Cry out and ShoutWhen You enter my room,Cry out and Shout by ~Silverstone-Dancer
I scream. I shout.
I act like nothing's wrong.
And You make Me feel like me.
You step over the bitter threshold and command.
I follow You out; I cannot disobey.
You stare and You speak.
Poison Your tongue; honey Your lips.
You stare, You speak.
I scream. I shout.
i act like nothing's wrong.
You make Me feel like me.
Vinegar Your words, stone Your ears.
Reason is ice in Your breath.
You and i know that something's wrong.
i know that but I won't admit it.
i scream. i shout.
i act like nothing's wrong.
When You leave me in My room,
i cry, quietly like normal, because everything is wrong.
Calling Mother “Hello, mother, how have you been? It’s Johnny, calling from New York.Calling Mother by ~Silverstone-Dancer
“The weather’s terrible, muggy and at the same time windy. Katie- my friend from college, you remember her- is complaining that her hair is curling from the humidity. I’m having a similar issue, and it makes me look a little ragged, or more so than normal in any event.
“I heard that things had gotten particularly bad in your region. Don’t worry, they haven’t much worsened over here. Same old, same old. Mr Nielsen was complaining his niece got chased nearly the entire way home, can you imagine? She had apparently fo
Halloween Story- JackIt was quite a night; the sky was morbid and cloudy as David sat on his porch, watching little kids with some satisfaction as they stared at him hopefully and sagged in disappointment once they realized he wasn't going to give them candy.Halloween Story- Jack by ~Silverstone-Dancer
He looked at the moon, creepy and full and yellowy with dust. Clouds wrapped around it forebodingly, but he ignored them in favor of paying attention to the book he was reading. It was boring beyond belief.
Some kids just a little younger than him but clearly too old (in his humble opinion) to be trick-or-treating came up to him and asked him for candy, saying trick or treat with the kind of tone that let
SHM 103 A bolt of silk, several yards of a woolly cloth, and a massive amount of lace-overlaid cottony stuff. That should do for the simple cloth, Ispilu thought.SHM 103 by ~Silverstone-Dancer
She had gone walking earlier in the day and found several feathers and managed to purchase a small package of bells, which she supposed worked as ornaments. She also prayed that bones worket as well, because when she had gotten the animal skin, the bones kind of came with it. And she was partial to bone jewelery, really, skulls made the best earrings.
A simple foxfur would do well, she thought, particularly because of its lovely colour and sleekness.
Ispilu had also pu
Splinter helixEMBRYOSplinter helix by *neonxaos
a derelict building shifts its swollen form
wire cage elevators moving carefully as it swallows
nestled in a womb of fragile concrete fibres
the child of paint and pastel colours stirs
searching blindly for that energetic outside world
it stretches its delicate arms like an earthquake
SAPLING
Tell me where you come from, what you remember
of the black ground. Talk in riddles only your kind
understands, talk in flowers, talk in thorny branches.
You crack the foundations in starlike patterns, and
you stretch the heart of you for the concrete above,
longing to carry the sky as a bed for the Sun.
GENERATION
the twisting fles
Artistic 
Sta.sh
Happy Birthday! 
