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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.
Masquerading FlowersPink and white ruffles
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
FireThe fiery warmth.
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
rumex acetosaHer roots run far and-
Deep underneath our feet
Her leaves provide extra flavor for our greedy tongues-
And give our pain relief
But beware if you are to take too much-
Pain would be the least of your worries…
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
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
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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