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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.
My ParadiseMy Paradise
They speak of angels
High in the sky
Hither and thither and yonder
The angels I know came to earth
Famous for my love's birth
She is my divine guardian
My way and my key to paradise
Heaven is between our breasts
When we embrace
Love and peace reflected
In that sweet face
I shall climb the tallest hill
For the bestowal of dearest Puabi
I miss youWhile the year will be moving on
The autumn leaves will fall
I will wear a coat and my ochre colored trousers
And I'll think of you
Christmas will come soon
And snowflakes will whiten the roofs and trees
Bells will ring
A Christmas tree will be cheering up the house
And I'll think of you
New Year will follow as well
With all its fireworks and feasts
I'll wish you a happy new year from afar
Full of good moments and luck
Spring will show up again
With Carnival and Easter eggs
It will make me feel light and cheerful
But there will be a few tears
And I'll think of you
Summer will follow and dry the tears
And at the end of August
After all the vacation
We will meet again the last week
After a year full of ups and downs
But a hug will fix my broken heart
Before scars show up again
For a next year
Loyal to the End"Don't Let me down,"
You whispered to me,
I did my best,
I hope you can see,
But those words, they do follow
They are haunting me,
And they shadow,
My every move...
"Don't Let it Show,"
You asked me to,
Be the strongest
Out of us two,
But I have been broken,
By the weight of you,
And I find myself,
begging for help...
"Don't let me down,"
your voice barely held,
As my guilt and my love,
You attempted to weld,
Together and create,
A new material to meld...
But it's too late,
I know I have failed...
I let you down,
Though I tried and I wailed,
In the blink of an eye
My efforts were derailed,
By one swift inward motion,
I was so quickly impaled,
By the words,
Of my former close friend.
I won't let it show
That can wait for the end...
I'll draw in this breath,
And then never again,
Will I, on any
but my God depend,
And it is HE I will not let down,
For you will never be crowned.
And it is you, whom has let me down.
My DarlingMy dear, my darling
How long must we wait?
I'm tired of being lonely,
I don't want to carry this weight.
My love, my darling
How long must we stay
A distance apart that feels like miles,
Why must you be so far away?
My honey, my darling
How long must we hide?
I tired of keeping it a secret,
How you're by my side.
My sweetie, my darling
How long must we wait
To be together in this life,
And see what it means to feel great?
My heart, my darling
How long must we like this live?
I'm sick of sleeping all alone,
With no person to receive love I give.
IntertwinedIt is softly raining
I am standing on a porch
the moment feels restraining
I am burning like a torch
But then I can sense you
Coming closer from behind
And you gently hug me, oooh
Making us so intertwined
And I am sure I love you
Snuggling and CuddlingMy arm is around the crook of her waist
our bodies are so carefully placed
laying in this gentle hug
so warm and so snug
yet we still remain ever chaste
Your EyeI’ve never loved as I love you. A glimpse,
Fleeting, yet timeless, enamors, and eyes,
Discerning, yet revealing, ravish; hence,
Soul, entranced, I bound to conquer your eyes.
Hands, quick, yet hesitant, inspires, and
A touch, brief, yet lingering, arouses,
And fingers, long, yet artistic, demands;
So, Being, inflamed, I yearn for douses.
Your mind, individualistic, yet stayed,
Intrigues; your Black, dark, yet illumined, delights;
Your White, frosted, yet hidden, exhults; saved,
My mind craves for yours, by day and by night.
Only yours in Soul, Being, and Mind, I
Yearn to love, love pure and passioned, your eye.
Most of AllShe came to me upon the wave
The tide that falls upon the shore
And to this dream I can't refuse
Except to only hope for more
She came out from the thin of air
And I wondered, if she was there
Or is it dream, rising from mist
Do I exist, and do I care
She came to me, from thunderstorm
As lightning cracks, and thunder rolls
In truth, I could never avoid
The deep void, from which she bellows
A crest, a wing, a halo of light
Enraptures me with it's twisted might
A trench, a grave, I could never bear
Has been left hollow, if she is there
I can not grasp just what she is
The earth, the birth, of me anew
I can not know, just what she sees
Sympathy, for the wind that blew
I can not capture, what is free
I can not be, holy as she
I only know, the things I am
And yet, I can, only be me
I am ashamed, that I do know
The truth, and yet I let it go
For to feel joy, what else is left
The very best, of life, I know
A song, a toy, and I'm always hers
Gives rise to love that never withers
A rose, a fen
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'
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