~she looked into his eyes and saw galaxies , nebulae and infinite mountains of silver , stars trailing from his fingertips but she realized that she was merely a comet , another shooting star quickly fading from his sight to be forgotten .~ by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn
but he was her sun .
dear almost lover ,i. sonnets are spun of silver ,dear almost lover , by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn
allegories arise out of angelical actions ,
but i cannot promise you the stars .
i can promise you explorations of the unknown ,
many questions and not enough answers ,
but pain is not something that you can escape .
our love was not made for movie screens ,
a wild tangle of erupted cowards ,
we willed ourselves damnation and
earned every uncorruption .
( heaven's glory is eclipsed by pain ,
gentleness is an unearned affliction . )
what could we write aboutpart i.what could we write about by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn
maybe the way translucent leaves shine with sunlight
filtering through verdant branches.
[it's your soul, hiding beneath breaths of
life and shining with pale sin.]
or the way you fall in love
for the very first time.
[the kiss was backlit with
her eyes held cosmic terrors]
and the metamorphosis of birth in a
microcosm of life, a precious utopia torn apart,
but we will return one day and our hearts will be
healed in uncorruption once more.
[growing pains start early,
as a Phoenix falls, another must take its burden.]
but do you remember how
your morning tea
would swirl with cream,
steam crawling out of her cup of coffee.
[possibilities and problems,
slipping from your grip like
down your grandmother's window:
it wants to drown us all.]
and the way God shook out
His hand to feed the fireflies:
they fell like stardust, a
waterfall of silver nebulae
complete in shimmering radiances
day six (heartsickness is cliche)i. Mayaday six (heartsickness is cliche) by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn
i met you
months after you
emerged from the womb,
we adopted you and
our hearts now beat one in the
no words can describe
how much you mean to me .
you are my Savior and my true
love , my soul mate and
lovers are not crossed if they
were meant to be .
you are of natural birth
but hold yourself like Queen
of the Stars , raising a warrior
was never an easy job --
for the mother and the child .
you taught me how
to be a lioness ,
stood up for me
but did not fight my war ,
showed me how to win the battles
without blood .
i'll leave this one
blank because i
being the selfish
liar i am can't choose
who to type .
they'll all hurt you in the
end , and this journey isn't as
lovely as it first appeared .
so this is to my future soul mates ,
the porcelain souls
whose scars match my own ,
the almost-lovers and the
lost sinners and the uncontrollable
you know how i feel .
Last Flowers to the HospitalThe last flowers to the hospitalLast Flowers to the Hospital by BloodshotInk
were peach calla lilies,
upturned cups. (
Peach cordial smashed
across the sterilitical floor-way,
the frantic hup-hup-hup-hup
with no clear reasoning,
with no response.
) A late response
to those wilting hours;
the last flowers to the hospital.
The first flowers, burnt around the edges with funereal inertia, to lay beside her in the ground.
Cars, Cars, CarsRemember the car show I went to about a month ago? Well I still have a couple hundred photos from that to be posting, just been too lazy. And I went to a race last weekend, so I've got a bunch of photos from that to put up. Not to mention that there's another car show coming up this week... You've been warned. And I'm sorry, I promise I will try to update my writing more often! Writer's block in everything. Haven't even been able to write poems lately. By the way, things are actually going pretty good lately, so thanks for the encouragement and everything! Okay bye.Cars, Cars, Cars by RueTris
hello fellow earthlings of dA! i am Belle (like the princess ) but if you prefer funky nicknames y'all can call me Waffles! i am an avid writer and obsessed with poetry, so if you browse my gallery you'll find it full of poems about love, relationships, depression, and life. (=|
other than writing, I love to read (mostly YA fiction), ride horses, (i'm going to have a summer job helping out my instructor with her stable and stuff! super excited! ) reread books , watch youtube, shoot arrows (I take archery lessons!) and support others who are going through the same things I have.
oh, on that note, if you are feeling depressed or lonely or anything that you want help with, feel free to drop me a note. i love to help people who are going through crap because I have gone through the worst hell and gotten out of it alive. it makes me very happy to be able to help others as well. if you want to talk to me about anything, shoot me a PM and if you want me to pray for you, shoot me a PM too! i'll help you for absolutely no price, people shouldn't have to pay for help and advice. (=
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~Waffles, the Majestic Empress of Gondolin, signing out.