lilymoore

cypress trees are heard crying as the wind rips them from the ground. carbon, that is all, lost in the wind. children watch them rocket passed the window. catch one, ...

Wooden like your heart, thrown into the burning stove and melting to ash.

Where: Usually on my couch. The way my house is set up, I have my own living room (you’ve got to love being an only child) so I’m really most ...

Stellz, have I mentioned lately how much I luff you! Well, I at least love when you bring up anything Irish because for some reason it just makes me all ...

Gifts are now unviewable on users pages. I asked several users in chat if it wasn't working for them (to make sure it wasn't just a me problem) and none ...

Memories raining down on the fresh, upturned earth you're sleeping under.

Blech, Valentine's Day. Who needs it? Me! Oh why couldn't I have had some reason to celebrate! But alas, it will be spent celebrating for other people if that even ...

On the range top stove, the cracked tin kettle screeches and steam melts her face.

Sharp and numerous the needles break her white flesh and burn her youth away.

Please - won't you stop to play ring around the rosey unicorn dreamer.

Ticking down her life is a watch wound up enough to give her one breath.

Was that an F sharp? You ended the sonata with a little smirk.

Firefox primarily. However, when using my school computer, I'm sometimes forced to use IE, especially for YouTube usage. Because of all the security junk, they don't let us update certain ...

Well I see someone is thinking of Valentine’s Day! *points at poem and avi* (Oh dear, I’ll be alone for it again…not suprising.) Great, now you made me sad… But ...

There wasn't a thing I could do to save you dear. But whimper goodbye.