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The Gods are comingWhere will you be when Death comes calling?
Where will you be when God reaps what he sowes?
Where will you be when the Valkyries come to collect you?
Where will you be when Hel claims his souls?
Where will you be when Margawse tries to protect you?
Where will you be when Morrigan raises the sword?
Where will you be when Ra closes his eye?
Where will you be when Anubis is no longer lord?
Where will you be when Azrael no longer comforts you?
Where will you be when Azazel wakes for the judjment day?
Where will you be when the Seraphim come to find you?
Where will you be when the deamons take you away?
How do I?How do I deal with the lot that I'm given?
How do I play the hand that I'm dealt?
How can I love in a world full of pain,
If loving you was all that I felt?
How do I be the best friend that I am?
I feel like I sit there with nothing to give.
I wait and I listen to all that you say,
But suffering in silence is how I must live.
I may not be ready for what you now have,
The kissing, the touching and lovingly flirt.
With a grain of salt I swallow my pride
But it does not mean that I don't feel hurt.
You come to me with sorrows and woes,
And with a straight face I take it all in.
I listen, I sympathize, I give you advice
and at the end of it all, I force out a grin.
So I beg of you please, please tell me how?!
I'm tired of fighting the loss and the strife.
I'm ready to throw in the towel and bow,
to this so called existance that's become my life.
letting go?What can you do when you always lose?
You have no choice but they make you choose.
You close up yourself, for a safe place.
The hurting inside, written all over my face.
I want to release, I want to let go!
I want to choose freedom and go with the flow!
You've asked and I've answered. I'm sorry. I lied.
And these lies in my life, will see that I'm tied.
Where do you go, to get some diresction,
When I can't even stand my own damn reflection?
I want to be there and support you the way,
But I find it hard, when you'll listen to nothing I say.
I love you, I do. But I think that's the issue.
These negative feelilngs I just can't subdue.
The deception around, is of my own weave.
Maybe it's time that I take my own leave.
Love?My heart is a battlefield,
But which side am I on?
Nothing to view but a burialground,
And no one to watch, they're all gone.
Have I died in there?
Can I still see?
I wonder how I'd fare,
If the worms won't let me be?
My love inside has finally died,
It's been shattered just too many times.
Why does it feel like it has lied,
When Honest and Truth were it's only crimes?
I weep and I mourn,
For the past that's been lost.
My Heart's shattered and torn,
This pain is my cost.
Will I ever dare to love again,
If my soulmate shall never show?
This lack of love will drive me insane,
But I will not sacrifice it, Quid Pro Quo.
Remove the windows & lock the door,
Lower the celing and raise the floor.
All four walls begin to close in,
Panic begins to slowly affect him.
Make it Dark, as black as Night.
Make him blind, remove his sight.
Make it silent, he has no voice,
And in all this, he has no choice.
Release his anger, just watch it go.
Watch his fright start to ebb and flow.
He'll reach for happiness but we've taken this
I'll never allow any amount of bliss.
And now your tears begin to fall,
It starts to press you against the wall.
Your emotional psychie I will attack,
To bad it's a shame you can't fight back.
All your defenses begin to crumble,
As ancient words I begin to mumble.
You beg and you plead for me to stop,
However I can't allow my actions to drop.
I strip you of power and all you hold dear,
I promised myself I'd have nothing to fear.
For what you had done I just can't forgive.
For all my life, it's the pain I relive.
So now I will leave you, empty and sobbing,
Your body right now must be throbbin
II'll Love you till a flame can no longer burn.
I'll love you till children no longer learn.
I'll love you till the Earth can no longer turn.
I Cherish you for your grace, beauty and love.
I Cherish your purity, as white as a dove.
I Cherish how your body fits mine like a glove.
I Adore your passion, as vast as the sea.
I Adore the love you give unto to me.
I Adore you so much to get down on one Knee.
I Treasure even your worst vice.
I Treasure how you can be so nice.
I Treasure you and will say it thrice,
I Love You.
I Love You.
I Love You.
Battel GroundMy heart has become a battle ground,
I dont know where to turn.
There are battles happening all around,
The land is set to scorch and burn.
The enemies that I face,
Are mine and mine alone.
They can disappear with out a trace,
But still cut you to the bone.
The blood that flows in rivulets,
Mixes and fuses with my tears.
To this battle I must commit,
Or suffer my remaining years.
I am the general of my men,
Treating them as chattel.
To fight mine enemy yet again,
Forced to go into battle.
This battle I must win,
Or love thats found shall be lost.
Its the battle from within,
That must be won at any cost.
My enemy is myself again,
As fought the times before.
Neither one can ever be slain,
But I will even out this score.
Chapter 2Trenton awoke face down coughing and inhaling dirt and dust. The sent of smoke still very heavy in the air the ground cold against his face. Trenton tried to push himself up. His arms, shaking so much from exhaustion, would not support him and he fell again.
Im just going to lie here and die. I do not want to get up.
Come on! Get up. We have to get going! Hurry, hurry!
Trenton slowly turned his head so he could look forward. There in front of him was a small blue blur. Trenton heaved himself up again with all his might. Finally sitting up he wiped the dirt from his face and rubbed his eyes clear. Focusing on the blue fuzz it became clear. There on the ground was Sylph.
How did you ? Where did you ? What? I think I hit my head a bit too hard when I fell. How long was I out?
