|Amelia likes sitting on my monitor :V|
My Hatred For This World Burnsthis mirror reflectsMy Hatred For This World Burns by omgpotatochips
my inner turmoil
i stare out the window
and watch the tears
of the rain.
i really think
the world is such
i'm not a conformist,
i'm really just a fag.
five linesI. empty theatrefive lines by omgpotatochips
prancing in the projected light
it was just the two of us.
the popcorn was too salty
and i liked it that way.
II. raspberry bushes
basements and filtered sunshine.
making dust clouds
waving a butterfly net
watching through glass the passing graves.
III. i was born from a painting
picking at acrylic ribbons
my fingertips brushing a smooth canvas.
i breathe the carpet's knowledge
and line up the artwork on the floor.
IV. i came from spiders
dandy daddy long legs dancing
sometimes missing a leg, or two
tangled up in cobwebs
making monsters with their shadows.
V. i once lived in the haunted house
whispering to ghostly partners in crime
and my twin, who twisted in the light.
we'd make up words to living fairytales
i still believe in magic.
beehivemy eyesbeehive by omgpotatochips
sunlight seeps like honey
through the blinds
my line of sight
i shield myself
getting my hands all sticky
i wake up inhuman
today i am a bee
and i will feast on honey.
THE GHOST, THE ENTITYTHE GHOST, THE ENTITY, AND THE DIFFERENCETHE GHOST, THE ENTITY by omgpotatochips
Samantha threw a rock into the water.
I dont think its weird, she said, that youre a ghost. I met lotsa other ghosts before. So I dont mind. Smiling, she reached into the thin air and laughed.
Promise stared at the rippling water with discontent. I guess thats okay but Im not a ghost. He sighed, hugging his skinny legs to his chest, glancing over at the tan girl beside him on the dock; Other people just cant see me. Im so not a ghost. Samantha rolled her eyes and kicked at the water a bit. Her pants were rolled up to her knees and her sandals floated peacefully around in the lake.
APH - Din Standhaftige SoldatIt was late. Norway clicked on the lamp on the side table next to his sofa and nestled into the cushion, cracking open his book.APH - Din Standhaftige Soldat by xKilaylaXstarx
There were once five and twenty tin soldiers, all brothers, for they were the offspring of the same old tin spoon...
He'd read the story-rather, fairytale-an innumerable amount of times, but still continued to read it every night.
Each man shouldered his gun, kept his eyes well to the front, and wore the smartest red and blue uniform imaginable.
"The Steadfast Tin Soldier" It was one of Denmark's silly fairytales, but it was his favorite.
The first thing they heard in their new world, when the lid was taken off the box, was a little boy clapping his hands and crying, "Soldiers, soldiers!" It was his birthday, and they had just been given to him; so he lost no time in setting them up on the table.
He didn't know what it was about the story that drew him in, time after time, night after night. He knew it was just a children's story, b