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My Midnight Lover.I spend the darkness<da:thumb id="410243846"/> <da:thumb id="410123241"/>
Waiting for you and your gracious splendor
In the midnight shroud
Your touch to graze upon my skin
Your lips like sweet roses
I have tasted none other...
Your scent has captured me into a game
A life intertwined within my veins
My heart now, full of burning desire
I crave you more than ever before
Your love and lust are all I ever need
To declare to the world that we are twisted
Now let us make the solemn night
An anthem for the lonely hearts
With you and me touch by touch
For your teeth graze upon my whim
As I wait patiently for the crimson dawn
To never come again...
To never come again.
I Like The NightsI like the Nights. What about you? It gives me time to think; to get away, to focus. I can rest my mind and spirit, as well as see what to do. The Nights always will be there, with time to think and time to breath. The Nights relieve your stress, as well as keep you calm and sane. With them, my spirit will never wane. I see the truth with Night. I feel safe with Night. No matter what, I feel no fright. I need no other light.
When I speak to the Night, I ask myself, 'What do others think? Why am I so different? How is it one can be so wrong yet so normal?' Things are different with the Night; I can speak freely and no one will care, I can see without being seen. I can think upon the hate and see it right. I can change my opinion in one moment for the better. I have a friend, the Night, she stays with me and leaves only for a short time; I need no other. I have my friends, but none of them can see me the way they should. With Her, I stay sane. People come and go, but Night, my love, will
ClairvoyantMy eyes are always open. From the rise of dawn to the moon's reign in the night and even in my dreams, I see.
My sight shifts, swirls of clarity come and go. Sometimes it's all tinged blue around the edges like I'm underwater and I can stay down for hours without having to breathe. It can be surreal, seeing that way. A waking dream that captures my vision, so entrancing I can't look away.
Sometimes it flashes; a glint of a knife, a smile, a scream. Bits and shards of pictures- puzzle pieces giving them selves to me but some mysteries are better left unsolved.
It's a burden and a safe guard with an ocean-tide mood ruled by something not at all in my control.
I think that's what freaks me out the most. The randomness of it all, the tiny things I choose to ignore that could be important.
But I can't chase every one of them, can I?
This morning in the shower it was a storm, dark with raging winds. A broken window and wet shards of glass at my feet
UnderstandIn my dreams
To all the hurtful lies
While I dream
demons come for me
take my soul
let me go
death is calling
take me home
my agony wails
despairing of a hell
mellow of danger
call me forth
through all my anger
a little stranger
sun setting on the endangered
What It Means To Disappeari have been practicing becoming invisible
i wait in pregnant silences
until my breath freezes over
i have been practicing becoming unreal
so when i tell you 'i am fiction'
i need you
to believe me
I'm no supermanA young man walked down the street, staring at the sidewalk and tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he tried to keep himself from making eye contact with anyone he passed by. He needed to be invisible for as long as he could and, due to a very terrible mistake, he was having to quit a lot of things he used to do and go under the radar. Nick was the superhero of this city, and his identity had been leaked.
Everyone knew now that the completely average Nickolas Fletcher-Hodgkiss was the incredible hero, mainly known as Wonder Boy. Nick could never come up with a proper alias for himself, so he just stuck to the name given in the paper headlines, and he felt it suited him well enough. He was able to protect the city at night, and go to school and play his music at local bars during the days and some evenings. He was a badass, and yet still could maintain his normal personality, but now...now that had all suddenly been ripped away from him.
He couldn’t be the same average joe
girl, unknownShe believes in ghosts, draws flowers in the palm of her hand, little graveyards to all those skeletons laid to rest in her mind closet. She believes in another life after death because there's got to be more to it than this, she knows she must be missing out. She doesn't have a God but she believes in faith, everyone needs to rely on something, no matter how intangible the proof. She believes in love when he falls asleep next to her and the silence isn't too much. When she doesn't have to count her heartbeats before she falls asleep. She believes, she believes in everything and in everyone without restraint. She doesn't know otherwise.
