'Emilie Rose part I' by Ravyn LaRue

I am somehow both blood and flowers.

The Skull and the Daisies- it wound up being a better representation than I even imagined.

I don’t get the purpose of such divided little boxes.

I want my spirit to flow throughout, bumbling over gardens and graves.

There should be no reason to choose this or that.

I want to draw this-

With all the colors I have.

And myself as dark, though I’m not in reality.

My eyes shall be the same deep grey of the sea, as they’ve always been.

My eyes shall be the same light blue of the clouds, as they’ve always been.

My eyes shall be the same dull green of the stones, as they’ve always been.

I’ll make my hair brand new, as I shall soon someday.

I like being the hybrid, even though every side likes to either fight for or against you.

Do I look like I care?

My soul is my own, and that is what really matters.

My body is just a husk, but I may as well get as comfortable as possible with her.

I’ll name her and paint her and sometimes show my skin.

I’ll do what I damn well please, chance the consequences, and go on.

And go on.

Until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says “You are nothing”

I will go on as I am.

A brilliant representation of all I strive for and adore.

I will be art as myself.

Because that is what my life is about.

That is what I need to be about.