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Myth of the SunAnd there beThese ebony wavesCrashing amongstThe reflections thatAre of the moon'sLight manifestingFrom the held imageOf our parenting sun.
Red ProofDarling, you needn't lookSo false in your appearance;Every boy and every girlWhose lips may find yoursShall just rest them atopRoses' dangling vines,Bleeding away the painWhilst wearing your proof;Your proof of red.
If Not Forgotten...If only hopeWere simplerTo explain;If a dream couldWithhold lightIn days so dark...If words would beThe beautiful greenTendrils of life -If they foughtThe dying weedsWe trip upon.If only perfectionWere allowed to beIn its moments;If an idea couldStrain realityInto the distance...If help would beThe starlit skyBy the moon -If it fought offDarkness of theUnshining sun.
Nail PaintSweet, red polishGlistens uponYour facial skin.Darling seductionFumes from flame,Hot red nails lieAgainst chilling skin.Beauty is us asThe heavens reflectOur dance aboveMy caressing touch.
The 'D' WordWhen was the last timeYou told him "I love you",And meant it?And is now still the timeIn which he means itTo you?Just promise me thatWhen it's time andYou realize what's gone...You won't tell methat you love me.
PremonitionsBehold as the skyCries its tears,Whilst raindropsShatter like glassAgainst cold &Forgotten concrete.As every spiteOf thunder sounds,Blinding with theShocks of lightning.Behold the scene,For tonight's skyIs our future.
Drowned In Time For eternity, there was light. It was beloved in my heart, as is with any being who lives. There was no desire for death but simply the want for a fun time. But even on the hottest and brightest days, frozen tendrils of darkness can always threaten to put us back into our place. For me, one of those moments was when those thoughts meant nothing to me. When most ideas were to abstract for my young, concrete brain. It was the day I drowned. The last thing I saw was the glare of sun as I felt a smile on my face. Suddenly, seconds were gone. I opened my eyes and felt my body rising, knowing there was a short time missing. I watched blue ribbons float horizontally as I rose towards the sky. I felt shrouded in peace, and I accepted that may have been dead. Nothing mattered to me. There wasn't even a want for air. It was the most calming sensation until I broke water. Suddenly my lungs gasped for air. Disorientation led me into a fit of anxiety as I realized how far my friends we
The World Is A Trigger: Childhood Games Her sister once taught her this game where you could only walk above ground. If not, the consequences would be burning - you'd drown in lava. But after she left her, there were two years of sulking. This little girl couldn't sleep in an empty room, an empty bunk bed. Now once was there room is a lightless playground with the rules of the lava game. If she tripped and fell as she scurried across like a monkey, that would be a longer time waiting for the bathroom. If she fell on a pot, it would be about three minutes for the pain to subside. If she touched the bare floor, that would be two to five minutes to scrub the unknown substances from her feet. Although after the trek, she would reach her father's closet. This was where the Bogeyman lived (or so Daddy said to scare her from walking this way). She would carefully hold the tip of the shirt at the opposite end of the closet and pull herself through as fast as she could. Finally, the first part of her game is over for he
We Should Be Happy...Living in griefIs pointless,When the pointOf grievingIs to heal -Open your eyesAnd live true -You're finally healed,But you've neverLived anythingBut grief ~