The Green RoomThis is my room.The Green Room by Lowland-Swagger
It was plain and white,
with a tightly made bed in the corner
and a crumpled paper-girl lying on the bed,
but you missed it.
Actually, she was made of porcelain,
but she changed into paper when no one was looking.
Paper's more fun.
(You can draw on paper.)
And besides, the porcelain doll was given to me by my school mates,
who I very desperately tried to be,
and whose handwriting I could never quite copy.
Therefore, the first time I threw a tantrum, it wasn't really a tantrum;
I carefully arranged the blankets on the floor
(so the shadows outside my door would think things were according to plan)
and screamed at an octave acceptable without killing things.
I tried to do things by the book, did I.
Even tried t
seeking solacehey you broken-boned and bird thingseeking solace by JadedGrace
is there still soot clinging to your eyelashes
or was that just a vodka-soaked
if i pull you out of the fire will you
tell me that i'm fucking beautiful
no really, no really, no
really, tears of honesty staining and
calcifying your face, i am?
call me your shirley manson
because i would steal a ship
or do time for you in the same
way that i'm some supposedly porcelain
epitome of beauty, lace-draped helen of
troy, persephone edged in black and lightning
broken-boned and bird thing, you're
just that, irrevocably smashed like
everyone else who dreams in colour and
doesn't love me. its the ultimate
agreement isn't it? only existing
once both parties consent
being the only one at the party is just no
I have a fucking nice hat.
Current Residence: I'm not really sure any more.
Favourite style of art: Comics. I am obsessed with comics.
MP3 player of choice: Silver iPod Nano.
Shell of choice: Pretty ones. With sparklies.
Wallpaper of choice: Plain stucco
Skin of choice: Silver and furry
Favourite cartoon character: Totoro, Envy, and Rafiki.
Personal Quote: Never trust a Grand Vizier.