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Who the hell is Interrobang?! Who the hell is Interrobang?!Who the hell is Interrobang?! by ~catseyekitty
He's the mutated love child of a question and an exclamation,
He's the cry of a howler monkey whose banana has been stolen
He's also the head tilt of a child who can't ever get past 'why?'
He's smirking at the end when you grab your sister and scream:
'Where the hell is my lipstick?!'
Shh...
Let Ellipsis surround you
She's the one with her hands always reacting
Arranged like the three little monkeys
To hear not the knotted voice of a screamer
To see not the eyes of the Tigers opening their jaws
Her soft voice lets the words fade to silence
Not a sharp Slash or a running Dash or whispering Parenthesis
Just dear,
A PortraitThe studio that Lily sat in was obviously set to be condemned, even if she hadn’t seen the sign outside. It was stripped bare of embellishment, and left to rot until the day that the building collapsed into rubble. She felt as if she was the only thing that was alive in this dilapidated hellhole. She was perched onto a small stool with her legs crossed underneath her cheap skirt, and set aside to resemble a lady. Her knees jutted out from muscles thinned from unnatural causes, likely the starvation diet she used to stay skinny as a corpse. Her arms were barely strong enough to keep up her posture, which wished to sag like a scarecrow, aA Portrait by ~catseyekitty
Instructions: Apply Pressure and LoveThere was a voidInstructions: Apply Pressure and Love by ~catseyekitty
Where sky and moon
Now dance with heavenly spheres
There was a void
Until his hand pushed
My life together into
A spontaneous
BANG!
I spread like a universe
Filled with suns and stars.
From Hermes' PocketDear Diary,From Hermes' Pocket by ~catseyekitty
It’s a conspiracy! I swear Zeus has it out for me; all of them do. They all ignore that Hermes keeps stealing my diaries! They never give me a break, they always tease my dog (which is just not right), and Aphrodite even has the gall to call my fashion-less. Fashion-less? Let's see her look like a model in a damp, muddy hellhole!
I have never been lucky. In fact, if you ask even the lowest of humans, they would answer it all started when I was a baby. A baby! I was born, and my dad swallowed me. Have you ever been swallowed? It’s disgusting, diary. Sure I got out, but then they stuck m
Sta.sh
