Face vanished from the pictures, skin worn to be a wall.
Oh dearest, where have you gone?
Why has he taken thee from me?
What can he gain of the world as thine’s body is disposed by the vines of life
Sinking you deeper to sod of earth.
My love,
I will never forget thee. These pictures are empty; I desperately wish they were full.
Black crow of hair
Chocolate skin
Scars of lightning twist upon your face
How I miss thee.
How I wish
For the tweak of your lips
To rise in surprise
And love.
Picture, I have not burned you
Yet you are blackened with flame on your edges
I pray to you,
Bring back my love.
For all I want is
One
Last
Glimpse.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Puppetier (this was writen for a slam I never got to do)
Slice my veins and fill them with your puppet strings.
Tug, Pull, lurch, and break my limbs from their sockets because I,
am yours.
Change my shapes design to your heart’s content
Give me the torso of your ballerina
The head of your most perfect porcelain doll
Arms fine as silk thread
The legs of a Crain, and the leaps of a gazelle to move me across your stage.
Showing off to everyone how ‘perfect’ I was.
The curtains finally drop and you snatch me away.
Replacing my beauty with cracked wood and rust.
Wrapping a ball and chain around my lungs to hold my breath…
…Not that I ever had one….
On that stage,
you spun my emotions like a weather vane Clutched my heart until its colored drained
to the floor.
You printed my skies gray because color was never a choice to you.
My world turned bleak the day you took advantage of my love.
You took my ‘yes’s and sewed them into the strings you hang me by.
Only taking me down to be your body servant,
Guarding you from harm as you fill me with your improbable lies.
I become concealed within your spider web, and tossed away as a dead fly.
Falling onto the cracked pavement and ice
of your heart.
Your gold eyes watch from the sky,
as I do nothing but wail like the wounded animal I am.
Smoke swirls to smirk with your lips,
Endless hatred for me courses through you because I was not what you wanted.
Even with all you’ve changed, you want more perfection for your poisoned doll.
I’m left blind and tangled on your work table as you draw out new plans for me.
You held the knife over me,
knowing full well this would be the final and ending blow if it went wrong.
I didn’t want that option.
I dragged myself away from you. Crossing the Contraband,
finally realizing my skies didn’t have to be gray.
I never said no to you, and I’m sorry for being me.
But me is who I want to be
Tug, Pull, lurch, and break my limbs from their sockets because I,
am yours.
Change my shapes design to your heart’s content
Give me the torso of your ballerina
The head of your most perfect porcelain doll
Arms fine as silk thread
The legs of a Crain, and the leaps of a gazelle to move me across your stage.
Showing off to everyone how ‘perfect’ I was.
The curtains finally drop and you snatch me away.
Replacing my beauty with cracked wood and rust.
Wrapping a ball and chain around my lungs to hold my breath…
…Not that I ever had one….
On that stage,
you spun my emotions like a weather vane Clutched my heart until its colored drained
to the floor.
You printed my skies gray because color was never a choice to you.
My world turned bleak the day you took advantage of my love.
You took my ‘yes’s and sewed them into the strings you hang me by.
Only taking me down to be your body servant,
Guarding you from harm as you fill me with your improbable lies.
I become concealed within your spider web, and tossed away as a dead fly.
Falling onto the cracked pavement and ice
of your heart.
Your gold eyes watch from the sky,
as I do nothing but wail like the wounded animal I am.
Smoke swirls to smirk with your lips,
Endless hatred for me courses through you because I was not what you wanted.
Even with all you’ve changed, you want more perfection for your poisoned doll.
I’m left blind and tangled on your work table as you draw out new plans for me.
You held the knife over me,
knowing full well this would be the final and ending blow if it went wrong.
I didn’t want that option.
I dragged myself away from you. Crossing the Contraband,
finally realizing my skies didn’t have to be gray.
I never said no to you, and I’m sorry for being me.
But me is who I want to be
Fallen Angel Of My Love (this i did in creative writing)
Fallen angel of my love, Sea Rivers of red
My dear, where have you gone?
Why have you run down my heart with your abandonment?
Angel fallen of grace, feathers black of crow
Heavenly stars shatter to your eyes
I beg you to return to thee.
