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Boys Don't Cry II It seemed like nearly everything was grey.Boys Don't Cry II by ~Kill-Natalie
Evan's room was a cave. The color of granite. From his walls to the ceiling to the thick comforter on his bed, things were varying shades of winter sky. The crowded space was almost monochromatic; except for his coal-colored carpet, which gave the quadrilateral space the feeling of a deep and dry cave. With the rock-colored curtains drawn over the windows, it was almost a spelunking experience for Evan to stretch his long legs across his bed.
Then, at that moment, the blinds were rolled up tightly to the black metal bars that held them, the window cracked open to a January sky, and Evan sat on hi
Boys Don't Cry 1. Evan is not like most people, possibly because Evan does not like most people. Currently in his Junior year of high school he makes a point of missing two-fifths of the school week nearly every week he can get away with it. He dislikes the vast majority of his peers, his superiors and his inferiors, keeping mostly to himself unless he really needs something; and even in that case he'd rather tick-tack his fingers on a computer keyboard in search of the answer rather than consult another human being for something. Possibly Evan's only acts of audacity are that he wears black from head to toe, dressing like he's perpetually heading to a funeralBoys Don't Cry 1. by ~Kill-Natalie
07. Mon amour, the ink sea07. by ~Kill-Natalie
the tangerine moon, your teeth are
pressed pages of the most treasured books,
Song of Songs, Hymne à la Beauté
the blacks of your eyes are where the poet
dips his pen and composes the night skies,
the equinox, deep forests of
frigid pines where lovers dodge their
smiles like a dancing Artemis
My love,you are winter and you are summer
your eyes are the sea of Venus's birth
your mouth my place of reprieve
you are clothed in infinities, a thousand
perfect tomorrows
You are the cosmos, where
both the singing robin and the
collapsing star are symbols of eternity
your voice is the cello's hum
your
Paint. by ~Kill-Natalie
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Too young to die?
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Too young to die?