sabrina-d
Australian
This is the story of a girl with no soul. / I am Saturnine, I am born from the Earth and I aspire to the clouds of dust which surround the most luminous stars. / Lover of the strange, seeker of knowledge, dreamer of passion. / I love bones. I love skin. I love when you can see the plum coloured veins arise from a human's eyelids. / These are my thoughts, my hopes and stories. And I am here to share them with you. / - Sabrina.
I long for darkened dawns followed by lustrous fingers,
the caffeine in your blood, the ripe plum of your veins.
I am the aching limbs and tiger-striped hips,
cracked lips in welcome of lover’s touch.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
You held a damaged girl
in your arms,
only to let her fall
and shatter to pieces.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
This is one of those rare nights
where i just want to be alone,
and feel safe in a blanket of isolation
rather than unraveled and bare,
where others can see me.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
I am your showgirl,
the pretty one
with a sleigh-bell laugh,
whom spoke only when spoken to.
I am your accessory,
arms around my waist,
to add to an image
already destroyed by reputation.
I am the prize,
the trophy,
the girl you have touched
and the one you have kept.
I am your girl you rung
the morning after,
your selfish pleasure,
the first call
when you're in need of satisfaction.
I am your object,
your porcelain doll
with moon-shaped eyes,
you keep in a cabinet
for all to admire.
As not only was i beautiful
in your eyes,
but also possessed
a public attraction
worth using for yourself.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
I tend to imagine myself, 15 years from now,
Being one of those sad people you see
In the corner of cafés,
Pouring whisky into their coffee,
pathetic,
Drained.
Bags drooping from their eyes,
Adding another 20 years
to their tarnished appearance.
In some low income career,
No friends,
No livelihood.
Just themselves and a dingy apartment,
Cigarette butts scattered
From an overturned ashtray.
What sad expectations,
I set for myself.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 2:49 AM UTC
I’ll ring you late,
about ten.
“sure”
you’ll say
and we meet
at the coffee shop,
old,
wallpaper peeled
on each side,
but my favourite.
One,
two coffees,
soy latte for me,
mocha for yourself.
We wander down
abandoned roads
unsure of the destination,
but sure of ourselves,
as we are lost
in conversation.
Cigarette smoke
in air,
and heartbeat quickened,
i feel my love
for you grow.
Yet how can I love
when it is not returned?
Why am i stuck
to my emotions,
grounded by will?
Heartbeat is racing now.
I want to kiss you,
hold you,
the air is cold
and I wish to be warmed
by you,
and only you.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 6:10 AM UTC
I expect it to be like I see in films,
that I would be able
to call you
tell you I am so alone,
and within minutes
hear you knocking at my door,
only to press me against a wall,
your lips tracing patterns
along my neck,
and down my chest.
Have our bodies
create words,
apologies,
our mouths were unable to evoke.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
Because words
meant nothing to us,
only when we touched
would we become immersed
in each other,
only when subtle breath
would escape us,
and only when we join
do we become euphoric.
Drunk in atmosphere,
loaded with ecstasy,
you were the guide
to every movement,
my eyes
with prickling fingertips.
"Be mine"
I whisper.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
I love bones.
I love skin.
I love lungs,
how they make a chest rise
as a person inhales.
I love dawn
I love running
as I pass through mist
on cold mornings.
I love coffee late at night
with a cigarette.
I love the little things
that people do,
such as how they move
or how they touch.
I love knowing I'm alone
consumed by silence
and the air is filled
with conscious thought.
I love dark things,
creepy things,
****** up fairy tales
and beauty in the most hideous
of creatures.
I love the colour grey,
I love when it rains in the city
and every man that passes
is cloaked in dark trenchcoats.
But mostly,
I love waking up
when you sleep so softly
and innocently
next to me,
and I feel
that everything is safe.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
Fingers bound
curling softly
as to not destroy
the skin.
Eyelashes bat
and bones creak
as two lovers
shift in a rhythm
so syncopated
and so in love.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 8:58 AM UTC