Skin of snow
lips of cherry blossom
oh woe my soul has cried.
How I wish upon the moments when no words passed our lips
but our eyes gleamed with truth.
We knew as one,
nothing would bring up separate
As the grains of time slipped beyond our reach
and led us into the moon of night.
Winter ice shards sent us home
Now,
Oh Now. You have slipped through the cracks of earth to rejoin the cycle of life.
Letting the last grain fall
leaving me to my thoughts
Oh my fallen angel of love,
If only you could see
what you have done to me.
My dear, where have you gone?
Why have you run down my heart with your abandonment?
Angel fallen of grace, feathers black of crow
Heavenly stars shatter to your eyes
I beg you to return to thee.
Skin of snow
lips of cherry blossom
oh woe my soul has cried.
How I wish upon the moments when no words passed our lips
but our eyes gleamed with truth.
We knew as one,
nothing would bring up separate
As the grains of time slipped beyond our reach
and led us into the moon of night.
Winter ice shards sent us home
Now,
Oh Now. You have slipped through the cracks of earth to rejoin the cycle of life.
Letting the last grain fall
leaving me to my thoughts
Oh my fallen angel of love,
If only you could see
what you have done to me.
This is a poem about a b lind guy i had to do for english class
The walls here, not as there
Cracks in the ground growing farther
from where they once knew
The blur of motion,
leading me home.
Moving to be here.
Pushing away from sight without.
The farther I run the more normal
I become.
No more braille for me,
Please.
Wishing upon their reality
hoping to see the leafs fall
GOD!
I wish to escape this dull place of help
Escape the waiting upon hand and foot
To preform thee art of speech.
I do not have sight,
all I hear is irriplacable.
You cannot break me the way you broke them.
For I am diffrent, in the same.
Cracks in the ground growing farther
from where they once knew
The blur of motion,
leading me home.
Moving to be here.
Pushing away from sight without.
The farther I run the more normal
I become.
No more braille for me,
Please.
Wishing upon their reality
hoping to see the leafs fall
GOD!
I wish to escape this dull place of help
Escape the waiting upon hand and foot
To preform thee art of speech.
I do not have sight,
all I hear is irriplacable.
You cannot break me the way you broke them.
For I am diffrent, in the same.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Part 1 T.O.F. (Titan Of Fear)
(You would not belive how much this story change >.< its beginning to annoy me)
There is a war thats been waging. Between Gods and Titans. Century after century has passed as it has weaved its way through mortal wars. It started before the Trojan war. This war hasn't been finished, hasn't been beaten. It lays unannounced and untouched by mortal's hand.
Lightning struck in the heavy clouds that were full with rain. Each drop making its own puddle.
A war more bloody then the civil war approaching.
The girl's black hair swirled around her in the howling wind. She put the black helmet on and turned her back to the cliffs. The waves rasping at the bottom, shaking the ground, reminding her the power Poseidon possessed.
It may be easier to explain from the beginning
(no this is not a note from me. its part of the story. just thought id make that clear... I loves you VNV Nation! ^-^ my hands are so cold today ugh. -_-")
The streets below were burning. A teenager with golden-sand hair backed up. His vibrant blue eyes shone odly in thee firelight. His helm tucked under his left arm. He turned, heading for Zeus's palace. With each stride, his armor 'clank'ed on the stone ground.
He turned a corner and almost tripped over a small child. He blinked. He'd never seen her before, she wasn't a goddess. He was about to demand who she was, when she shot of.
He reached for her arm, his mind scrambled "Wha-WAIT!" the helmet fell and he went after her.
She jumped over railing, and landed on the landing below. She stumbled and toppled over, then stood and ran again. Apollo watched her, eyes wide. He turned abruptly and headed towards Zeus's palace again.
He threw open the doors and entered. "Father."
Zeus was staring at maps. "Hmm?"
Apollo walked towards him "I think i found a spy."
That made him freeze and turn to face him. "Who?"
"This...girl." He was deep in thought and made an esimate of how tall she was with his hands. "She...uh..."
Zeus lost intrest. "Find your uncle." He turned back to the maps.
