inkstained skin:.: collaboration

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Spring is ending

. f r a g i l e .
i am her and she is
[ me ]

and soon my existence
will wilt
like summer flowers.

note: sort of mini collaboration with thedreamer

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

commissions&collabs masterpost

to juniper:

Softcover by thedreamer

Internal Battle by thedreamer

because his eyes by the dreamer

Time Lapse by thedreamer

collaborations:

vintage love (thedreamer)
vintage love (juniper)
by thedreamer and juniper (collaboration)

from juniper:

gaps between my hands for beth

loveleaks for thedreamer

heartbreak tea for conor.r

shall i compare thee to a summer's night? - earthgoddess

walk away - thedreamer

dear dryad daughter, time's tickin' - thedreamer

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

vintage love

"please don't leave me alone..."

"i promise i won't ever leave you alone"

the sentence that echoes through everyone's mind--like a thousand voices that drown you in solitude as you huddle within yourself ~~by yourself~~.

the sentence that echoes through your mind when you see them, an endless mantra because, goddamnit, you believe in nothing -- nothing -- but them,

our hearts are like g l a s s

chipped antiques stacked on dusty shelves,

no one wants.

written with thedreamer, who is awesome but - sadly - not dreamy. ;D

love you.

(kind of)

heartb e a t s

[pulvis et umbra sumus.]

the s t a r s, the m o o n, they have all blown out; you left me in the d a r k.

no d a w n, no d a y, i'm always in this twilight, in this shadow of your h e a r t.

and in the dark, i can hear your heart b e a t; i tried to find the sound.

but then, it s t o pped and i was in the darkness so darkness i became.

-: cosmic love; florence and the machine

--i'm living somewhere between the plane of reality and the shadows of illusions. spill, spill, spill the ink and the words across the pages because it's better than letting it rot it in my heart like tar and shadows and tendrils of toxic fog.

it's these moments--these freezeframed forevers in my mind's eye -- that make up humanity and sometimes, sometimes we forget that in our grey-sky, grey-horizon, grey-footpath lives.

and, i figure, it's better to write all these words and similes and metaphors and errant thoughts, better to [ground] them than to let them fade a w a y and r i p and t e a r on napkins and bits of scrap paper and skin.

Amore, more, ore, re.

(latin sounds cool)

i write because all these words need to go somewhere and he needs to be remembered. Human life is so transient and effervescent, flickering like candles, and he will burn forever.

Yet do they worst old Time; despite thy wrong,

My love shall in my verse ever live young.

- W. Shakespeare; Sonnet 19

inkstained skin:.

written in the stars