whitequeen

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  • whitequeen 7w

    Paranormal

    Time flies on the back of a dragon fly not knowing the difference between a nightmare and a dream until it seizes to exist, hovered over by darkness, black and free, you can raise your hand to surrender to the bright red glee of glistening teeth covered in blood and the remains of your melted skin but it won't stop. It never stops outlining your figure at the point of it's shiny dagger that can cut through breeze and bodies that bleed and cry and think about death, like poison on a snake tongue and it doesn't want it to bite on the polished skin, covered in products from a cosmetic store not far from West Orleans and bruises, delicate yet deliberate, do you like it? The fragrance of blood mixed with perfume, the flourish of laughter of maniacs, red and blue with the hit of a hockey stick, it's all fine though, just a nightmare daze a frantic deja vu, when the reality is more bleak, cutthroat, I want to wake up but do you?
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  • whitequeen 35w

    We die everyday, make it count when you live... Just once... Just this once.
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  • whitequeen 35w

    Pseudo

    "Everyone makes mistakes, don't they? "
    She asked, no tears in her eyes just the watery shine on her cornea. Lucas couldn't think of an answer he just sat there, his half burnt cigarette still in his hand, mistakes, he thought giving one look right through her eyes, as if they were transparent like water moulding into the vessels of choice, addiction, I'm addicted he thought, to mistakes and turned his face around, "What do you mean? ", he asked, trying to act as oblivious as possible.

    There was a long pause. The air between the two grew dense, till the silence choked one of them to speak , the suffocating poison of denial reigned again... " You don't know? "... She asked, her eyes ,determined, almost with a tinge of green in them.

    It was louder then words, louder then silence, the green in her eyes.
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  • whitequeen 37w

    Cranberries and marmalades, the sweet rain and I contemplate, the boulevard of my heart drowns in the graveyard of my mind , magnolia and perewinkles bloom, spring dominates.. I look into the arcade of your eyes, it's a serene grey, they speak in intertwined languages of colour and smiles and I sit in my black, white and plain, here's my ode to rain, to you and your serene greys.
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  • whitequeen 41w

    In the darkness, I sat, the fairy lights glowed to the dusky yellow as the tulips bloomed on the dewy grass, it reminded me of you, your hiccups, as you would gulp the contents of the crystal glass, your effervescent ringlets of hair dangling to the rhythm of the breeze and my heart skips a beat, your laugh echoing in my ear booming radiance yet gentle like the soft touch of wind on the wind chimes, I smile but then the presence of the room filled with you, vanquishes into the present of the room, filled with me and in metaphorical irony, romance turns to the sudden sense of gloom, seeping in like a rattle snake and all that remains is poison and blood, mixed up and you say in whispered tones, 'Stop breaking me to pieces for the solemn melancholy of your poems' and I stop and stare at an empty wall for when I loved, the light and colours, I wasn't a poet at all.
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  • whitequeen 41w

    And their goes my love,
    Dancing with the devil
    Death in one hand and a solemn peace of mind @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    The seams of your drifting facade tears apart, the threads all tangled on the ground, heaving, the heaven of freedom from your blantant heart, you try picking them up, the smile now a sad sublime, the uncanny eyes glistens with sorrow and your heart speaks of a unforgiving lie
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  • whitequeen 42w

    "Drink the rain", said the swan of the still lake, eyes beaming red like rubies, glistening to the shine of the blue sun on top of mystic hills, as the ball of trickling water started to pour it's heart out onto the gleaming lava of vibrant orange, the invisibly visible moon garnered her striking, green, effervescent of it's own fury and the gold roads twisted and turned welcoming the sun to hit it's ground as they rose to the union of elements, red and blue, marching to the still lake where the swan said "Drink the rain for it's the dreamers lake" ©whitequeen

  • whitequeen 43w

    The blood freezes underneath my skin, keen to the touch of the unfamiliar breeze, the harp, voicing the familiar tune, desolate, eyeing the hallway were the light still flickers the same way, the shadows, not to be seen, nor to be found, I can't remember your face but the dreams remind me of your smile, it aches again the wound of some kind, I look at the coat on the ragged shelf,it reminds me of Rhyolite as the voice whispers again this is how you fall in love, this is how you suffer, my valentine.
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  • whitequeen 43w

    When I met darkness I closed my eyes, the incandescent black lit the hurt into a void as strange and devious as cigarette fumes slow poisoning their way through the lungs disabling the heart and then crying out loud like a forbidden lover in the brink of fakery , screaming 'For you I love, for you I die'
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  • whitequeen 44w

    Numb is a better void
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