"B-" He sighed. "Yes father." He bowed, turned, and left. Heading towards the throne room. He opened the doors, the hearth had black flames in it. The girl was sitting next to it.
Apollo silently moved behind the nearest throne, peeking around the corner and watching her.
"Apollo," Poseidon's voice whispered close by. He looked up and noticed him sitting behind the next throne. 'Who is she?' he mouthed.
Apollo shrugged.
'Why does she have you helmet?'
His eyes widened, he looked again and noticed his helmet next to her, he stood slowly.
"Don't," He hissed.
Apollo didn't listen. He walked over to the girl. "Who are you?"
She looked up at him.
He stared down, not sure what his face looked like. He noticed the gold eyes and hissed. Kronos must be controling her he thought. "Who. Are. You?" He repeated.
She stood and held the helm out to him.
He didn't attemt to take it.
"Σας πέσει αυτό"
He blinked, "You know greek?"
nod.
"Can you spell your name?"
"Μπορώ μόνο να πω αυτό. έχει:Phearia."
He blinked. "Phearia?"
She nodded.
There is a war thats been waging. Between Gods and Titans. Century after century has passed as it has weaved its way through mortal wars. It started before the Trojan war. This war hasn't been finished, hasn't been beaten. It lays unannounced and untouched by mortal's hand.
Lightning struck in the heavy clouds that were full with rain. Each drop making its own puddle.
A war more bloody then the civil war approaching.
The girl's black hair swirled around her in the howling wind. She put the black helmet on and turned her back to the cliffs. The waves rasping at the bottom, shaking the ground, reminding her the power Poseidon possessed.
It may be easier to explain from the beginning
(no this is not a note from me. its part of the story. just thought id make that clear... I loves you VNV Nation! ^-^ my hands are so cold today ugh. -_-")
The streets below were burning. A teenager with golden-sand hair backed up. His vibrant blue eyes shone odly in thee firelight. His helm tucked under his left arm. He turned, heading for Zeus's palace. With each stride, his armor 'clank'ed on the stone ground.
He turned a corner and almost tripped over a small child. He blinked. He'd never seen her before, she wasn't a goddess. He was about to demand who she was, when she shot of.
He reached for her arm, his mind scrambled "Wha-WAIT!" the helmet fell and he went after her.
She jumped over railing, and landed on the landing below. She stumbled and toppled over, then stood and ran again. Apollo watched her, eyes wide. He turned abruptly and headed towards Zeus's palace again.
He threw open the doors and entered. "Father."
Zeus was staring at maps. "Hmm?"
Apollo walked towards him "I think i found a spy."
That made him freeze and turn to face him. "Who?"
"This...girl." He was deep in thought and made an esimate of how tall she was with his hands. "She...uh..."
Zeus lost intrest. "Find your uncle." He turned back to the maps.
"B-" He sighed. "Yes father." He bowed, turned, and left. Heading towards the throne room. He opened the doors, the hearth had black flames in it. The girl was sitting next to it.
Apollo silently moved behind the nearest throne, peeking around the corner and watching her.
"Apollo," Poseidon's voice whispered close by. He looked up and noticed him sitting behind the next throne. 'Who is she?' he mouthed.
Apollo shrugged.
'Why does she have you helmet?'
His eyes widened, he looked again and noticed his helmet next to her, he stood slowly.
"Don't," He hissed.
Apollo didn't listen. He walked over to the girl. "Who are you?"
She looked up at him.
He stared down, not sure what his face looked like. He noticed the gold eyes and hissed. Kronos must be controling her he thought. "Who. Are. You?" He repeated.
She stood and held the helm out to him.
He didn't attemt to take it.
"Σας πέσει αυτό"
He blinked, "You know greek?"
nod.
"Can you spell your name?"
"Μπορώ μόνο να πω αυτό. έχει:Phearia."
He blinked. "Phearia?"
She nodded.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sleepy............
The sky was under a dark vail of clouds. Whrn lightning cracked, the sky turned a dark shade of blue.
A girl stood alone under the sky, thinking silently to herself.
A girl stood alone under the sky, thinking silently to herself.
