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Peeling Crimson.Today I drove and almost hit the back of a bus on my way to a friend’s house.Peeling Crimson. by ~char-kisses-lotte
We laughed at the time, but my heart felt like it would beat out of my chest and all I could see was red – the windscreen filled in seconds with the peeling crimson of its London paintwork.
We arrived, and I parked as if the road was a playground and the neighbours were bedridden.
We left the half abandoned car and baked lasagne from a pot and told ourselves it was cooking because nothing delighted us more than the faked success we built in an oven we didn’t own.
We talked about her childhood, she answered with restrained memories and a guard tha
The night walker.I like walking alone at nightThe night walker. by ~char-kisses-lotte
Having a thousand imagined conversations
Five hundred of them with you.
I like feeling like I’m running away
And that I’m only ok because I’m doing it this slowly;
Because anything faster terrifies me.
At night the woods are alive. Every inch makes a sound,
Be it in creaking branches or an owl's evening greeting, the sounds multiply
The dark is never silent. Not in cities, nor in wastelands
It waits in shades of midnight and forgotten sunlight
And lingers on the edge of yesterday and tomorrow’s blade.
If there is not a bruised sky, but a starred ocean above then it feels as if the air is
Patterns of young wasted mindsPatterns of young wasted mindsPatterns of young wasted minds by ~char-kisses-lotte
Spinning days and ruptured lies
With no word of tomorrow and no space in today
Time has been twisted and whittled away.
Butterfly wings plucked from the sky to go in museums to teach children why
Humanity is older and wiser than that; the freedom of flying without looking back.
But we did look behind us to the dark childhood mess, and the bed-sheets sodden with shame and distress
You remember the fear and horror as well, so you shut back the cover and then you do tell
Me to take it and hide it away, destroy it or keep it, just know that today
You’re not ready to go it alone; to go back and remembe
Dream InkSo this is the stuff that dreams are drawn inDream Ink by ~char-kisses-lotte
Fairy-tale ink and the sun-drenched morning
The caterpillar’s wings and the lunar curve
The child’s discovery of its brand new earth
It’s the bubbling over of champagne glasses
The genius work of the unknown artist
The breaking down of fallen leaves
The blossom grown from forgotten seeds
It’s the rush of jumping off the swing
The song that always makes you sing
The morning coffee that you get free
The perks of modern day loyalty
But more than this, it’s simple bliss;
The “every-day”, the “good night” kiss
The running water in the
Sweet ThingsThere's a girl on the platformSweet Things by ~JiaLi
A foreign flower
She is eating strawberries
At the twilight hour
Come morning she'll be there
With honey and bread
Then stroll out of memory
And turn every head
HibernationLittle bear in the northern skyHibernation by ~JiaLi
Wish I could be like you and hibernate
Under the covers it's warm and dry
In the cold air I might just suffocate
Why watch disconsolate days drag by
When nights without rest or relief await?
Coffined beneath the snow I'd lie
And unfading dreams of spring create
ich liebe dichdaylight wakes me up and i turn into the green moth on the windshield.ich liebe dich by ~silklilies
a few months ago i would have died to be someone with the same kind of pulse
as you. i wanted to know what it felt like to breathe your same
air and listen to the fabrication of your words, your lies like lists of things
you wanted me to hear, essays crafted to the palaces of my mind.
you knew what i wanted because you know the architecture of so many women—
not seeing my poisonous nature, the blisteringly sweet aftertaste that crumples
you into me again, again, again, each hit better than the last. together
we chase the dragon, needing more and more of each o
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I'm so glad you like my artwork 
Sta.sh
