Silence creeps in,
where once laughter lived,
and you are gone from me,
to places I know not where.
The sun holds no warmth,
and the shadows no comfort,
and delight's darling dies slowly,
frightened of her fading form.
Phoenix Fire FlingLoving you feels like screaming into the wind,Phoenix Fire Fling by MercuryStarlight
or setting off fireworks in a vacant lot,
like late-night street racing,
running from the cops.
It feels like neon lights
and tequila and skateboard tricks.
Loving you feels like dying,
and live being more alive than ever.
UntitledI've been so alone in the darkUntitled by MercuryStarlight
for so very, very long
that I've forgotten how to be human
Unlovelyof course i love you, of course- forever and ever.Unlovely by MercuryStarlight
more than the sun and the moon and the stars,
and stop crying now, really-
it didn't hurt that much, did it?
god, you're always blowing things out of proportion,
why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy?
oh, you're going to cry again? typical.
why do you always have to ruin everything?
this is why no one likes you, you know.
come here, i'm not going to hit you-
jesus, why would you even think that?
when have i ever hit you?
what do you mean, just now?
that bruise wasn't me, i didn't do that-
you did that to yourself.
you're lucky to have me- you're lucky i put up with you.
no one else could ever stand to touch you.
no one else would- no one else will ever love you,
not like i do.
except this is not love.
in congratulations on your recent nuptialsi have spent the past three nights shaking andin congratulations on your recent nuptials by MisfitableGrae
thinking about how many poems i would write if i knew
where to send them. don’t think that i’ve forgotten you,
please, because i promise i haven’t. i still remember how you
take your eggs on saturday and how you make yourself
fall asleep when it’s four a.m. and you don’t want to leave yet.
it’s more than that too, okay, i remember your body,
firm against my body, your voice in my car,
your hair ties around my wrists, your chest rising
and falling with every one of my heartbeats.
all my poems. you were everything significant.
you were my late night tuesdays and the only thing that
got me out of bed on wednesdays.
you were too risky to let go of, you were always
too much to hold.
i’m sorry i don’t know your new address.
but i still have the old one on me somewhere, pressed
into the soles of my feet and the gaps between my teeth.
i remember who we were there, hiding behind
your garden s
The Art Of Dying -FRThe Art Of DyingThe Art Of Dying -FR by ChildSlayer
The winds picked up.
They stormed relentlessly across the frozen wasteland.
Monk shouldered his way out of his den and sniffed the air. “The Ice Warden has finally caught up to us.”
A shadow moved against the walls of the leader’s den, which had been erected within the remains of a massive beast. “You sound as if you had anticipated it.” Godflesh’s voice was sweet and thick like dark honey. She had apparently been guarding his den, a job she took on at seemingly random timing.
“I have..” Monk looked up at the sky, which had suddenly become alive with a writhing apparition- an emerald wraith like a dragon stretching from horizon to horizon. “But his flight had started the war.” He lowered his head from the awful sight, a righteous look in his four ruby eyes. The green light danced on the black leather of his wings as he turned back to the opening of his den. But he stopped. Without turning, he asked,
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More about me: I currently live in Indiana. It's a beautiful state, but it can feel a bit remote here sometimes. Not a lot happens here, but at least it's a mostly okay place to live.
I do a lot of art-type things- I draw (both digital and traditional), write, do photography (though not a lot of that lately since my camera died a tragic death a few years ago), a bit of sculpture (mostly clay and a pint of whittling, I'm not very good yet). I used to paint, but I only have a few colors of paint and not a lot of brushes, and also nothing to paint on, to that's off the table for now.
Most of my writing is original poetry (not fandom-related, though some is fandom-inspired), but I do my fair share of fan art and fanfiction too. Most of my fanfiction is posted to my Ao3 and ffn accounts, both are "ashesfromashes" if you want to look me up. The addresses for those websites are archiveofourown.org and fanfiction.net, if you're unfamiliar with those.
For fanart, I mostly do Homestuck, Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion, the Grisha Trilogy, and Harry Potter.
I'm scattered across the web under various usernames, but you can find me on tumblr as smallsith or lightingthefireflies, and on twitter as @smallsith. On Ao3, FFN, and Flight Rising I'm AshesFromAshes, and on Pinterest I'm Mercurystarlite, and you can look me up there if you want!
While I'd rather not get into specifics because this is about my art, not me, I ask that if you use they/them/theirs/themself pronouns when referring to me, that would be wonderful.