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Heart Of My HeartIf I were to write my love for you,
A hundred pages would not be enough;
For no amount of words
Could accurately describe
The feelings that lie within my heart.
I could count the ways
And never finish.
To speak of depth
Would be so meaningless.
But even so,
For you I'll try;
If only for the fun of it.
That ever so beautiful,
The way you find
Such mirth in life,
Even when hardships abound.
That hint of spices
You know I love so much.
The way it lingers
In the air about me
Even after you depart.
The way you see
Through all my masks,
And into my true soul.
I love how you can match my stubbornness.
How you encourage my strength of will.
I love how you can talk me into anything,
How you expertly appeal to my curious mind.
I love how you can make me break into healing tears
When my hurt is threatening to swallow me whole.
I love how you can take all of my anger,
And all too well counter my every blow.
It's Better To Start Slow Luna woke up the next morning to Heather poking her head softly. She moaned sleepily into her pillow and tried to move but found she was tangled in her sheets; she then opened her eyes to find that her “pillow” was in fact Heather’s chest, and the “sheets” restricting her were her arm pinned under the blonde and their legs tangled together. For a moment, she wondered what Heather was doing in her bed, and then she remembered the events from the previous day.
Oh. Right. That happened. - Luna mumbled groggily.
Heather let out a soft laugh and proceeded to help her friend roll off of her.
I’d forgotten you’re an affectionate sleeper. - She teased, sitting up.
Shut up. - Luna responded, propping herself up on her elbows, trying without much success to suppress a giggle.
Speaking of ‘That’; shall we go see how our guest is faring? - Heather asked, getting up.
Luna let out a
As Far As Entrances Go As far as beings of the fae persuasion go, Heather Mason and Luna Draven where more or less average to the casual observer. They were just a pair of twenty-somethings who became fast friends after they met while on vacation and had decided to move in together a year into their relationship.
That was, of course, until the night a certain Norse god crashed into their lives.
It all started with a rather unremarkable spring afternoon. Fair-haired, green-eyed Heather was outside working on her garden, as per her daily routine. The garden in question, with its abundance of colourful flowers and fragrant herbs, was one of her favourite places to be, as was evidenced by the sun-kissed tone of her skin, and she was enviably good at tending to it. The only thing better than the young Miss Mason’s gardening was her cooking, which had earned her a great many admirers in the neighbourhood. Many were the community gatherings which she was asked to c
The Morning After The first thing Heather noticed when she got home the next morning was that her rose bush looked a little abused, as if someone had stumbled into it. As she reached the front door, she noticed small streaks of blood smeared on the door’s frame, as if someone had leaned on it after stumbling into her rose bush. She sighed, shaking her head, and dug her key out from her purse and unlocked the door. Her hand lingered on the door handle as she hesitated before turning it and walking inside.
Once inside, Heather saw that the end table by the door was overturned, and the mirror down the hall had been knocked down, the shards of it scattered all over the floor. Again, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Then she took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever she would find, and walked down the hall and into the living room.
Heather wasn’t sure what she expected to find when she walked into the living room, but it wasn’t the mess
I Can Explain What in Gaia’s name are you doing? - Luna asked her roommate as entered the kitchen.
Heather, who was leaning half into the refrigerator, started and, in her haste to stand up straight, bumped her head rather painfully on the roof of the appliance.
Nothing! - She said quickly, rubbing her head and wincing at the pain.
Sweetie, there’s blood dripping down your face. - Luna pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest.
Uhmm… I can explain…? - Heather said sheepishly, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
Luna raised an eyebrow skeptically, then gestured with her hand as if to say ‘Go on’. The blonde hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with her hands, before sighing in defeat.
Okay, I can’t. – She admitted, hanging her head in shame.
Luna sighed and placed a hand on her forehead in exasperation; this was the third time that week she woke up in the small hours of th
Veo NadaVeo todo y veo nada;
Veo que aún me amas.
Pero hoy te dejo en el olvido.
¿Acaso no te das cuenta de lo que has causado en mí?
¿Ignoras que por ti ya apenas puedo sobrevivir?
Después de tantos años que has estado tu conmigo,
Que fácil ha sido marcharme,
Seguir adelante sin mirar atrás.
Y no me importa tu dolor,
Porque ya no aguanto más.
He comenzado a respirar de nuevo;
Sin ti puedo yo ahora vivir.
Ya no te necesito para existir.
Veo TodoVeo todo y veo nada;
Veo que ya no me amas.
Me has dejado en el olvido.
¿Acaso no te importa lo que he hecho por ti?
¿Ignoras qué sin mí no puedes sobrevivir?
Después de tantos años que he estado yo contigo,
Tan fácil es marcharte,
Seguir adelante sin mirar atrás.
Tal parece que no te importa
Como duele ver que te vas.
Pero aquí aun te espero;
Ya vendrá el día que te acordaras de mí.
Sabes que sin mí no puedes existir.
Unreal RealityTruth be told,
I'm a liar.
My honesty is so openly spilled.
I live and I breathe
To make sure it is seen
Every one of my illusions is real.
There is no certainty.
There is only verity.
Falsity be told,
My mendacity would be openly known.
The one purpose which I entertain
Is to unwillingly retain
The unconcealed I'll never reveal.
This is no fallacy.
There is no facticity.
My face is a mask,
The mask my inner mirror.
Every truth in me is untrue,
Every lie makes reality clearer.
My disguise is pure nakedness,
My bareness my greatest misdirection.
Every delusion of mine is actuality,
Every link a complete disconnection.
There is no one way to define
My unreal reality.
Yule Song (Lyric Version)Welcome spirits,
Come and join
In this revelry.
The snow falls thick,
The night doth sing,
The Yuletide greetings
She doth bring.
Join me spirits,
Rejoice in the dusk,
In sacred moonlight
We bask and we dance.
Be welcome thus,
Join me and witness
The rebirth of the Sun.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
MindMy oldest of enemies,
Thought processing fiend,
So full of ways to undermine me.
True culprit of my woes,
You answer to me, yet to no one at all.
I know what you are, yet
I truly do not.
To know your true face,
May I dive beneath the waves of sanity?
Shall I waltz to your ever discordant tunes?
Or will you forever elude me?
If time may prove just one thing;
I'll evermore stand against you, until I win.
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