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Heart's callWhat do you desire?
To be rid of my longing,
To dull that fire.
For a pure sense of belonging.
How will you get rid of your longing?
I will find someone who will help me forget my drought,
To help me lose all reasoning,
Who will peer through my doubt.
Who is this wondrous savior?
He is a man of many talents,
A man whom I can savor
A man whom will understand my ballad.
How does he look?
He is blue-eyed, smooth haired.
His lengthy, smooth, and soft body was the hook.
Looks that always make me happy, no matter how I once faired.
Wondrous, safety, and protective.
Life’s little days becoming productive.
The Venom, The KissA kiss can happen any moment,
Even if that’s not what was meant.
A heart beats
Finding out when and where is the feat.
The kiss brings two together
One will leave with a broken soul in the ether
One will leave with a broken heart
Where will the fracture start?
Poems are written, but never read
The simple heart run’s unfed
As the rivers run, and with the rising sun
Don’t let young love continuously run
A venomous bit
A horrendous sight
Love will break
Looking into the lake.
A Lone Heart's DreamI climb the mountains,
I see the light.
Is it but a dream from the fountain,
or is it truly the end of my plight.
Will my salvation come before the great dark,
or will I need to fight the darkness and tide before the end.
I'll give my blood, my body, and my soul for the mark,
the mark of the savior, the mark of the martyr, let this be my last bend.
Let the face I have seen within the fountain be he,
he who shall save me. And bring the light into
the cave ever so dark, where I'll be able to see.
I'll be his, to have and to hold, no longer blue.
As I dream of you
My hopes renew.
Wrath is my sin part 1 Wrath is my sin, Lust is my bait, Envy was my Life, Sloth was my luxury, Gluttony was my fear, Greed was my true goal, and Pride my driving force.
I am Brianna Orays, I may be 16 but I hold knowledge stronger than most men can handle. In my afterlife, I look back on my first life. I regret my decision.
One day when I was home I was cooking a lovely vegetable soup over the open flame. When my husband walked into the house, we were a poor family but I was able to gather fruits and vegetables to make sure we always were fed and had our taxes paid.
When I looked at him he looked like he had been given the best news of his life, he looked around the house and asked me, "Where are our children?"
A smile played over my face, "Suzan is in the garden gathering flowers and Jacob is out playing with the other town boys. They'll be back in a little bit."
I went back to stirring the stew and humming my favorite tune
The Curse/Ladies GiftThe cake was poisoned. The love was a lie. The cake was a lie…The love was poisoned.
I lay in the warm blood; essence of my life. My heart beat slowly fading and my life slowly leaving me. Before I knew it I had fallen into a sleep…a sleep that will last an eternity.
After what seemed like forever of darkness I began to stir, a warm light pulled me out of my body. My soul was free.
I am Brianna Orays, I was a 16 year old girl, dressed in my wedding dress, I lived with no one until I found Him, he saved me…or so I thought. My heart was his and he tainted it and sent me to this vortex of light and probably into heaven…I'll always watch over him…and make sure he pays for what he did to me.
Wrath is my sin, Lust is my bait, Envy was my Life, Sloth was my luxury, Gluttony was my fear, Greed was my true goal, and Pride my driving force.
My house was my own, I owned my husband. Then he decided to go against my wishes…and never came back…For this, the cake never came into existenc
.the sun did not
kiss my skin
yesterday, he slept
face around noon
and then went back
to bed; the
midnight aches and inside strangersevery night
I wake up to strangers
(No, it's not what you think.
These aren't one-
or tequila lungs
They're the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
of the fears
the dearest dreams
slithering my spine]
these are the cups
in my sorrows
in the riverbed
of a throat
from the vine garden
they found a way
They are the ones
in my blood
shuddering my bones
There's no fright.
folded like a contortionist
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
Winter WhiskImagine this: a world of writers
weaving words of utmost wonder,
witnessing fair wintry whirlwinds
that sputter through weary willows,
and wade among the windowsills -
not one whisper left obscured...
Even as the stars of woolly white
wither into an angel-winged flame,
welcoming wires of watery copper
that attract the wolves of wildflower,
and wrestle with thoughts of spring -
surely snowfall wins the poets' hands.
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.
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
What if the sky had feelings
And it's clouds were its face
If it rained, it was sad
It it was clear, she was glad
If it was dark and stormy, she was mad
But I wait everyday
For it to one day just snow
Eventually it would snow on a grey sky
The sky was exceptionally sad today
It was winter and no one liked the cold
She felt lonely and empty
And kept her clouds just as grey almost everyday
Because no one seemed to care anymore like they used too
One day she thought maybe it was time to wake up
Maybe bring in something beautiful she recently created
It started snowing, scared that no one would think it was beautiful
It was just a light snowfall
She was wrong, the light ice crystals that fell from the sky pleased many
Finally, she felt welcomed by the fellow people
And her heart had felt warm and less alone
She smiled in the winter
Because she felt accepted
(In general I enjoy winter, yes it's quite lonely and well that's me xD but I think it's a beautiful season, don't judge it by
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
When time was froze
My breath blew across the land.
Yet no one knows
What I had planned.
I knew, I felt,
I heard, I froze,
The king had knowledge withheld.
The Jester began to doze.
Energy in the kingdom drained
My plan was simple and nearly done.
Though everything was explained,
In the end, there was only destruction.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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