Frostwing-Roseclan

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Drowning by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

No Happy Endings... by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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No Happy Endings...

She was his green-eyed galaxy girl He was her whole world With her stardust eyes and ivory skin It's hard to imagine what went wrong within She hid the scars and crystal meth When he asked why she seemed so weak She replied "It's from lack of sleep " He began to see her less and less And when he did she was fading Pale face and sunken eyes He tried his hardest not to cry When he found that little plastic baggie But he did cry with shaky sobs When he found her on the floor And held her in his arms The ambulance arrived far to late This is not a fairy tale There are no happy endings She did not awake despite his warm embrace From that d

Messengers of Spring by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

White-Out by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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White-Out

It was winter when you left me And winter it will always stay I don't know how I didn't see The way you molded me like clay I used to love the falling snowflakes And the colorful twinkling lights Now they just remind me of my mistakes And all of our arguments and fights Now the lights can't pierce my heart And the carols fall on deaf ears Your betrayal nearly apart I still can't handle it after all these years I'm not afraid of frostbite And I don't worry about black ice Memories of our last kiss by the twilight Cloud my thoughts on this dark winter night I don't know how I fell for your tricks And empty promises, filled with lies Now

Reflection by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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Reflection

I look in the mirror, filled with disappointment I don't see the beauty that others describe Instead I find tear stained cheeks and watery eyes My hair looks dank and dull, my skin pale and pasty Next I inspect my wrists, covered in 'tally marks' So many scars, to many to count I look at my bruised thighs, blooming with purple 'flowers' I search the mirror, checking for lies Yet I know it's true, I have none of the beauty they describe

Glass by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

Loving A Memory by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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Drowning by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

No Happy Endings... by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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No Happy Endings...

Messengers of Spring by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

White-Out by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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White-Out

Reflection by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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Reflection

Glass by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

Loving A Memory by Frostwing-Roseclan, literature

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11:11 by inthespacebetween, literature

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11:11

tell her to keep writing poetry, because she never saw the way she dances with language, pulling the metaphors close & whispering all the words she won't say aloud, but i did. remember her favourite colours: cherry blossoms in the spring, light, cloudy days in the winter, & forest streams gleaming in the summer sun. never take her blinding light for granted: she chose you, a tail without a comet, from a universe of stars. don't forget her love for sunshine, or sunglasses, or cherries, or you. she is a hurricane, & she made you the eye of it. treat her better than i ever did.

nature vs nurture by inthespacebetween, literature

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nature vs nurture

you were a cherry blossom girl, sun-kissed and well-missed, a reverie of pastel pink and faerie lights and ivory teeth and ivy vines. you were soft smiles and the gentle growth of spring, a queen who didn't need a king but ended up with one anyway. part of your throne was built on lies, but that was okay. i was a galaxy kid, celestial and cynical, dreaming in cyan and writing in indigo and wishing on starlight late into the night. i was wide eyes and the crystalline chill of winter, the rain to your sunshine, no matter what anyone else would say. you were my sky, but you threw it all away. i am an evergreen, living and loving, breathing in

st. valentine's modern-day massacre by inthespacebetween, literature

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st. valentine's modern-day massacre

we raise our flags to half-mast and cast out payers to mask the shock. we say, "truly, what a shame, but surely his mental health is to blame; it can't be anything else." we run headfirst into warning signs and believe this could never happen to us, because we're just too careful to get shot up. we avoid their names. we say, "maybe it was just a game." we depersonalize people to desensitize ourselves because we can't stand to see the flaws in our laws and our government and our society. say their names. alyssa alhadeff. fourteen. she played soccer and went to sleepaway camp, and that morning when her mother dropped her off, she told her dau

some things to know about me: by inthespacebetween, literature

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some things to know about me:

