Stung by needles with golden hilts...and cut by shiny smiles. Memories, made from skin in the colour of scars, and then come the monster butterflies in my belly. Such is the feeling when the past comes back to haunt.Noah_arkenswagg

Hands that only reach for you when you turn to leave, whispers that only say your name when you turn up the music and shut the world out...love that only rears it's head in their hearts when you give up on feeling anything beyond hunger; such is the fleeting nature of man. Noah_arkenswagg

Roses are so beautiful..and so we pluck them and watch them die. Love is a funny thing sometimes, and so I'd rather be a star..you can love me from afar for my beauty..but never will you take me away. Noah_arkenswagg

Bone of my bone, the missing ivory in my rib cage...we could be peas in the same pod if you weren't of a different tree altogether. Flesh of my flesh, together we are better than vanilla with chocolate chips. Apple of my eye? Let's not see what evil we could do together. Noah_arkenswagg

Travelling home in the company of golden stars and silver moons, to the left is a sea of wild grass..a reminder of a future with endless possibilities. To the right, liquid blue, like the sky was admiring itself in a mirror...a reminder of the beauty that awaits me. Noah_arkenswagg

There's one thing I'm scared of. It creeps around in my veins ..at night it crawls into my rib cage and makes a nest, only to colour my cheeks a bright red the next morning. It makes the birds outside my window look like they're winking at me ..and the clouds become more artsy than should be allowed. There are some of you that welcome it...you call it love...I call it my bane....poison. noah_arkenswagg