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Cherish the radiant warmth
of our Elysian Sun--
disregard skin cancer
as Hollywood tans &
freckled kisses from god
past the burning,
beauty glows;
embrace the light
<rebellion>
of our Elysian Sun--
disregard skin cancer
as Hollywood tans &
freckled kisses from god
past the burning,
beauty glows;
embrace the light
<rebellion>
Literature
Fallen Angel
"They're only blackberry stains, Scottie." She assures me, soft voice lilting and whispery like the east coast wind, tinged with the taste of salt, that teases her obsidian hair.
I'm tracing the harsh purple bruises that tell painful stories as they paint her ivory skin like serpent tails, crawling down her concave collarbones, and curling unforgivingly around her thin upperarms.
"Angel kisses will wipe them all away while I sleep." She promises, brushing my fingers away from her bleached porcelain skin, as if she might break under my fleeting and gentle touch, and I wonder which one of us she's trying to convince.
"You're the only angel I
Literature
The Death of Angels
Harken! All ye and your kin,
Raise thine eyes, behold!
The battle, it begins!
Nemesis leads the Legions,
Downward, ever faster they come,
The Men have no-one in this moment,
They truly stand alone
Their eyes widen in fear,
Their hearts swell deep in their chests,
They know not the outcome,
All they can do is their best
And they pray in this moment,
That each will prove himself, in this test
Terror-slicked hands,
Grasp swords made of metal, bone, and stone,
Each one, polished carefully,
Until, like the midday sun, it shone
Behind them, hidden,
By the shadows of the morning light,
Were the ones who would give them their only
Literature
For Madison
Streams of summer air carried well-wishings and sleepy symphonies of crickets' nighttime magic, but nothing compared during sunlit hours to the music made by his own two hands.
They would never touch a piano again, never breathe notes in patterns full enough of beauty that they would make Debussy bleed with envy, never resurface from the cold glass of the lake's mirror. He was a sorcerer of sound, a soul on fire with compassion and artistry -- he was dead. Caught in the undertow. Forever frozen in insufficient rescue of a boy smaller than himself. His heart had gone still, but was bigger than any beating above ground.
I heard him breathing
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the intro to a concept of mine in progress 
enjoy ! [=
yes i am aware i never go on dA anymore
i'll try to respond tell me what's up ?
i have a lot going on, finally done with my first year of uni
in honour of friday the thirteenth, i shall upload the "month EPs" from februrary, march, and april, as well as details on upcoming projects i will try to update more. or at all. haha. also, it will feel weird to release an anti-valentine's day song three months too late sowwy 
also, i totally love the new gaga shit <3
enjoy ! [=yes i am aware i never go on dA anymore
i'll try to respond
tell me what's up ?i have a lot going on, finally done with my first year of uni
in honour of friday the thirteenth, i shall upload the "month EPs" from februrary, march, and april, as well as details on upcoming projects
i will try to update more. or at all. haha. also, it will feel weird to release an anti-valentine's day song three months too late sowwy also, i totally love the new gaga shit <3 © 2011 - 2024 ChloroformBoy
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