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I Belong to The HurricaneI belong to the hurricane
the screaming, untamed maelstrom that cleaves away puppet strings
and sharpens its teeth on misconceptions.
I belong to the harsh cold winter of an aching truth
one that beats a drum like a heartbeat under the graveyards,
whispering things that our ancestors knew (but we have forgotten).
I belong to the hurricane
yeah, that's the one the same storm that broke my back and scratched at my eyes.
It flayed open my chest and showed me my own diamond bones.
I belong to angels with battle-torn wings and voices raw from howling!
I belong to war
and to the air that sings a dirge for your dying freedoms.
I belong to the stark white walls of an empty room,
in the form of dangerous thoughts breathing in your ear.
I belong to rebellion.
So here, my friend, is to the bullet casings on your floor,
And bandages made of blankets you once slept soundly under,
And heartlines worn deep in the palms of your hands.
NaraThey fell together,
One after the other,
A killer and a mute.
And this was no love story,
Although they did love each other,
And watched over each other like guardian angels.
The killer's eyes were black, although he was first to learn
How gentle black could be when in the presence of the mute girl.
The mute girl's hands were angry when she spoke,
Although she was first to learn how easily he could calm them.
This is no love story,
Although they did love each other, dearly.
This is a story of a brother and a sister,
Related only by the smile they reserved for each other,
And closer than many siblings could ever be.
Battle-BornStand your ground, and shout yourself raw
You're a soldier and you will not die. YOU WILL NOT DIE.
You're an Amazon warrior, love, and I'm right beside you -
Hell, I ain't
Any kind of angel, but sister, I'll fight tooth and nail; I'll pull my weight.
See my wings have been broken, but I'm not done,
And I love you,
And for me that's damn well enough.
Because we weren't born for romance,
You and I we were born
For combat, bullets and singing metal and ringing ears.
Hold your rifle high, sweetheart,
And grin through my cutting words, because
You know it means I'm shivering for the fight.
You know my pet-names are condescending and endearing.
And that I am taunting them through reassuring you.
We are not the calm in the storm, though, sister, and you know it.
We are the storm we are the hurricane, TWO ON TWO THOUSAND,
And it's as if each of us were wrath itself,
Screaming fire and cutting to the quic
Purple HazeWhen you grow cold,
Your scars show up purple,
Like bruises, like madness, like pain.
And you lit yourself on fire to hide them from me,
But the smell of brimstone could not erase my memory.
I watched your hair curl and fizzle in the heat,
And without emotion, reached in and pulled you out.
As if we had done this a thousand times before.
As if I knew the exact depth of your trust issues.
As if I could somehow protect you from them.
To The LostWhere did you go?
I wonder if you even thought about it.
As only yourself, a shadow against the dark.
Where did you go?
I whispered as you disappeared,
And you did not tell me.
Storm GirlOne day she was just there, appearing from nowhere. She came down from heaven, a little girl with eyes as pale as the moon and a heart as big as the sky. She was small and paper-thin, round-faced, more graceful than any ballerina. She never wore anything except her frayed, tattered white sundress, which was quickly fading to a dingy gray because she was so fond of dirt, and detested shoes. Signs of civilization were scarce in her, from her wild, silky mahogany mane to her tiny, scraped feet. There was no way to tame her, no matter how we tried. She would thank us so politely for clothes and shoes and toys, then neatly stow them away in her closet and tumble into the grass outside.
Her voice was the only thing that did not fit with the rest of her. For such a raw, uncivilized child, she was very honest, very polite, and very wise. Every time she opened her small, solemn mouth, something strange and y
Fire ChildYou told me not to go out at night,
Because of the mangled corpse dumped at our neighbor's house.
But you know me,
And the crazy lurking behind these eyes.
You know I can't live without a little rebellion.
So build me a bonfire to dance around,
And I'll scream at the sky, crush stars beneath my feet.
Stack the branches high, let me climb to the top
And drop the match from hands soaked in gasoline.
