NiwatoriYoYo

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Little Bells by Rosary0fSighs, literature

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Little Bells

buried, hush beneath the prayers of priests, her casket tied in pink ribbon. forbidden words sounded in a church the blush of altar boys in the cold morning. A car crash: drops of blood under pale light. the soft press of red in a sleeve, hospital corridors and sirens in the night. Fairytales vanish into the streets in their place, white flowers grow. a little matchstick girl; buried under candlelight beneath the gentle fall of powdered snow.

Benevolence by Rosary0fSighs, literature

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Benevolence

Your bones are sharp chips of obsidian, lacing the marrow. and we swallow fish scales, searching for sad pierrots with silk tears. desperate hands clamber for the scars of youth; a childish whisper wrapped in the cloth of moth-eaten raincoats. We curled in the cold light of the letterbox drinking in the weight of unmarked stamps from the Dead Sea. I held broken satellites to your lips so you could kiss the stars and you whispered prayer to Botticelli and the colours of Lovecraft tissue-papered with gold. We trip over the wings of bluebird cries as snow melts our teeth like wax and blood the colour of crushed red velvet that w

Crosses In The Palm by Rosary0fSighs, literature

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Crosses In The Palm

Regrets stepped over our palms; her feet were paper soft. We touch whiskey-kissed lips to city streets and our hands dance an embrace of cigarettes. We whispered desperate prayers into the hollow Each breath a cold promise on slivers of flesh. You spilled silk words over citadels in hushed skies blushed with red. We told lies into empty bottles And mourned unsaid gospels in the dust One sin into another with crushed paper-gold tainting us in childish lust You thought liquid smiles and smoke could wrap our souls and make us forget - and I tied us into letters our names written together, curled words spelled in s

About NiwatoriYoYo

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May 1
Australia
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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I'm a bubblegum sculpture that fell into a box of sharp cats.

Current Residence: A place to far
Favourite genre of music: I don't beleive in Genres
Favourite photographer: Ruby, Genna
Operating System: Vista *stabs*
MP3 player of choice: Sansa
Skin of choice: Suntan? Fuck that.
Personal Quote: I'm not paranoid. I'm just a little suspicious of your modivation.

Favourite Visual Artist

My Mother, Andy Warhol, David Firth, Patrick Reid,

Favourite Movies

A.I., A Clockwork Orange, Amelie, Alice in Wonderland, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind..&

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

My Chemical Romance, Placebo, The Bravery, The Killers, Mindless Self-Indulgence, The Matches

Favourite Writers

Steven King, Anne Rice.. Ruby

Favourite Games

various, old and new

Favourite Gaming Platform

Whatever's closest. Emulators ftw

Tools of the Trade

Keyboard, mouse, an internet full of softwear pirates, a cheap camera

Other Interests

The usual.

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NiwatoriYoYo

Jul 20, 2010

decision

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I decided that I'll make a new DA account, which I'll probably use even less than this one. I'll only have a few things I have here on it, because some (most) of the stuff on here is god awful stuff from when I was 14-15 and I can't stand looking at it but I can't bring myself to delete it either. I might post a link to my new account. Maybe. If I like you enough. =)

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NiwatoriYoYo

Jul 9, 2010

Maybe

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Maybe I wouldn't turn into a frog Maybe I would just smile Maybe I would too.

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NiwatoriYoYo

Oct 19, 2009

dream

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I had to stab his eyes out; I had to. It was for his own good. I withdrew. I think I was covered in blood. He couldn't live here, I told him, they would find him. But if for some reason, there was a large hole in the roof (I proceeded to make one with my hairclip) if he was to crawl up inside, he could surely live there. He smiled. The hole wasn't very big. I gave him dad's handmade knife in case he wanted to make it bigger. I was sure the slow security guard wouldn't think to look up, or see the peices of roof on the ground undernieth. I went home. On a plastic shoulder bag, a fighting fish stuck to the front. It used its fins like legs