I dont know but it was long enough for most of the inn to be de
Supporting Character 1General Attributes
Weapon of choice:
Specialties or Strengths:
- Aeromancy and archaic knowledge
- Frail, not a fighter
- Light blue
Recognizable feature(s) and Identifying Marks:
- Butterfly Wings
-(Story wear) None
-(Modern day wear) Light blue cotton dress and slippers. Also wearing a light blue ribbon in her hair. Would be short and petite.
- For a sprite, yes.
Main Personality Aspect:
- Curious and childlike
Happy or Depressed:
- Too happy at times
Leader or Follower:
-Mother - Unknown
-Father - Unknown
- Every other Sprite in the world
- The realm of Nothing and the winds
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,
grumbling and mumbling
about what I did
to deserve this mess
And my mother glares,
"When I planted you,
I put you deep in the dirt,
not to bury you alive,
but to teach you that
when the growing gets tough,
the tough gets growing."
pick up the slack and
pick up that slack-jawed shadow of yours
dragging on wet pavement under your soles
and hurry it along, we ain't got all day here
flex your white-boned fingers and
taut knuckles and pluck the soul from
its coffin in your slick throat
the sun has better places to be than in your sky.
Falling Back into Placei wait for wisdom
the sludge tells me
to come in
awaits, just beneath the tack
of its sticky skin
and i know
that what waits there
is more patient
eternal and hungry
but the peace
is only a skin
grow upyou say
i am weak
i have never
worked for anything
i am not sorry
i should take
the pills the doctor
i will never
know what it is to
hurt the way that you hurt,
plant me in the ground
listen to the way my nature sounds
when i turn from something black
to something luminous, proud
you turned me into a shadow, you prick
remember that? remember this?
yeah, the condom broke, you
piece of shit, at least i tried
to be careful, at least when
you cried, i kissed your
say what you want
about my judgment.
my immaturity, my general
lack of readiness for
anything. but i was good
to you, and i tried,
and i am sorry that
you hurt so much
that you can't
do it as elegantly
as i can.
you have never
learned to love
the grit: the place
where my spirit sags,
where my love
as if biology could have been any clearer,
cleaning your spit from my bedroom mirror-
i can smell your genes and
they smell fucking good to me,
but i keep telling myself,
the gardenersMy father is a good man.
His hands, dry and
callused, carry a case
of Corona Lite
to the gardeners in
Big-brimmed hats cast
shadows down their faces,
and a pile of thick,
gray gloves lies
on the glass table.
The beer looks like liquid
gold in those clear bottles,
and condensation clings
to the glass like the sweat
beading at their brows.
My father and the gardeners
drink, laughing like they’ve
known one another for years.
There is nothing
that brings men together
better than beer
on a hot day.
Our destiny is determined
Reliving the past
Enduring the suffering
Visions of the future
Endeavours to come
Representing life as a whole
9 Countenances for the Curious1.
My limbs have become instruments,
but, unlike the piano of your memories,
I am still not anyone's to play.
I think I am finite,
that the limits of me are dictated
by flesh and numbers
on an inverted scale
but the dog on my lap
doesn't care what I weigh;
she wants only
to love me and be loved.
the pain that anchors you
strains your back,
the ship of your life
is hamstrung upon a reef
and you think you are watching
a dolphin at play
but siren songs deceive you.
my ship sank beneath the waters
years ago, this bubble of life
sustains me even as i drown:
there are storms in the depths
of me, and you see only
the ocean's calm.
At 7, I swallowed stories
like candy; didn't understand
that too much leaves you bloated.
At 17, I breakfasted on books
like pancakes; too caught up
to tell (some things should be special).
At 27, I feasted on fiction
like home-cooked meals; didn't know
some of it could poison you.
At 37, I hope I will be picking
at poetry; letting the flavours
of the words
The Washed MindI have let the difficulties flood my body
From head, the worries slip to my heart
like children falling through the cracks
of some broken floor
under which is nothing besides me
My mind is melting from the inside
Swarmed by maggots and the meaningless questions:
Would my mind work better
without all these walls
stopping it from evolving?
Where did these obscene problems come from?
Surely my mind was born free
Surely my opinions exist somewhere...
Or is freedom nothing but a joke
to the true me?
So, I ate nails and needles to clear my mind
The bleeding and the pain
were both evil and refreshing
I have learned the lesson
fairy tales are the shadows on my eyes
Now my mind is clear as melting glass
running down my cold spine
washing away the sins,
violent thoughts and sorrowful memories
from the edge of my past
Singing in ColorWhen Caitlin sings,
Something in my heart just
Like a blend of
The balminess of dusk
And the coolness of dawn,
Indigo and silver mist
Come together in my mind's eye
And take the shape of
The face I know and love so well,
Haloed by the notes
Blossoming from piano keys
As her delicate fingers flit across them.
I'm never far from her embrace
If I just listen.
LeaveHere I sit upon my bed,
where you used to lay your head,
And even with all that you had said,
I'd thought you'd never leave.
I sit here bare,
Far all to share,
And you don't care,
I'd thought you'd never leave.
I yelled at you,
You yelled back too,
It's nothing new,
But I thought you'd never leave.
I cry inside
from too much pride,
why had I lied,
I thought you'd never leave.
I want to cry and to grieve,
I didn't want to decieve,
You were cute and so naive,
But I knew you had to leave...
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