by messenger » Sat May 18, 2019 10:43 am
messenger // Desideria "dee"
image/song: Nizar - morning breeze
The waves tirelessly lap against the shore. Dee lays amongst the sand, silent.
The sun has already begun sinking beneath the ocean. The underbellies of clouds
are painted with brilliant shades of orange and pink. However, Dee looks past them.
Through a break in the clouds, the quickly approaching night sky peaks through. In that space,
Dee gazes upon lost dreams. She reaches out, her fingers caressing the endless deep blue.
Once, she believed she would be able to walk upon such heavenly bodies, but, as she
grew older, that idea soon became ridiculed. Now, cursed to forever be tied to the sea,
Desideria can only look on in longing at a love that will forever be out of reach.
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by SilhouetteStation » Sat May 18, 2019 10:44 am
username: SilhouetteStation
name: Ariel
image/song:
Northern Downpour - Panic! At The Disco
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Feel the subtle bass beneath my bare feet. Skimming the wooden floor, feeling my way across a familiar path in foreign territory. Hear the music, feel it course through my veins. Follow the steps I know, I still cling to.
If all our life is but a dream,
fantastic posing greed
then we should feed our jewelery to the sea.
Imagine waking up with no memories. You see faces crowding around yours, asking if you're okay, and you don't recognize half of them. Imagine you hit your head so hard you woke with amnesia.
Family home. Childhood birthdays. An old heirloom necklace. My middle name. I remembered none of it.
For diamonds do appear to be,
just like broken glass to me.
The only thing I strongly remembered was ballet.
Genius only comes along
in storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Sometimes I have images form in my head; blurry colors and hazy faces. Sometimes sound, like someone's laughter. None of it ever made sense. My brief flickers of memory were nothing more than an abstract concept.
I know the world's a broken bone,
but melt your headaches, call it home.
I carry on best I can. Maybe my memory will return one day. Maybe my dancing will help to heal me. I never tire from ballet, day and night, I don't stop. Maybe it will let me remember the things I've forgotten.
Maybe one day.
You are at the top of my lungs,
drawn to the ones who never yawn.
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by trans » Sat May 18, 2019 10:44 am
username: trans
name: serafina
image/song: devil town v2
it begins with a shout.
shouts and cheers as you climb the ladder, higher and higher, and then you're at the top now, standing high above the people below like you're one of those people who scale skyscraper finally making it to the top and gazing down at the world below. you breathe in, feeling all eyes on you, the weight of the pressure of this final moment, your greatest performance, everyone thinks you've got this in the bag. you breathe out.
all it takes is one wrong step.
you reach the end of the board, you're about to take the leap backwards and spiral perfectly into the water below, when your foot slips. you scramble on your feet for a second, heart beating faster than a sports car's engine, and then you slip right off, the familiar sound of the board buckling under your weight is all you hear anymore. your fingers reach desperately for it, but you cant find purchase. the board slips right through your fingers, and the quiet is interrupted by screaming flooding your senses all at once, like a gun shot in an empty room.
the last thing you remember seeing is a girl, you've never seen her before, sitting unnaturally still in the stands. she looks right at you, a piercing gaze that in any other situation would've made you flinch. she looks at you, and grins, her teeth like razor blades and hair like swamp grass.
it ends with a shout, a splash.
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