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Emberlight RacesEmberlight flickers across your face,
We stand in silence, we run this race,
To get closer in this cold,
We both know, we are so bold.
(And you, I see, are looking at me,
I look back to you, then to my shoes)
Snowflakes are sticking to our hair,
You see I'm nervous, I don't know if I dare
Lean in to let you hold me while
My heart pounds as I smile.
(And these thoughts go through my mind,
And I know you, you are so kind
We stare at each for a small eternity,
Move forward just fractions,
Brush my skin so carefully
With fingers that hold such quiet passion.
(Your face, I see, so close to mine,
The stars fly by in sharp, straight lines)
Crush me to you as we collide,
Two souls meet like strong stormtides,
Crash, smash, fumbling, needing,
Always kissing, never forgetting.
(The cold winter air only just separates us,
We are hungry, we are ravenous)
When we break apart, we stand together, smile,
Hold on, try not to fall.
We talk in slow voices,
We've made our choic
A Better Way to Drown : 1A BETTER WAY TO DROWN
When the lights fade out,
All the sinners crawl.
—Imagine Dragons, "Demons"
COLD, RAGGED BREATH RAKED DOWN HIS THROAT, made his lungs spasm, spit and heave with the effort to breathe. He choked on blood, wiped it from his mouth and faced his brother, fingers clenching around the handgun.
Rain pounded on top of him like a merciless shower of bullets. It dripped down his forehead and into his eyes, mixing with blood and dripping down his cheeks like tears. The mud at his feet was tinged with deep red, it spattered his boots, caked his clothes, his skin.
"Given up already, Danny?" His brother smiled with cruel and sadistic amusement. "You never were one for heroics."
"No," he managed, "I haven't given up." The gun was cold under his fingers. But he didn't know if he could actually pull the trigger. If he pulled the trigger he'd become just like his brother: something dark and terrible, something brutal and heartless, a monster.
Create a Story...1Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Danny who always dreamed of becoming the world's best garbage-man. He trained every day for 18 hours in order to beat his rival, The Fierce Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Danny came armed with a box and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Danny emerged as the icy victor! His achievement is celebrated every Halloween.
Breathe AgainRain pours down on me,
Choking, crushing, throttling me,
Until I can scream no more.
Knees buckle beneath me,
Tears cling to my eyelashes,
Blood sticks to my scraped knees.
(Why, why, why?
Why did you do this to me?
Why did it have to be me?)
I can feel the waves
Rolling toward me, thunder a
Hazy backdrop to my grief.
Bloody fingerprints leave smears
Of red across damp pavement,
My skin is cold, wet, bloodless.
(What did I do to deserve this?
I never hurt you
Not like you hurt me)
My world is crashing, down, down, over me,
I cannot speak. I am mute. Silent.
I cannot breathe. I am dead. Gone.
Fire burns inside me, destroying,
Killing, hurting, but the rain sends
Fragments of cold through my heart.
(Blades flash through the edge of me,
Cutting, tearing, ripping,
Murdering mewho I used to be)
It doesn't get better. It never will.
But at least I won't drown in this torrent
Of rain and heartache.
At least you are no longer a part of me.
At least at last
And She Loved Him Still :: Part 1AND SHE LOVED HIM STILL
PART 1. Underneath
Strip away the flesh and bone. Look beyond the lies you've known
I sit at the dinner table, staring across it into the eyes of my husband, wishing that I have the strength to tell him. To tell him, everything, everything I thought, everything I yearn to say. But I keep my mouth shut and keep eating.
My eyes wander over to the faces of my children, two girls, one boy. August, Isabel, and Adelina. August is turning seventeen this September, Isabel is fourteen, and Adelina is only eight.
"How was work today?" The words hitch in my throat, overly sweet and sticky, like sickening honey.
My husband raises his head and looks at me, really looks at me, and I know he really sees what he's been putting me through, what his work, this war, has been putting his family through. I know that he sees the shadows punched beneath my eyes, from long nights with no sleep, I know he sees how I've lost weight, I know he sees how the light ha
My GirlHeartache, anger, torment.
That girl, the girl with the pale gray eyes, and
hair that glitters with iridescence, like a crow's wing,
is staring at me with the harshest accusation in her eyes.
"You broke her heart, you smashed it to pieces.
You don't know what I went through to help her get back on her feet again.
She will never be the same because of you."
Falling, euphoria, hope.
I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to fall in love with her.
But there is something about her that her sister just didn't have.
A fierceness, a warrior's spirit, that I've never found before.
"Get away from me, you monster.
You think that I'm going to hook up with you, so that you
Can break my heart the way you broke hers? Not a chance."
Heartbreak, pain, depression.
I can't find a way to get over her. I know she
doesn't love me. But that doesn't mean
that I don't love her.
"The answer is still the same. No, no, no.
I will never be with you. Ever. I don't love youI don't even like you.
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 3PROLOGUE
It's not the right thing, baby,
But the right thing suits so few.
--Hedley, "Heaven's Gonna Wait"
The man was on his knees, chained by the wrists to the wall. His head was bent, and his clothes torn.
Adrien's best and only true friend, Byron, was leaning against the wall, watching the prisoner warily. Both of them hated questioning prisoners, but Adrien always got the worse end of it, because he had a destructive Gift.
"Easy," Byron murmured as Adrien passed him, "You gotta keep it cool."
