

the scars where panic had chafed them raw

all the while burning for the strength

to wrestle against this turbulent gravity

don't brake

don't fall

.

I guess the silence loved just enough to mend

the flesh torn apart but not the ruins smoking

there, off the path, where in haunted dreams

I watch the children flying

d. by ~Y43
"them To the boy who taught me three chords on a guitar, whose patience pressed my fingers to the frets and moulded his hands to mine, whose song rang askew from the pitch but caught me all the same;

To the boy who drunk-dialled me one night for my hand in marriage, whose slurs stabbed pin-holes through my walls, whose laughter sounded so forlorn he could have been sobbing;

To the boy who held me while I cried, whose arms protected against the pain and shock and broken glass, whose words dissolved the wreckage from my nightmares and gave me hope;

To the boy who flew me up and built me a haven on the mountaintops, whose headlights ignited t"them by ~Y43
sharing time somehow we've wandered back to this little corner of time
headlights on, engine bubbling
night settling warily between us
the whispers carved into frosted glass
remain

we laugh to bury the questions
and smother the stains

still there's nought but words trickling
down the dashboard, pooling against the window pane
the shadows lap at our faces and hands
and we lie comfortably
we lie

Oh her? She's fine.
We're fine.

it must look as if we orchestrated the whole thing
a lucky coincidence, if luck had been
on our side

but even if we lock the doors and close our eyes
in here, the rules are still the same
and so we aresharing time by ~Y43
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  • Current Residence: NZ
  • Interests: Singing, procrastinating ... and recently, dating inanimate objects
  • Favourite movie: Secret, Crows Zero, Beauty and the Beast, Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away
  • Favourite band or musician: Alice Nine, Mayday, Big Bang, 张栋梁, Anberlin
  • Favourite genre of music: Basically everything
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~Makaveli8 Dec 3, 2010
Hello, here is a :iconllamajumpplz: for you! :iconveryexcitedplz: :D

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“I saw weird stuff in that place last night. Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff. And I want in...” :ninjaplot:
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~Y43 Dec 3, 2010
Why thank you :D
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~Makaveli8 Dec 3, 2010
My pleasure, thanks for returning one! :iconllamacanplz::iconllamacanplz: :D

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*Scarlettletters Sep 11, 2010
:iconthankyou1plz::iconthankyou2plz::iconthankyou3plz::iconthankyou4plz::iconthankyou5plz:

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~A-Symmetry Sep 7, 2010
Hello, thanks for joining Wordflight!
If you know anyone who might be interested, please feel free to ask them to join! Or you could leave behind their name and I'll invite them. Thanks (:

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they are raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame;
wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved
forever. (jude v13)
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~Y43 Sep 9, 2010
Will do! BTW I can't stop staring at the rainbow sheep :/ it's mesmerizing ...
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~A-Symmetry Sep 9, 2010
:iconrunllamarun:

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they are raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame;
wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved
forever. (jude v13)
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~ser-rainbow Sep 5, 2010
I've decided to actually put things up. :>

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she faded into that newborn crowd like a warning of what could be lost.
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~Y43 Sep 6, 2010
Finally xD
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