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Love tainted from bileThe shivering grip of emotional death hovers above me
Icy breath, Cold steel, Frosted blood:
A vile taste rages among the bittersweet memories of your breath
The soft caress of wind wakens my memories of your fragrant skin
Your portrait is a plague to my mind, destroying the innocence and kindness
I hear the boiling waters, and fearful drought of your self proclaimed serenity
Spoiled meat, in an angered heat, details the wrathful smell of your vampiric feast.
A budding rose of hate, anger, sorrow, betrayal, and tears
You caused me pain, but yet you survive with ignorance to your sins.
You claim righteousness, yet your heart perceives a luminescent black.
You say your intentions are childish innocence, but deceit curdles all.
You're nothing better than the ooze you persecute;
Oh, Watcher of Woe, rain down your mercy on me.
Sometimes...Sometimes life can get you down.
Sometimes your heart can tell you lies.
Sometimes situations can make your head spin around,
and other times, your mind is sent to the flies.
But Sometimes, that one person who seems to always be at your side is no where to be found
And life will get you down, your heart will tell you lies, and your head will spin around.
But always remember, sometimes that someone has you on their mind. <3
The Unmistakable HateIt roars
It lives within me
A crimson ball of fury. Of Hate.
It springs up inside me like a freshly tapped Oil well at the mention of your name
The animosity. The chaotic feelings. The Mad-man inside me screams when I think of the pain
The Pain you dragged me through.
I never wanted this; I gave you my heart and you ate it like lamb, fresh from the slaughter. Innocent and pure, with not a regret. Not a single bit of distaste. No bitter thought, word or taste had ever caressed my nerves. You're a monster. Not human.
You turned my kindness into a teatime croissant. You turned my love into a tea, which you'd let slide down your lips in a lust for flesh
You're no queen.
You're no Lover.
You're no Angel.
You're the epitome of everything I hate.
Your best friend is the chains around my hands and feet, which binds me from harming you.
Do you think you're special? Do you think you're mighty? Just because this hate bottles up because of you?
You're a plague.
6:30 ante meridiemI open my mouth to suck in a breath
The morning’s frost kisses my teeth
And I shiver.
IciclesWarm, soft air,
Breath as a ghost on the breeze
condensing into a fine mist,
Dancing bitter pirouettes
and whispering silken omens,
as petals in the snow.
Cold, hard earth,
Crunching miniature cities
with a single, gentle footfall,
Loping, silent, singing
liquid silver racing,
Urgent, fateful missions
as glacial rivers flow.
Delicate, crystal bells,
Delightful, intricate daggers
deceiving battered flesh,
Garnished, bruised, marked
fantastic rainbow shades,
Radiating fractures leak
as veins of shattered pearl.
Harsh, rasping nails,
Driving blizzards shrieking
blue, murderous claws,
Acute fangs clenching
against blasphemous vows,
Fall to the depths
of ostracised perdition.
winterIt is 21 degrees Fahrenheit outside
and the air shudders in its icy grip:
pine needles frosted in fairy dust
and breath lost in the elegance of silver spiderwebs.
Ice, white and black, coats sidewalks,
sliding dogs' paws out from under their owners
and disappointing children in its solidity;
ponds drip like spoiled milk onto the pelts
of voles burrowed in their homes for the winter.
Harrowed birds flutter and squabble
over the remainder of seeds lost
under a bench by the rats' nest.
They wheel and peck above summer-flung stones
hurled on a day when a different kind of pond froze.
Hiding The PainOnce held safely by her lies
Then torn apart by the truth;
One who was so angelic
Now a demon in front of you.
It all seems so new and horrid
A fresh scar in your mind;
But you're here in his embrace
Safe from that who harms.
Hatred does not fill your heart
It is filled with sorrow and grief.
All the pain is eased though
By the love you both share.
Though the memory will never leave
Always there before your eyes.
A veil hides your nightmare,
So you may enjoy the moment at hand.
Trying to HuntThere was a tear sometime into winter
It was deep onyx and browbeaten
Bleeding murk that grayed the snow,
In an unknown portion of the cedars;
Cold filled the sandwich up with slime.
“Time” said Rex, “the seer of all things
has found you out.” (Trudging went the boots)
Winter looked soft but wetly it chaffed, it made
One’s feet miserable; the gun kept slipping
And the jacket decided to forgo its warmth.
There was no grand effulgence amongst the Ether,
There was no “I” in the clouds; what was one hunting?
Geese they flew in an echelon that burned in white
Every year feeling it out, knowing better; ‘they must feel
Love? They bond for life;’ no “I” was in the cloud.
Horrible is a truth that one can find, reflected in
A swath of nature, there is no help in the hollows
Or the brooks, no solace when blood is in one’s ears
Consciousness buzzed along, and breath labored;
One listened to the heartbeat atop the clinkin
SeasonsH-hi my name is Spring..
people like call me Shy a lot..
im the most calm of all 4..
normally I hate to talk but,
ill bring in a little chat..
sometimes if im not making my drizzle entrance,
ill put up a kite in the breezy sky..
its very peaceful during my time,
maybe even putting some freshly new flowers
while wearing my green wispy dress.
even though me and autumn don't have a lot of time,
ill make sure nature will show who i really am by then..
Hello! The name's Summer!
people love to call me outgoing!
I'm the pretty radical season here guys.
haha yo im not afraid of others,
so I ain't worried of chatting with folks!
ill bring in my sizzling heat entrance (whoops!)
with a friendly atmosphere during my period!
eh ill just put on my Muse hat + sunglasses
along with my epic shirt n' pants
luckily me and winter last for a while
so hopefully the heat and fun will help shows me off!..
*Sigh* oh sorry, im Autumn
the complaining folks calle
Winter's BloodSnow falls like blood trickling down
until it reaches the ground
Winter's Blood isn't red
It doesn't symbolize pain
but it shows strength
"Another year we have endured"
said the four seasons
"And you should be rewarded"
praised Winter, in all her glory
"I'll give up my blood, and offer up another year"
"Another year for joy. For Sorrow. For Anger..."
The Four Seasons drank the blood in unison and formed the icy bond
That lays upon the world by night
The Four Seasons
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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