You thought the purple haze was just a notion
In a dream-addled brain, nothing for the sane person to bother with,
And you were right!
So what does that say about us?
We lost the world before we found ourselves. (We just had to lose it all.)
It's not that we're losers ourselves;
We'll gladly tear the guts out of those who would subdue us!
It's that this world isn't ours, never was, isn't good enough.
It's that we're always out for more, ripping chunks from the universe
With teeth sharpened on a lack of remorse.
We'll ring our eyes in ash and scare the complacent from their beds.
This Is...The night your guardian angel fell asleep.
This is the night that anything can happen
The night that my eyes are black from lack of light.
This is your summer of darkness.
I just heard your voice again
You should've seen my hands.
They shook like my voice rarely does,
Caging fury, pulling back wrath.
You don't fucking know me!
Don't pretend you do.
Don't try your coercion.
I WON'T FUCKING TAKE YOU BACK.
This is the night your guardian angel fell asleep.
The night blisters and coffee burned my skin instead of starlight.
The night when reality crashes through your window,
And sleeps beside you like a nightmare.
I don't give a damn about your fear.
I AM THE ABSENCE OF FEAR.
I may save your life but I won't stay in it.
Live like I never crossed your mind!
You've blindfolded yourself to the hellfire spewing from my eyes.
I warned you and you didn't have the sense to listen.
I told you I'm not like they are.
I don't simper and sway and forgive so easily.
This is the
RealizeI don't think you realize
Just exactly what you did.
I don't think you quite understand
The magnitude of your situation.
But me? Oh, I won't say anything.
Nothing to ruin your summer.
But with fall fast approaching
Don't sing to me with your silver tongue
And don't touch me with your cracking hands.
Stay far away from me
So my wrath, my rage, my snapping teeth
Do not reach your ears.
Live in your blissful ignorance
As the acid slides past my snarling jaws.
Because I believe that you will not change.
The anthem of your heartbeat will not so much as flutter.
Or perhaps you have no heart to make a beat.
Perhaps your carelessness is truly that
Instead of taking for granted what you shouldn't have.
In any case, why should I sleep,
If my insomnia begs me not to?
What do I have to lose from you,
If I stay up, and dream of a dying star?
The answer is obviously nothing.
Nothing, like the hollow beat of a drum.
The hollow echo of an absent heart HA!
You, my former f
Reflected InspectionReflected Inspection
Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.
Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.
Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.
Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.
Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.
Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.
Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.
Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.
Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.
Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?
And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.
With me looking
Writer's BlockA writer's block is something nobody can bear,
That's the truth, that I swear.
We all have a specific goal that we write for,
Even if it sometimes start to feel like a chore.
When our minds are shrouded and we can't think clear,
That's perfectly normal have no fear.
We might not be able to write about the things we like,
Then sometimes the most brilliant inspiration will strike.
Until we get inspired we should practice writing more,
Even if it's just a simple story about how you went to a store.
We must broaden our horizons for new themes and such,
Maybe we find a subject for which we have a special touch.
So prepare for your inspiration to come,
Or else you cannot put it to words and that is no fun.
Where the Crows BleedSilhouettes of scarlet whisper
among the bones..
Forsaken beneath earth and stone, I am
bejeweled in the River's dread
Trees clad in sanguine
salivate in the abyss of sorrow
The perfume of blood seduces the sky
incantations of the netherworld
Ebon ghosts shimmer in falling ash,
where love decays evermore
I undress in the lust of darkness; my soul
bequeathed to oblivion seeds the wind
with poisoned tongue flickering
Upon banks of obsidian I gaze
haunted in a tempest of necromancy
I render my ache in shadow-fire,
deep in the dark flow
Behold! The River Acheron!
In the syrup of dreams
crimson fields burn in my eye
Bleeding in the silence of dark ether,
I seek your lips..
