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8/25/13Sometimes I like to close my eyes
And imagine that he's tracing his fingers
Up my neck and through my hair
And that I'm okay with it.
Because that's the thing about losing yourself:
That any form of contact is devastating;
Where you actually start to believe
That this empty shell of a body
But that's what's devastating:
When you find out
The Altar Beneath the Sun
It was getting worse, this madness that slithered everywhere Elm could get his claws on, and it would be too late if action wasn't taken soon. Birch was desperate, after all wasn't he dirtied enough by his elder brother’s actions? He had to save his siblings at least, to protect them from themselves. But the preparations were necessary to help defeat this foe, and Birch knew what he had to do.
He knelt before a stone altar, the center of his territory in the Grove, shaded by the vast canopies of the dozens of trees that surrounded it. No one ever came there but him. In fact, most of his siblings seemed to forget his existence at times, but that was fine with him, he knew his purpose was to be the messenger, not the message; the hilt, not the blade. But what was the message? What was the blade?
Acacia, the savior.
Acacia, the light in the dark.
Acacia, who was nowhere to be seen.
Birch had never really understood Acacia’s position, she was and yet wasn't, she existed and yet
NightshadeCypress didn't really understand why she came there, this cave that sat like a void in the Grove, an abomination to her father’s will, the mouth of death, gaping with sweet promises of solitude, but she resisted such thoughts, she had other plans. This, after all, was the result of Elm’s fight against his imprisonment, a deep crater, one of quite a few, created by his rage and hatred of Malus. Yet that was so long ago now, as Cypress could see from the bits of vegetation growing, as if trying to mask the scar of the battle; nature sometimes has a way of covering up mistakes.
She peered inside, squinting her eyes and leaning closer, anticipating any danger that might come her way, not that danger had any meaning to her (being immortal and whatnot). There was no danger, she knew, as a certain figure approached from the dark, cloaked in robes that seemed to reject the light itself, bearing a subservient aura that shook and struggled to even exist in a consistent form. There wa
You Were...You were a man
Whom I never knew, myself.
You were a soldier,
Serving his country in the smoke of war.
You were a drunk,
Cowering behind a putrid bottle.
You were a pig,
Getting his fill of all life’s carnal pleasures.
You were a beater
Whose fists knew no restraint.
You were a monster
To both your wife and children.
You were a father
Only by blood to those children.
You were a man,
Who lived his life and died.
You were my grandfather,
Whom I never knew, myself.
Elm and Cypress
Cypress thought it strange.
Strange for a visitor such as him to enter the Grove. After all, most guests to the home of the Children of Malus came unwillingly and were poor, sniveling, and trembling beings, worthless of even a second thought from the bitter Child. Yet this man before her had an air of confidence, or perhaps arrogance, and a smug look of self-entitlement, as if someone, somewhere, owed him something. That’s when he said to her: “Cypress, my dear, it’s been so long.”
She squinted her eyes at him, suspicious, “I don’t know you, mortal.”
And he laughed--how he laughed!--his mouth opened into a wide smile that showcased a set of jagged and horrid teeth, “Now, my dear, sweet, fragile Cypress, that is where you are wrong. As I am no mere mortal, and you do certainly know me.”
Then Cypress noticed the deep scratches that covered his body like sharp red flicks of a fountain pen on pale parchment, and she knew immediately tha
Birth of WisteriaAlone in the perennial abyss under the surface of the Grove, the primordial son whispered sweet nothings to the soil around him, clawing for release from his prison. He had been there since Malus, his father, had determined that he was too tainted to exist among the tranquility of the Grove, but tranquility is one of many things that can be easily tainted by his power. Digging his claws further in the soil, watching closely as the dirt curved under his fingers and cradled in his palm, a little clump let loose a tiny cry, and for the first time in his entire existence, he had hope. For if his father could make life from nothing, so could he.
Yet the life he held in his hands now, his little dirt child, was weak, but that could always be fixed.
The Welsh BloodI have the Welsh blood in me,
But it’s dead, dead and gone,
Flowing beneath my flesh
Like a bloated corpse
Faced down in a river.
