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pansy
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my teras are so heavy you see only your hands i'm drowning you turn your head i'm calling your help you hear only your mind i'm gone suddenly you are alone wandering where to the hell have i gone dressed in white i wait for you in the otherworld
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emmi
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clara, blanca, alba
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puredream
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Running away to big open field. Wearing a white dress, flowers in my hair. I will twirl and will run to you. Sing for you. Stare at the skies with you. Spin with you. Runaway with me.
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sab
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it went white before my eyes all the good cells stayed as they were and the bad cells turned white. hyper colour sab and once all the things that went white were gone [a scraping! a scraping! we shall have a scraping!] they said that i might leak black, for a while tiny black particles like sand and she clasped her hands together and squeeled - i can make my own sandcastles! white is bad and black is good and the world went topsy turvy, for a while and the ringing in my head and the coldness in my vein went away as i went away and i dreamed, though i dont remember what i dreamed and i wore white, thou not by choice and maybe now now that they have conqured my whiteness or so they hope and i hope alongside them maybe i will wear white simply to prove that white will not concquer me
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jane
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i still remember the white dress i wore to her wedding in our backyard. i had fire engine red hair and braces, and i was not as tan as i thought i was. she wore a yellow hawaiian dress, which was appropriate because it was a hawaiian themed wedding. in our backyard. my father served mai tais. thinking back, that wasn't the best idea, seeing as how it was his ex-wife's wedding. i think it was an interesting social experiment. he was giving them to my brother and me. i was sixteen. they tasted like iced tea. i don't know how many i drank. my dad let my brother take over as bartender for awhile. he was eighteen. my brother ended up that night with a bottle of wine in one drunken hand, kicking his car for no reason. i ended up in my room, making out with my cousin. i was barefoot all evening. surprised nobody fell into the pool. mentally checked out. in retrospect, i suppose it was ironic that i wore the white dress that day.
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emmi
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i have this gorgeous white dress. i want to wear it but it's too cold, and i'm too shy.
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misstree
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the garb of ghosts and virgins
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misstree
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on my wall a white dress, barely kissed with lace ruffles, sheer enough to be unabashed, delicately displayed with diamonds and pearls, a simple swan hanging breezily before a scarlet swatch on the cieling above it an empress's garb, black and tattered and threaded with a power of its own, each bit of destruction just so, salaciously clinging funeral shroud, shredded in night's revelries. its arms are outstretched as it soars across cielin'g sky, leaving the body pure and pale and blossoming below it. i cannot remember the last time i wore a white dress but it is a way of being i need to go back to.
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Emptyness Alive
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weddings clean innocence sacrafice virgin life rebirth memories
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unhinged
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my pretty vintage slip/dress with the lapis ribbon that runs through the princess waistband the last time i wore it to work little mal said 'you look like an angel'
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plop
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how are your high heel skills then?
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lg
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don't bother.
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unhinged
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i don't have high heel skills. i walk too much to fuck around with high heels.
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101005
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what's it to you?
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