The song of afterlife covets our love
Kisses blush upon a blade of rusted steel
Corvid screams bathe in Death's lullaby
Vistas of requiem caress our flesh,
as the River seethes deep in my veins
Unto my brethren do I bask
among black wings wicked n' dreary
Like pitch cast over hallowed waters,
Oceans of DeliriumIn the mists of quietude,
I will fold the horizons
to bring you closer to my arms
Whispers of euphoria
begin to stir in oceanic rhythms
caressing the space between our lips
Each day I dream deeper
as I fall further.. into bliss;
into thoughts of you
Every kiss I blow towards you drifts
like a myriad of small ships sailing
each night under starry light towards
your lips, begging to fall deep into your
skin and drown in your body
I lay hypnotized in the tapestry
of satin winds saturated in brushed
silence of empyrean love spells,
dressed only in the light of the moon
Bathed in indigo,
unconscious in her beauty~
feasting in Love's tempest,
unfolding in a nebula of passion
Thru opal-fields I staggered in the ethos
of sunsets as your aura bequeaths my heart
in the mystique of your universe
Helplessly, I walk under your velvet
sky clad in the hunger of
Lucid in delirium
I cast my love into ethereal seas,
adrift in the nectar of your soul
where my ache bellows deep
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.
When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.
Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.
True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you're scared.
To Offer A StarThe wonder has fallen from slumber
Fingers of fire nip at my heels
I add a star to the sky for the song I love
Could it ever be for the one I love?
That page is yet to be written
but she (and every 'she') have left my waking dreams
They have no use for my concern
Hidden HuesRefusing to escape this perfect realm,
Oblivious to the alarm’s nagging.
Closing my eyes to falsely pretend,
This world goes on without the raging.
And yet too soon I wake to darkness,
All the sun’s light is a mirror’s illusion.
Nightmares clear the dreams I prolong,
Setting my fears into fruition.
Draped in robes of heaven’s disguise,
Evil taunts us from left and right.
So many forms it blatantly sports,
Angels must pity our little plight.
Fractions of time is hell unleashed,
Sorrow absorbed in just one blink.
Blades and ropes and bullets blend,
Each passing day a child will sink.
Colors dull to the undying clockwork,
Ears gone deaf to justified crime.
Oh just how can we all stand it?
Watching demons at their prime.
Placing pearls on the ocean floor,
And leaving hope in Pandora’s box.
The gods must feast on playing jokes,
Closing this cellar without the locks.
But just as air seeps in the tiniest hole,
Paired with night is dawn’s bright light.
Someone with eyes openHave you ever met that dragon woman, the one that has something against the world? She's the type of person to shoot you down before you even open your mouth. A girl like her can ruin your day with just a glance and sum up all your failures in one sentence. You wonder how anyone so vile could ever exist and not feel guilty about what they just did to you. Of course, you've seen her smile; it's like watching the bad guys win in the worst B movie ever. Cold and indecisive, no one knows how to avoid her. Sometimes it feels like she hates you just because you were born and that's just how she likes it. You and I swear that she feeds off of sadness and drinks cyanide for breakfast.
One day you meet her boyfriend, the sweetest, most loving guy you could ever meet. The minute he walks into the room all the women sigh and all the guys want to give him props. He laughs at all your jokes and smiles like tomorrow promises the best secret in the world. Then you remember who his girlfriend is. Logi
A Night By The OceanThat night by the ocean I stood outside and wept,
For the impermanence of the waves washing against the sand
And the fleeting silver in the sky,
Salt water stinging my bruised and bloodied feet
And pricking at my scraped, raw knees,
As if to push under my skin and erode the sugary fear lacing my bones.
That night by the ocean I stood with my back to the city lights,
On my own small island in the middle of a crashing, roaring mass of humanity.
The water rushed in and tugged at my toes,
Seeking to overpower the strength of my sadness and the subtle slip of consciousness.
When the clock struck midnight I let it pull me under, gasping one last time
And disappearing under a body so vast, so capable of smothering everything but heaven,
Which already had a firm grasp on my almost-arrested heart,
Still rooted beneath a grave of sorrow.
That night by the ocean I stood in the rising tide,
Contemplating dancing over the waves and slipping away from my cage made of iron.
Soaked from head to toe, I
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