| about; Welcome to Dragonfly. A cult for the better of VF. We're all about personality. We don't accept everyone. This cult is for those who actually possess a brain, not only good looks. We only ask that you'd be active and that you have a personal, meaningful profile. Nothing less, nothing more. Don't expect lots of game threads in here, we've narrowed those down to 4, maybe 5. High amounts of posts are achieved by chats, debates and other healthy threads. While you're pending, we'll take a look at your profile to decide whether you belong here or not.  | staff;  Burgundy - Owner  Woeful_Masquerade - Co-Owner  SurgicalHorror - Root  Death_Rocker101 - Root  Dragul - Root  BorderliningInsanity - Root affiliates; ElegantWaste __ TheInkTransplants __ FirstClass __ Inf3cted __ Picturesque __ -Photoshop_Addicts- __ SuicideKittens __ Signatures __ Wicked-Icons __ Coffin_Cuties __ Riot-Grrrls __ Resplendent __ Sexuel __ moshhh_ -x-teenage-outcasts-x- __ Adorable Bites __ |
| banners; | Featured;  | contest winners;                                                               Best Icon With You On It; BrokenIllusions          Best Sad Poem; Woeful_Masquerade Reaching Her simple steps, echo sorrow in their shouts, and drawing shut the curtains, she blocks out the sun. Dancing around words, that cannot be spoken; her eyes speak of such emotion; yet her tears drop without a single sound. Begging for condolence from pride, love can bruise so bad. Red ink spills across her arm, that is the parchment. You’re reaching with sleepy-eyed movements, but she’s gone.              Best Poem; Woeful_Masquerade The Falling Sky Sleep dragging down; psychedelic fantasies all around. Spiders weave webs of simplicity; purple spots on my vison forever slipping. Butterflies dip down to the ground, lashing at the reaper. Green pills scattered on the ground; the joker cries - no one knows why, his sadness curled up all inside. Joining the joker, and kissing the reaper. Dancing with the butterfly. Green pills in my palm... sweet taste on my tongue, deformed clowns trapped within the clouds. I'm running from the sky, for it is falling, staring at the joker as he falls down. Sugary kisses, sparkly tears, down comes the sky and we all fall down. To place the tears within my heart, I fall within the leaves, The crimson of my blood poured out upon the trees. The storm within my mind reflects the sky above, Screams lifted on the whipping wind. Again and again, I fall, into the twisting chaos of the wind. Only to lay my crimson body upon the ground, the golden of my heart spread beneath me, and all around. The fading colors of my soul, fill the passer with glee. Live to yet die again, within the swimming sea |