1. i am going to say the wrong thing. i will stumble over my words, awkward and too loud or too soft but never just right, because i can't really do anything right. in my defense, i'm human. 2. i will worry you. i do my best to be okay but sometimes my best isn't enough, mostly when i feel like i'm not enough, and there's not much i can do about that. i can't promise you that i'll always be okay, but i can promise you that i will always find my way back to it eventually. 3. i'm not always pretty. sometimes, people are ugly, like when they're crying or mad at you for all the wrong reasons. sometimes, you will look at me and wonder why you th

we met in a graveyard by inthespacebetween, literature

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we met in a graveyard

i. she was the lightning to my thunder in the sense that you can't have one without the other, and one sets things on fire in a gorgeous way while the other is harmless but scares people. ii. she drank lady grey tea on rainy days and wore black lace and always, always knew her place. i just drink water. iii. she was the classy and sassy combination that drew people in and tethered them there, and there was something about her that made people stare when she wasn't looking. iv. she was the type of girl who'd put cherry blossoms in her hair but was allergic to the air so it was really safest not to. v. she wanted to change her middle name t

lunaura by inthespacebetween, literature

fire feeds on oxygen by inthespacebetween, literature

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fire feeds on oxygen

they tell you you're gonna get your heart broken , but they don't teach you how to avoid packing dynamite into your lungs and swallowing the lit match that your best friend gives you. when they said 'light up your life' they didn't mean torch it blaze it to the ground and raze every last remnant of something you held close modern-day icarus, you've got your head among the stars, using candlewax to craft wings that won't get you very far. sometimes there are problems you just can't fly away from. (but that doesn't stop you from trying, trying, trying, until they tell you you're hurting yourself) and you always melted when they said th

To The Men Who Burnt Witches by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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To The Men Who Burnt Witches

There is witchcraft in our blood, in our bones we carry the magic that you could not burn away. You see, fire does not eat fire. Your mother would have taught you that if the world hadn’t convinced her that despite her body being able to bring life into this world, she is not a magical thing. Maybe the witches you burned were the daughters of something more holy than you could ever handle. So you set them alight for being different, forgetting that even the son of your God was once condemned for being too pure, too beautiful, too different for this world. History devoured your name, but we have never forgotten what you di

forest of stars by inthespacebetween, literature

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forest of stars

i. you came to me and asked, with tears in your eyes, "what do i do when i am small but my heart is not?" and if i could, i would've passed through galaxies to hold you as i thought. ii. i told you about soul mates and how you can never have just one. i told you that you have time because you're young. i told you about the statistical probability of you never finding love (and in case you're wondering, the answer's still none.) iii. i know the world is big and it feels ever so far, but who needs the earth when you've got the stars? when i look at you, i see clear blue skies, and millions of questions burn in your eyes. i will answer as many

Memories and Rememberance ( Anthology ) by AtypicalLily, literature

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Memories and Rememberance ( Anthology )

Memories and Rememberance i 1. I poured memories into a teacup to soak my soul occasionally with reminiscent sips from the past 2. I wove your memory inside my mind just like the way ivy vines used to curl up against the terracotta walls of your home I cried our moments together onto orchard petals like puddles of dew drops in the frigid morning hours There is something so reminiscent to curl up on patches of green grass among wilting daisies and earthy soil - it makes me think of you And the thought of you has always comforted my lilac heart It would complete this newly turned garden of mine But as my thorny reality has remin

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Artist // Student // Other

Mar 20
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Frostwing-Roseclan

Sep 17, 2016

Wish I could do this! https://www.deviantart.com/scalerandiart/art/I-m-just-a-tail-to-you-624781741

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Frostwing-Roseclan

Sep 17, 2016

But mommy I want one!! *proceeds to throw a temper tantrum* https://www.deviantart.com/oddmountain/art/Endless-Endings-634983299

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Sep 9, 2016

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EmaciatedandEpitaphs

Jul 5, 2017

Hello,
Thank you kindly for the favorite. Also, I apologize for the belated appreciation!

Frostwing-Roseclan

Jul 6, 2017

No problem, and your work is amazing, so no thanks needed

thanks for the fave

No problem, you really deserve it, your work is great!

BejeweledApples

Edited Jan 19, 2017

I hope you saw my reply to your comment on my profile...is your sister okay? Please respond, I want to know.

Frostwing-Roseclan

Jan 20, 2017

She's better but still refuses to sleep without at least one light on, and in all honesty she probably will be scared of the dark for the rest of her life. We've tried to explain to her that it wasn't true, but stuff like that really stays with her. I'm going to show her your comment to try and prove to her that it wasn't real. I really appreciate your concern.

BejeweledApples

Jan 20, 2017

I'm so glad she's okay.

(It sucks that she's scared of the dark now...

) Next time I'll think more before I do stupid stuff.