"Got it." Adrien knew that Byron was warning him. Byron was famous among the Rebels for his clairvoyanceit was always usefulbut the warning worried Adrien. "What's his name?"
"We've identified him as Marcus Tiller," Byron replied quietly, and Adrien automatically winced. This wasn't the first time he'd met Marcus.
"Alright." Adrien clasped and unclasped his hands. "Let's get to work."
Adrien strode toward the man called Marcus, turning off his kinder, more
This Sinner's Heart :: Chapter 3A NOTE TO THE READER:
Alright, since I've gone and revised my whole WIP for Lights Shine Darkly, and since this is a companion novel, I'll be revising the setting and changing it to the setting I'm now using. Since you guys have no idea what setting that is, I'll briefly explain it.
The year is 2027, and the war has been tearing everything apart for the past 7 years. There are three sides: the Government, who have the superior numbers, weapons, and power, the Rebels, who are outnumbered but have the people on their side, and the Outcasts, who are people just basically standing by and waiting for the war to end. Stick 17-year-old Byron Buckthorn in the middle of it (yes, I changed his last name and his age, I'm such a rebel XD) and there you have it. Currently we're in Australia, where Byron grew up, but later on we'll be headed off to North America, where the majority of the war is being fought.
Also, I will be slowly editing/rewriting chapter 1 and 2, but the same events will be
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 2Once she shut the door, she felt her previous strength buckle and she stumbled.
Her hands slammed against the wall, and a choked sob scraped out of her mouth. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, wouldn't believe that she'd just threatened to kill someone. That she'd just become the very person she didn't want to be, even if just for a moment.
She touched her stinging cheek, and found that it was wet. A gasp hitched in her throat. She hadn't cried in yearshadn't ever found the strength to face the tears. But now she had.
Slowly, she made her way down the hallway, toward the elevator. She jammed her finger against the up button, and then rammed her fist at the 9 button inside.
Tia held on to the railing, clenching her fingers around it, like it was the last thing holding her about hell.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped into the dim hallway.
A door clicked shut, and ahead of her, she spotted a tall, dark figure, lean and muscular, shutting a door. Sh
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above, it's warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
STRAIGHTJACKET MEMORIESDeliver me up O precious lord,
Straightjacket memories, take them away;
My life, I must live of my own accord,
Of my past, I’ve said all I have to say.
Baptize me now, with hope eternal,
Do this for me so I’ll never look back;
Release me from this woman infernal,
Seal up my armor and leave not a crack.
Destroy this pain that I’m weary to hold,
And in its place be resounding joy;
Aged resentment is now bitter cold,
God won’t you please help that little boy?
Locked in a prison, he hasn’t a choice,
I am still breathing while he is in hell;
Give me the courage to now be his voice,
In my loving arms shall he ever dwell.
Thank you my lord, for all you have given,
Straightjacket memories, take them away;
I’m just a man who comes to you shriven,
Of my past, I’ve said all I have to say…
ArmsThese are a set of arms that I have not met
They have not held a true love yet
They were so small and thin at first
Never were they close to being cursed
They are stronger than I used to know
I had never expected them to grow
To my dismay, these arms are also scarred
There was no one to be your guard
Despite that, your arms are never cold
I rather love your arms, truth be told
They may have been once forsaken
Maybe even quite a bit shaken
Yet, here you are, arms wide open
showing all of your great devotion
displaying all of your deep love
Never again will their emptiness be spoken of
For I will be the one to hold you
My arms have done some growing too
Never again will they be rejected or harmed
I promise, in my arms, you will go unharmed.
Let air sate you,
soak through your emptiness.
Fill your being with oxygen and
Do not let you
lose this. Life is not easy here,
and you deserve better, but stay:
The Sonnet of WarThough fires crackle bright and bullets soar
I cower in the twilight dark of fear.
I hear the baying of the monster War
and tremble as its monstrous form draws near.
The wicked monster has no charity
its sole is smithed of fire and of hate.
It slaughters men indiscriminately
this heartless, soulless, wicked child of Fate.
Though I may flee it, I cannot outrun,
for it has claimed my people’s hearts and souls.
Smoke spews forth from the barrel of the gun,
yet they sit and watch, their hearts grown cold.
It scorched my soul, and burned my hope away
so in this darkness I shall hope to stay.
To Everyone I've Ever Thought I Loved To Everyone I've Ever Thought I Loved
1. I was young and quite stupid.
You were attractive
and way, way out of my league.
2. Your influence changed my life
and i think i might
just still love you for that fact.
3. I'm not quite sure what it was
about you. Maybe
your taste in bands... or your hair.
4. You were a dick... I knew that.
But for some reason
I still went there anyway.
5. Times were hectic and you broke
my heart. But it's not
like i did much to stop you.
6. You were my biggest secret.
If only i knew
Back then that you liked girls too.
7. You were the first to love me.
One and a half years
I like to stop
And stare at myself
In the mirror,
I like to look
Inside of myself,
I want to go.
I think I'm moving,
But I go nowhere.
Scream when I
Find out I'm
Going the wrong way.
I reach for
Your hand, a
Intended to calm
My erratic nerves.
I like to freeze
Time in place,
And Judge who
And who I am.
I like to stroll
Down this empty
Street and see
Ghosts of absent
To take a photo
So you don't forget
The precious memories.
And who you used to be.
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