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turn this twisted story around make wrong what was right and the hollow in my soul shall sing I know the difference, retching I fill my soul with fire cutting the darkness from beneath my bloody skin never shall I be, but I am light

I feel the change course through my tired veins blue skies turn cold the sun now unable to warm my soul ancient ghosts ring their silver bells while the winter in your eyes matches the frost on the leaves a light touch of the lips a whisper a deadly kiss


"I'm glad you're having fun," Darren said, rolling his eyes. Kate chuckled and gave him a lopsided smile. "Well, you have to admit, it was quite a sight and I never knew you had such a nice tush." She was wriggling her eyebrows.

wind scattered raindrops fall - early autumn showers leaves in a puddle

destined to die, fighting all demons the angel's fire burning from within carve the mark into my skin black, intricate patterns strengthening me fueling my desire to win I shall know no fear battling besides my brothers let the war begin

tendrils of smoke adorn the nighttime sky starlight whispering of its secret desire while the sliver of moon beckons me I am becoming fire burning down my dreamlike longings with sadness listening to the sizzle of embers deconstructing me

Lion & lamb

dancing among strangers secretly kissing the nape of her neck the taste of desire combined with danger much like love between the lion & the lamb he quietly roars when she shivers his hands warm upon her skin his love knows no boundaries

tears water the grain under a bright harvest moon glancing down on her it silently mourns her loss caressing her with it's light

Forgive me

forgive me my fateful delusions my heart and mind weary - hopelessly lost I made this glass house my home forgive me my visibility my soul consumed by fear - feeble I tried to take cover but failed forgive me my whispered words my voice without courage - wavering I started thinking aloud a distant sound in a crowd forgive me making peace with death my body and mind far too tired and torn for muted anger no more room forgive me my cowardliness my mind not kind nor brave for I alone dug my grave - willingly

lost to him little pieces of his history like walking on the beach, hand in hand loving her writing their names and a heart in between into the sand sometimes restless now, angered he knows he forgets things and there's no-one to blame but his brain

dwell not upon the dark days hidden under the stairs blood mixed with sawdust woodworms know all but won't ever tell secrets are meant to stay secret

the morning sunlight our shadows - larger than life magnificent us

we gaze at the horizon saying goodbye without words the evening sky a purple haze where clouds pass by like you & I


afterwards when my perception is clear again I find flaws in my memory to frequently little bits lost in a haze this reminds me of you & it frightens me in time my world will grow dim maybe sooner than later do I go on knowing the world I see now will eventually be gone to me

I remember

I remember clouds drifting lazily in the sky sheep, dragons, butterflies I remember lying on our backs in the grass holding hands, falling asleep I remember blood, being cold but I can't remember why

desperate feelings weigh heavily on my fragile mind in the shambles of my thoughts I turn stone after stone searching for any sign of you

frozen morning dew clear crystals on grass autumn's jewelry

Quotation from Gabrielle Zevin

“Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.” ― Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

the sea of purple heather is slowly turning brown and the autumn winds grow colder I know the age of sorrow is coming and as you grow older the changing seasons trace the profile on your face but how lovely you still are glowing and beautiful my heart is beating ever more faint

My demise

this sweet maiden her loveliness my demise the scent of her like a drug taking me higher and higher the damned soaring up to heaven she thinks I'm beautiful and virtuous, like an angel how little does she know her innocence tormenting me loving her kills me again


Sometimes (well, often) I can be so in love with a story - the world, the characters, the lot - that I really have to mourn when I've finished reading the book(s). It honestly hurts. Maybe I'm just weird, but I just can't seem to let it go easily. 

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A single candle flickered in the room casting only a little light, causing shadows to dance on the walls. She sat at the rim of the bed watching him breathe peacefully; her eyes bright, almost feverishly. "How can one so angelic be a demon to my darkness," she whispered.


safely held to her breast a new little life fragile like glass innocence embodied naked bodies naked hearts

Quotation from Carl Sandburg

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."  ~ Carl Sandburg

Quotation from William Styron

“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.” ― William Styron

My room

drawn in purple blue lines my dark thoughts on white walls I write without hesitation they let me here you come to play we build our sandcastles with wet clay and drown the pain I stab the beast under the bed while you silently lie beside me


All around her, the muffled sounds of midnight. She sat on the forest floor, the cold slowly creeping into her body. She loved the solitude and she wished she could be here forever. Shards of moonlight pierced the dense canopy. She felt him before she could see him. "I'm ready."


Allan looked a bit nervous. I don't know, he said to his friend, are you sure it's safe? Gill made a casual gesture. Nah, no worries, you'll be fine bro. Well, maybe you'll be just a tiny bit dead, but you can learn to live with that. Trust me, I know.


Erryn watched him closely. He had strong yet elegant hands. She loved the way how he could hold on tight to his dance partner, yet be gentle at the same time. He moved with grace. He wore a simple white shirt and she could see his muscles flex underneath. Suddenly their eyes met.


Simon ran his hand through his tousled hair. "I need a stiff drink," he said hoarsely. "Alright, what's your poison?" Jake was smiling, seeing his friend this way was new, and amusing. "What?" Simon looked up, confused. "What would you like to drink to drown these nerves?"

Good company

wandering alone through a field of purple flowers she hums a summer's song content to be only in the company of the sun