I have the Welsh blood in me
But it’s freezing up inside,
Cracking great red fissures
In the cavities of my veins,
Flowing the great Red Dragon.
No more the Welsh blood in me,
With their proud intrepid ways,
Overthrown by the Brits
Allied by the Germans and French
On a genetic battlefield.
No more the lily-colored skies,
The rush-leaves of the mountain,
Nor that mountain’s misty peak.
Only the face of the conquerors
And the Hammer of the Scots.
The Dragon’s blood within
Is not in much anymore,
For it’s been bled and bled again,
By the pecking of the Eagle’s beak
And the Lion’s greedy claws.
I have the Welsh blood in me,
But it’s dead, dead and gone.
Yet there is no time for weeping,
For the tears aren’t mine to shed.
I, the diluted, bastard granddaughter
Of the Norse gods, the scholars,
And the Red
Drill Tooth"Pass along this message, love."
Said the Bird atop the Tree.
To which 'Drill Tooth' did reply,
"I shall and you shall see."
So down the trunk 'Drill Tooth' ran,
A scroll rolled up in his tail,
Down to where the Serpent lived
O'er dead souls that scream and wail.
Soon 'Drill Tooth' arrived in Hel,
Where the Serpent called his name,
"Ratatöskr, do come near'r,
And come play a little game."
So 'Drill Tooth' came upon call,
Staring back upon the Snake,
"I cannot, Nidhöggr, for
I've a message you must take."
"Very well, my furry friend,"
Said the Serpent with a purr,
"But you must com closer still!
Bring it here, Ratatöskr!"
And so was done as was told,
And the Serpent took it in,
And swallowed whole the message
And the messenger within!
As tales of immortals go,
The messenger's tale went on,
And he burrowed himself out
With his drill teeth and was gone.
Thus the message was received,
And the Serpent lived as well.
So ends this tale of 'Drill Tooth',
The Bird, and the Snake in Hel.
To J-Speak to me one word alone,
Whether it be of Hate or Love.
I'll hold it close, pressed to my heart,
And cherish each syllable.
I'll be your ugly Sappho
And write these words, for you, unread.
Cage this nightingale in your heart,
For I'll never fly away.
If one day you set me free,
And so command that I depart,
I'll listen to the word you say
And carry your memory.
Would you love me if...Would you love me if I told you 'bout my past and wayward ways?
Will you love me when the past returns and haunts my nights and days?
Would you love me if I then confessed about the way I snore?
Will you love me still or will you then show this boy to the door?
Would you love me if you learned about the girl whose heart I crushed?
Will you love me even though I'm shy and sometimes even blush?
Would you love me once its been made known I quit school in ninth grade?
Will you love me knowing that my life 'til now's been a charade?
Would you love me even though my family name is barely known?
Will you love me when I'm old and gray or will I be alone?
Would you love me if you knew I once lived 'neath the Brooklyn bridge?
Will you love me if it seems I live my life close to the edge?
Would you love me if I got down on my knees and held your hand?
Will you love me if I give to you this shiny wedding band?
Would you love me if I worshiped you and gave you gifts of gold?
Will you love me and ma
DesiresI want to be
The poem you love
Your gorgeous eyes.
I want to be
A star in the sky
To give you light
In the darkest time.
I want to be
Who your fantasy
I want to be
The heart that feels
Your endless hug.
The sweet wind
I want to be
To touch your cheeks
I want to be
When our souls
Will sleep together.
Will be your pillow
During the whole night
I will kiss you.
So I DancedWe laughed through the day
we danced through the night
my heart was on fire
your eyes were alight
You said I looked stunning
in that flame-jeweled dress
I said you were gorgeous
with your words in a mess
I loved you so much
so I danced out my heart
you loved me right back
and that was the start
Eres muy especial para mi: cap 9B: "la besa de nuevo" amo tus labios amor
B: jaja me haces reir!, eres muy tierna e inocente
C: no lo soy!
B: claro que si! en este momento estas haciendo puchero como niña pequeña!
