The Dance of the CloudsIn the sky it hangs,The Dance of the Clouds
a silvery tear on black cloth;
as though the sun had morned for the loss of its smallest,
and a huge tear had fallen,
with to the brim with gray light,
a negative to its own brilliant gold.
Around it, never touching
Spinning, twisting, moving,
in such a way that to compare mans' clumsy attempts in a hope to imitate,
(you can't)
the dancers twirl in a dance with no beginning or end,
a continuous repeat with no rhyme nor reason,
but to entertain themselves, cloake
HelloHello.Hello
Feather light, the sound dances softly through the air, spinning on its toes, pirouetting, pas de chat, to leave a little kiss, so brief, so soft, so gentle, and much to soon, fleeing away on little cats feet, slipping through eager hands like water to a thirsty man, delirious for want of more. The fountains that spring from others mouths so eager to give. But never giving enough, for the countless others who drink from them, every drop that's given,
two are taken away, to quence mans' great thrist.
StoryI am a being of black blood and snow sheets of fragile flesh; like all my kin,Story
There are many of us and yet so few, compared to those of rose blood and peach coverings,
Those of sound and movment, clear and hard to see, but beautiful to hear,
Those with blood of numbers and hard skin of graphite,
Those with blood of acid and flesh of metal, but not.
Little is written on me and little has been taken. For my kin give up what they wish to be seen,
And keep close what they wish not to be.
The oldest have skin turned gray and black,
Pretty Plastic PeopleSee, the girl in the mirror putting on her daily plaster never looking only knowingPretty Plastic People
more more more.
Watch, servant become the princess laying her magic spell hoping it will last till twelve
more more more.
Look, what is broken is hidden smiles painted to cover the screams hide the worries, hide the fears
more more more.
Gaze, glass eyes twisted plastic something unqiue, shocking, living, burning made chique, beautiful, iced deadeadeadead
more more more.
Stare, the plastic girl keep
The extent of my procrastionation,
Wow!
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Random shit about me:
~1 I am a Twilight and Naruto obsessed teenager
~2 I love Death Metal, Rap Metal, Screamo, and Punk
~3 I cuss worse than a sailor when I'm angry
~4 If I was a furry I'd be a jaguar
~5 I'm a Sado/Masochistic bitch
Need I go on?
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If stupid was a disease, I'd be laughing at your funeral.
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Random shit about me:
~1 I am a Twilight and Naruto obsessed teenager
~2 I love Death Metal, Rap Metal, Screamo, and Punk
~3 I cuss worse than a sailor when I'm angry
~4 If I was a furry I'd be a jaguar
~5 I'm a Sado/Masochistic bitch
Need I go on?
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If stupid was a disease, I'd be laughing at your funeral.
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