Porcelain veins are what maintains such odd and mysterious beauty ( Read more... )

Away in a corner
so beaten and mamed
The girl has a face
But has she a name?
She hides in the shadows
and says not one word
but in every tear
there's a story to be heard

They're stories of sorrow
And stories of hurt
Stories of scars hidden under her skrit
Stories of love
And stories of war
Stories of secrets she's never told before

She carries the burdons
And ( Read more... )

the world outside is muted
wrapped around and inside of each other
the two shall never part
together they find comfort here
comfort inside of their bottle
comfort inside of their clear glass walls
where everything can been seen
but nothing can be heard or felt
only they know who they are
though to the world they seem dead
shriveled and wilted
barely even ( Read more... )

so pretty much i decided to throw this LJ account together for the sole purpose of being able to have some where that i can just sit down and write.
Some of these writings are stories, some are memories, some and dreams, and some are nightmares.
I have no intentions of identifying each entry, but would rather have people wonder.
So with this in mind, ( Read more... )