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book mania Aug 2015
I told myself not to fall back into you're arms
that you were out to get me
even though you were the only person I had
I told myself that your words were lies
that you were just lying to me
I told myself not to get to comfortable
because it will all be gone soon
I told myself not to fall in love with  you
because you are sick and insane
But I guess I loved it like the cigarettes I smoke
you were my drug
that kept me so high
for so long.
Ahs, Violet's point of view to Tate. Ya I know, i'm a fangirl :/
Billows of blue sheets
Scarlet ribbons in the sky
Violet petals
Gold strewn across the heavens
Dazzle me. Then the sun sets.
Arcassin B Jul 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


I gotta be a man for you,
Eliminate The circumstance for you,
There's no other quick way to prove,
How deeply I'm so in love with you,
We create our own little horror story,
Witches and covens make the best out of a love spell,
I couldn't tell,
You give me no hell,
But you make me tear up when I stare down at you,
Watching the light as it propelled,
Giving pride to others when you react alot,
Serving the audience like giving out crack,
In plastic bags where the dreams grow,
So does the shrums,
I swear your ambition can consume,
Replace my fragments,
Kissing would be hell and heaven,
Screaming back and forth,
Arguments,
We'll never get into one,
I love more than the sun,
If I could blow it for you I would,
Maybe,
Do something your feelings never could,
I miss you violet.
Violet from American horror story ;-)  and also happy birthday to me its still July 1st
ellie May 2015
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
stars still enliven the shadowy night sky,
but those far-reaching streaks of lavender
escaped
the evening’s backdrop
before I could engrave them into my memory.
the snug, lilac comforter on my own bed
no longer a safe haven,
a rigid, metal cage,
trapping me within my midnight hallucinations.
eyes close over and over again,
yet i can’t find a way to escape
from the pale, mauve speckles
that dotted your brown eyes
whenever the moonlight shined down on them.
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
i followed your footsteps,
etched into the remains of my heart,
repaired so below par with the thinnest papier-mâchéu.
but they only led me to a solemn place
where no soul had ever set foot.
faultless, pallid fingertips
trace over deep, orchid indentations of your name,
carved heavily into the walls,
framing my hiding place,
wholly staining your acrid touch into yet another expanse of myself.
every last brush of skin on the hard plaster,
sent me searching, further and further away from you.
laying motionlessly,
overtaken by worn-down gusts of yesterday’s altitudes.
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
daybreak sun rises,
somber shades of purple escape from the horizon.
i haven’t slept a second,
for i fear the dark purple tint that lies behind my eyelids.
light pours through thin cracks of closet doors,
yet the illumination fails to cast shadows off your rigid silhouette .
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
i miss you.
ryn Mar 2015
Hues of violet
As the azure meets the reddened sun
Sparse deflated clouds
Floated quiet as into each other, the colours run

Lavender streaks
Trail far into the horizon
Tracking the sunset
As the hour struck seven

Purple gladioluses
Bowed to the evening sea breeze
As if mourning the departure
Of the day's warmth with silent pleas

The orb finally sank
Beyond my sight could reach
Disappeared from here
But rising over someone else's beach

Last dregs of light
Slowly swallowed, giving birth to indigo
This night would last long
Before the first rays of tomorrow...
Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
Windy torrents of water and thunders echo
against a silent brown house,
It's large grey doors open, shrill voices sing,
chandeliers burn...
more sounds are heard outside, like a hailing.
chandeliers burning the ceiling...
statue wax ivory figures melt, burning in their
passion, melting turned violet red they have become
hopeful, promises of painless joys, power over
wars, famine, disease and all things of darkness
are whispered in hushed sincerity and prayers
but still vague and opaque.
Even now a banging of hail, leaves upon a pane
all the doors blow open now
and with a shriek all of wind in the drops are
scattered drenching, so even the mid morning rain
can still drip earth upon the clear white figures
revealing their true origin
rendered **** by what once made them.
Tangerine Dec 2014
𝒴𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌.
𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌.

𝑅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃,
𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃.

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒,
𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒.

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜.
Matthew Harlovic Oct 2014
I popped open a vein to paint my blues, violet

© Matthew Harlovic
hannah Oct 2014
it was the music,
if it weren't for the music we wouldn't be friends.
she would be alone with nothing but a bottle of anti-
depressants and darkness.
but i am here.
i will always be here and i will never leave her side
because life might not be a bucket of rainbows and
flowers right now but i believe that one day it will be.
and i will be here when that day comes.
and i really hope she never forgets,
it was the music.
its going to turn out okay darling please stay alive. x
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