The Autumn Child (
sharpeningthebones) wrote in
rainbowfic2013-04-21 04:14 am
Entry tags:
Halloween Orange
Name: Charley
Story: None
Colors: Halloween Orange - Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I couldn't brain for most words but I could brain for this. *shrug*
And here I am telling you these stories. Wrapping you up, holding you close.
I'm letting you see inside my mind. Cracking open my skull and bleeding out.
I'm singing songs, writing poems, screaming out stories til my voice is raw.
Because that's what I am. Amongst everything else, I am wicked thing, telling tales.
I've got words on my hands, scrawled in blue ink and written by candlelight.
I've got words covering my eyelids, stories so black you can't make them out anymore.
I've god poems across my heart, holding it up to the light so it can see.
I've got song on my tongue, sweet, sweet songs for you and for me.
Because I am writer, a creator, a muse without any boundaries.
I am a creature meant to rain down words upon the world. I am meant for creation.
I am a song and a sonnet. I am a tale to be told. I am the wonder of words.
And I am brave enough, beyond everything else, to stand up and say "Yes, this is what I am."
Story: None
Colors: Halloween Orange - Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I couldn't brain for most words but I could brain for this. *shrug*
And here I am telling you these stories. Wrapping you up, holding you close.
I'm letting you see inside my mind. Cracking open my skull and bleeding out.
I'm singing songs, writing poems, screaming out stories til my voice is raw.
Because that's what I am. Amongst everything else, I am wicked thing, telling tales.
I've got words on my hands, scrawled in blue ink and written by candlelight.
I've got words covering my eyelids, stories so black you can't make them out anymore.
I've god poems across my heart, holding it up to the light so it can see.
I've got song on my tongue, sweet, sweet songs for you and for me.
Because I am writer, a creator, a muse without any boundaries.
I am a creature meant to rain down words upon the world. I am meant for creation.
I am a song and a sonnet. I am a tale to be told. I am the wonder of words.
And I am brave enough, beyond everything else, to stand up and say "Yes, this is what I am."

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♥ Wonderfully written! Honestly! This is amazing! :-)