Sadie-X:...Of The Whipping Boy by GhettoDracula, literature
Literature
Sadie-X:...Of The Whipping Boy
Sadie. Sweet,
sickly psychotic
Sadie.
Dancer, weaver, lover, Fear.
Sadie.
--------
Now that I've failed
at level 'pon level
I'm sure you feel safe
as you leave.
Back turned on me
(and I foolishly
unable to comprehend
you think it your best side).
I cast eyes to the floor
as once I cast tear-drops
(coated over now, with dust of decay)
and pull sheets and sheathing
ever closer to wrap and warp
emotions into
softer things
molded like corseting; ever ready
to burst
apart
but contained and refined,
by the sands of time.
I'm scared of your staying,
more than your going.
And now that you're going,
I see into yo
Each time, darling, I hear the bells
I pray you got your wings.
Watching, reserved, your feminine wiles
expressions of far greater things.
A life above, descended from,
down to the Earth (and downtrodden);
To dance with grace and elegance
marking spring like the first Robin.
A temple lies within your eyes.
"Heretic. Excommunicant. Get out!"
Wandering shell, broken body and bones
remnants of a soul, Devout.
Sadie-X:...Of The Whipping Boy by GhettoDracula, literature
Literature
Sadie-X:...Of The Whipping Boy
Sadie. Sweet,
sickly psychotic
Sadie.
Dancer, weaver, lover, Fear.
Sadie.
--------
Now that I've failed
at level 'pon level
I'm sure you feel safe
as you leave.
Back turned on me
(and I foolishly
unable to comprehend
you think it your best side).
I cast eyes to the floor
as once I cast tear-drops
(coated over now, with dust of decay)
and pull sheets and sheathing
ever closer to wrap and warp
emotions into
softer things
molded like corseting; ever ready
to burst
apart
but contained and refined,
by the sands of time.
I'm scared of your staying,
more than your going.
And now that you're going,
I see into yo
Each time, darling, I hear the bells
I pray you got your wings.
Watching, reserved, your feminine wiles
expressions of far greater things.
A life above, descended from,
down to the Earth (and downtrodden);
To dance with grace and elegance
marking spring like the first Robin.
A temple lies within your eyes.
"Heretic. Excommunicant. Get out!"
Wandering shell, broken body and bones
remnants of a soul, Devout.
So it's probably my favourite time of the year to be out taking pictures and suchwhat.
But I am worn to the friggen bone and still driving forward.
I will try to get some updates up as soon as I can though.
Camera is finally back, all seems to be in working order. Should be putting it to use quite soon(just as soon as some time in my schedule opens up so that I am able to friggen breathe!)
Thank you very much for the fav and sorry for answering so late. The feedback on my picture was much more than normal and I am only able to respond a small part of favs per day.
You're welcome. Total respect to you for going so far out of your way to answer at all, considering the volume. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you moreso, however, for creating and sharing your art.