C: ash! "se enoja un poquito"
B: jaja ven aquí! "la toma y la jala hacia el besándola nuevamente"
Desafortunadamente en ese momento entraron Mordecai y Rigby a la oficina, descubriéndolos así besándose, a lo que ambos respondieron con una cara de sorpresa y boquiabiertos.
M: l-los dejamos solos?
R: WTF!!!??? no sabia que eran pareja
M: ahora entiendo por que esos apodos tan cursis
B: wow, wow wow! esperen un momento! no estamos saliendo ni somos pareja
R: a no? no mientas Benson! te descubrimos con las manos en la masa!
M: o en Camila?
R: quedo mejor
Mordecai y Rigby se ríen.
B: BASTA! SALGAN DE MI OFICINA AHORA MISMO!!!
R: ah claro....quiere privacidad ¬w¬
M: jaja entonces los dejaremos solos ¬w¬
Mordecai y Rigby se retiran de
"Darling, my heart aches from all I see"
"Beloved, just lie down with Puabi.
Let Puabi hold it tight."
So we stayed all of the night.
"Sweetheart, with you, I forget all that pain."
"Whenever you ache, beloved, come to Puabi again.
Puabi is here for you alone."
"Sweetheart, in my heart, you're the only one."
EyesA window-A window into your soul
a clear window that lets me behold
all of your inner beauty and wonder
no wonder my heart is torn asunder
for your wonder and allure is above the rest
as I wander in your purely made nest
the blue in your eyes like sapphire
could spark a flame
to build or destroy and empire
the soft and smooth glow
of your souls inner window
makes it clear to see
your overall purity
keep those eyes dry of tears
i will never let you cry of fear
i will always protect you
from all the monster in view
nothing can bring my affection apart
cause your eyes hold a collection of my heart
The secretThe moon
A veil of clouds
A path under its light
A warm embrace
Hidden from all sight
Stars all around
Oh so very bright
And meet again
Every single night
Eres muy especial para mi: cap 8B: ahh...
C: por que preguntabas?
B: ah pu-pues por.......por nada.....
C: oh vamos Benny! dime..
B: pues bien....cua-cuando te vi llegar.....era como....no se me sentía raro, como cuando miro a tus hermosos ojos brillando cada vez que me ves al igual q-que yo.....siempre me he puesto celoso cuando estabas con alguien porque......po-porque t-te amo
C: "super sorprendida" e-enserio? "se sonroja y se le acerca"
B: si "pone una mano en la mejilla de Camila y la besa"
C: "se lo corresponde, junto con un dulce abrazo"
B: "se va separando lentamente" l-lo siento "se ruboriza y mira para otro lado"
C: n-no Benny "le hace dar vuelta el rostro suavemente tomándolo con sus manos" yo también te amo "lo besa"
B: "lo profundiza mientras la atrae mas hacia el tomándola por la cintura"
C: "se separa y tira una pequeña risa" nunca pensé que tu me dirías eso
B: ni yo pensé que un día te lo diría....
C: aww eres muy tierno Benny "lo apapacha"
Icarus LoveYou are my Apollo, shining so bright,
And I, ambitious Icarus in flight,
Wings of cold wax and smooth, bending feather
Carrying my form above the Aether.
For you are my ambition, burning my flesh,
Tearing my mind in a love so afresh
As I soar above the deep, hallowed sea,
Approaching fast your clinquant brilliancy.
Yet as I draw nearer and nearer still
The wax of my wings fall, against my will,
Twisting and turning, invisible hands
Pulling me back to the drowning black sands.
Thus is when the fire comes, rending my back,
Burning light, crackling of feathers singed black.
No hope for me, yet I still know my love
For you, shining sun in the sea above,
As I fall, splashing into dark ocean,
Forever to gaze, death in slow motion,
I know that seeing is all that I need,
To simply see you, beyond the seaweed
And these walls of water and atmosphere.
For when I see you, I've nothing to fear,
Not even death, and fire, and earthly frights
Can tear my love asunder. The nights
Come fast, but I shan'
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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