whitequeen

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  • whitequeen 9h

    We die everyday, make it count when you live... Just once... Just this once.
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  • whitequeen 3d

    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 at his burnt ciggarette, addiction, I'm addicted he thought, to mistakes and turned his face to the nonchalant one, "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 , so the suffocating poison of denial won't reign death... " You don't know? "... She asked, her eyes now looked determined, almost with a tinge of green in them.

    Jealousy, the air screamed, louder then words, louder then silence.
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  • whitequeen 2w

    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 6w

    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 6w

    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 7w

    "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 8w

    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 8w

    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 9w

    Numb is a better void
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  • whitequeen 10w

    Burn the witch

    The night whispers onto the owls flight, the violet sky breaking into the luminant black sight. The Moon wakes up in a theatrical pride and rises to the blanket of heavenly plight. Words break down in alliterations of metaphors and similes and joins in the fight of conspiracies of alley and allies. The blurry eyed owl leaps in faith to reach it's victim for it's ugly fate, as the message rings the forest and creeks of fountains, BURN THE WITCH, they say.
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