I am thinking of a fairy tale,Cinder Elephant,Sleeping Tubby,Snow Weight,where the princess is notanorexic, wasp-waisted,flinging herself down the stairs.
I am thinking of a fairy tale,Hansel and Great,Repoundsel,Bounty and the Beast,where the beautyhas a pillowed breast,and fingers plump as sausage.
I am thinking of a fairy talethat is not yet written,for a teller not yet born,for a listener not yet conceived,for a world not yet won,where everything round is good:the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess.
wondering ... wonderingif you areas sincere as cheatingas gallant as whiningas kind as lyingas valiant as hiding
wondering ... wonderingif love isas furious as hatredas scarlet as deathas fervent as bluntnessas plain as everyday
This poem was written by my friend. I'm posting it for her to get some feedback. Thanks in advance from us both.( Promise Me.Collapse )x-posted
Hey everyone. I used to post here under slither_thing. This is my new journal. :) Here's a poem I wrote a while back.( Caeneus.Collapse )
( SpinCollapse )Its not grammatically correct...at all, really, but let me know what ya think anyway? Thanks =)
After just over a month, I give you- dun dun DUN DUN- more Arazel. *hides* This is part 5, by the by, in case you had lost track or just discovered it.I don't know what to say about this piece. OOCness, weird moodswings, and flashbacks ahoy! Oh, and SLASH. There is (just a little) SLASH, and now you can't say that I didn't warn you :) .( Six A.M.Collapse )Feedback is always greatly appreciated!
“I like this picture,” she says. TwIrLing her cocoa-tendrils.“Why?” asks the sophisticated art major, cleaning her thick-rimmed glasses on her button-down tailored top,
“Because it’s pretty,” the pink-adorned pixie-youth replies.
“You're so stupid, sometimes. I mean, WHY? What do you like about it? Is it the colors or the shapes or the patterns or the actual design?”
“It’s just pretty”. The art student rolls her eyes at the base thoughts of her little sister, thinking how she knows nothing. Resisting herself, the youth pulls harder at her own satiny tendrils. She cannot resist anymore, reaches and tears the pciture into pieces. First just in half, then smaller, smaller, smaller. Continuouscontinuouscontinuousuntil a fragment of the multicolored-clad paper is left - like sad confetti at 3 PM on the second of January.
“What the HELL did you do that for?” screams the student, near tears.
“I thought it’s what you were asking me to do,” replies the youth, matter-of-factly, dry-eyed and dryly.
The prompt for this was "I have six humble serving men". It's supposed to by whimsical and fairytale-ish :) . I'd give it a PG rating.( The prince who lives in my attic...Collapse )Comments and critiques are always welcome!(And on a totally unrelated note, I am working on more Arazel! Or at least trying to! Really, really!)
Vignette written for my AP English course; the subject was supposed to be personal, thus, it is about reading.( FairytalesCollapse )