(maybe she stopped believing in fairytales after the girl, but we'll never know)
Faye's resolutionFaye didn’t like the plan much, but it was a good general idea, what she detested was the fact that will have to go underground; originally she didn’t mean to follow Laetitia but knowing her it was better to do so, she could be too passionate sometimes and lose control once she already had it. Her contribution mainly was to get them a place that was safe enough to not attack attention and selecting the group that will accompany them.
She had been there before and the Master showed her the ways to hide in those tunnels. The Claudia Aqueduct was a large set of waterways and sewers and even if not the best smelling place in Rome it wasn’t so horrible. When they came back with a hostage she pitied the older woman, got her to her undergarments and instructed for her to be kept safe and alone, she might serve another purpose later on.
The sound of explosion resonated through the walls and long corridors, she made sure the improvised cell was properly locked and went to the
LuminousWe lie together in the dark
the pale shape of you sleeping
rising and falling in the heat
I run my hands over the curves of your form and the walls
the curling corners of posters and
the four poster bed.
naked except for your shirt
the sound of the floorboards creak
in the hush under the soles
of my feet.
stopping to smile
at the faded play on words I can make out in the dark
outside the window
(and in my mind)
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Day 17: How To Bury Your MotherStart with the feet; push downDay 17: How To Bury Your Mother by camelopardalisinblue
handfuls of earth over stubbed toes
and childhood injuries--
(remember the time she pulled your hair,
called you a bitch and said your father
could never have wanted you).
Press the soil around her calves
and into her knees; let it rest there
as a symbol of the years you parted--
(remember calling her and asking
if she would visit; the way her voice
echoed yours but she never came).
Cup handfuls of dirt and splatter them,
her waist disappearing under the weight
of gravity, just like her abandonment--
(remember wondering if there'd ever be
another place called home; the space
of her now inside you).
Let the ground carve itself, wearing the shape
of her chest, arms by her sides; her heart
invisible, like the way you always felt--
(remember family events you weren't invited
to attend; her mouth hooked in a line
when she said you could have come anyway).
Cover her features one at a time with
lightly sprinkled earth; obliterate her totally
from life, like a ge
autophobiacoiled tightly, consuming itself,autophobia by camelopardalisinblue
this fear is a snake:
whole and swelling.
this distended stomach
(when you know everything
you will leave).
Carpe DiemTell me again:Carpe Diem by camelopardalisinblue
I want to hear about
the colours you carry
beneath your skin
and the way your parents betrayed
the promise nested
in your chest.
Tell me again that brokenness
skips a generation in your family-
that you are made whole
once the old generation passes,
and the way your mother decays
is an assurance
Tell me again that oaths sworn
will protect you
and the ways you've fallen,
a flattened souffle,
will stay secret--
when the evening breaks
and washes you clean,
still you will wear your sins.
Tell me again
and live anyway.
AwarenessThey all bow to the same refried themes,Awareness by camelopardalisinblue
sandwiches disguised as canapes for the industry
touting hope and wanting us to write
or draw or paint or just damn create
as long as it's hopeful and pleasing and
shows something positive because
God forbid the public see
the way it really is:
instead of a fancy appetizer
I am eating a soggy slice of stale bread
topped with cheese gone plastic
after a full minute
in the zapper-
because I got distracted and forgot
until the timer tinged and the cheese fizzed,
spitting grease and oil,
because my attention fled and for a moment
just a moment
breathing was too hard.
Everybody's learning that this could be them,
it could be their mother or brother or cousin
their grandfather or niece or child
breaking up on the inside
scattering into a jigsaw of caviar and moldy herring
and nobody wants that for their family,
nobody wants that darkness in their lives.
Oh, the caviar's fine --
everybody wants to think of those they love
as brave or strong o
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