There and Gone in 3 1/2 weeks (Akapello!!!!!)
Akapello stood, looking at the light blue, glass,mask in the palm of his hand. He was locked up in his door with his brother.
Zaviea was sitting on the window seat, watching the rain pour from the sky.
Akapello sighed and set the mask down. He stared at the floor, thinking hard.
Zaviea looked over his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah... It's just-"
"We're so friggin old nothing appeals to us any more?"
"Exactly." He picked the mask up again and turned it over in his hands.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah, i do."
(The mask belonged to a girl he met in the 1800's. She gave it to him, and disappeared).
"I'm declaring lights out," Zaviea said, standing and going to the light switch.
Akapello set the mask down on the desk.
"Rest well. We have week long prom tomorrow."
"I know." He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The lights flickered off and it was silent. Akapello stayed up for hours after the lights were off. He heard Zaviea's slow, even breath. After a few more minutes, he was asleep too.
Monday October 20th 2008
"...pello," a voice called, shaking his shoulder. "Time to get up."
Akapello groaned, and rolled over, face against the pillows.
"C'mon, get up."
"NO!"
Akapello was suddenly on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Zaviea was sitting on him. "We're going to be late for breakfast."
He blinked. "Food?"
"Yes Akapello, we can go get food."
"Why didn't you say so?" he jumped up and headed for the door.
Zaviea shook his head. "I say anything about family and money, nothing. But if i mention food..."
He pulled a shirt on. "You comin'?"
"You're in pajamas."
"Do I care?"
"I guess not. Girls swoon over you no matter what you do. Exactly."
He smiled. "Exactly!" He left the room.
"..." He face palmed. "Akapello."
"Good morning Akapello," a chours of girls said as he walked by.
"Hello ladies," He replied.
Zaviea caught up. "Akap-"
"Not now za-"
He grabbed Akapello and made him look at a girl with dark brown hair.
Akapello blinked. "Who-?"
"Her name's Sora." He let go and Akapello fell over, then propped himself up on his elbows and tilted his head to a side. "She cute."
Zaviea groaned. "No, dude, c'mon."
"But it's true."
"Please don't mess with the poor girl. Please?"
Zaviea was sitting on the window seat, watching the rain pour from the sky.
Akapello sighed and set the mask down. He stared at the floor, thinking hard.
Zaviea looked over his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah... It's just-"
"We're so friggin old nothing appeals to us any more?"
"Exactly." He picked the mask up again and turned it over in his hands.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah, i do."
(The mask belonged to a girl he met in the 1800's. She gave it to him, and disappeared).
"I'm declaring lights out," Zaviea said, standing and going to the light switch.
Akapello set the mask down on the desk.
"Rest well. We have week long prom tomorrow."
"I know." He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The lights flickered off and it was silent. Akapello stayed up for hours after the lights were off. He heard Zaviea's slow, even breath. After a few more minutes, he was asleep too.
Monday October 20th 2008
"...pello," a voice called, shaking his shoulder. "Time to get up."
Akapello groaned, and rolled over, face against the pillows.
"C'mon, get up."
"NO!"
Akapello was suddenly on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Zaviea was sitting on him. "We're going to be late for breakfast."
He blinked. "Food?"
"Yes Akapello, we can go get food."
"Why didn't you say so?" he jumped up and headed for the door.
Zaviea shook his head. "I say anything about family and money, nothing. But if i mention food..."
He pulled a shirt on. "You comin'?"
"You're in pajamas."
"Do I care?"
"I guess not. Girls swoon over you no matter what you do. Exactly."
He smiled. "Exactly!" He left the room.
"..." He face palmed. "Akapello."
"Good morning Akapello," a chours of girls said as he walked by.
"Hello ladies," He replied.
Zaviea caught up. "Akap-"
"Not now za-"
He grabbed Akapello and made him look at a girl with dark brown hair.
Akapello blinked. "Who-?"
"Her name's Sora." He let go and Akapello fell over, then propped himself up on his elbows and tilted his head to a side. "She cute."
Zaviea groaned. "No, dude, c'mon."
"But it's true."
"Please don't mess with the poor girl. Please?"
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