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camelopardalisinblue the river doesn't always singThese words are not
river-smooth; they fall
in fits and starts and
bounce loosely, rocks
in the rapids, spitting
emotions like spray:
fear-twigs and sadness-
leaves swallowed into eddies.
Disappointment,
the stone-dam
stemming the flow.
memoryyou are the singe on skin;
a sharp intake of breath
and a sleeping blister
awakened into its own birth
i have yet to learn
how best to challenge
the fire of your burn
so much morealter, like i am a piece
of her, a piece of a wall,
something not me, not
blood and pulse and beating
heart, alter, like i'm the she she'd be
in another world another
dream another life--
alter, like i'm nothing
more than a nightmare,
a puzzle unpieced,
like i'm not me, not
neurons fired and nerves
fizzling, alter, like
i'm just the she she'd be
in another life another
world another dream--
alter, like i am a fragment,
the shard of someone else,
someone fragile and broken,
not her, not us,
not my own thoughts and hurt
feelings, alter, like i'm
nothing more
than the she she'd be
in another dream another
life another world--
alter,
like i'm not even
human.
MotleyDreams Story Me ThisThe line of worn travelers straggled from the brightness of the barren gray rock valley into the cave mouth, all carrying bags of various sizes and too weary to talk much. The light of the sun was moderated here in the cave due to the angle of the overhang, so they could remove shaded goggles and blink tired eyes, but only a few had the motivation to do so. At the head of the group, their guide folded his map and looked askance at the etched markings on the cave wall, none of which held any meaning for him.
"How much longer?" asked the woman behind him, unslinging her bag so she could roll her neck. "Our elders will need to stop." The pretty woman in tattered brown and gray layers had recently reached her twentieth year. Her husband was two years older, both of them stoop-shouldered with advancing age. The three weeks of travel had not been easy on any of the travelers, but it had taken a toll on the elders especially, some of whom were even as old as thirty, and the guide's wife had t
Mature Content
Voices in the Dark: Prologue"Are you sure of this?" The woman standing opposite him glanced up in surprise before rereading the dirty scrap of paper he had handed her. "Did you double check these numbers?" They stood by the only lit torch in the underground meeting hall, using its scant light to exchange their information.
"Twice. He's already got four hundred he's calling 'new recruits', but they didn't march out with us. The others were all fairly certain how many more they could rally in the next year, they'd obviously been working on that before this meeting." He took the paper from her and flipped it over before handing it back to point at the four scribbled lines. "I didn't get all their names, and I could be wrong about that last one. But I was right outside the tent through the whole conference, and now Iohan's following the group. He should have more information when I get back... he was trying to become the general's personal servant." Dylin Trekys pulled his homespun cloak tightly about himself and sid
SNMGems Something, SomewhereSometimes I wonder where I’m going
while I’m looking back only knowing where I’ve been
Something’s going to keep these juices flowing
something somewhere soon has got to give
I know there’s times that you don’t know me
and often I still wonder who I am
But all the roads of life are rarely sorry
and somewhere in its mass we’ve got to live
We will ride the torrents when they’re raging
in sight of promised calm and soothing bliss
And when the nights are cold and lonely
we will share the moments that we’ve missed
Some how I’m still out here asking questions
seeking answers that I know aren't mine to have
Something deep inside me keeps on pulling
dragging back the things I thought I had
I know in those moments I can lose you
like a whisper through the darkness never said
Still all the roads we take remain unknown
but even in the forks we find a bend
We will ride the torrents when they’re raging
in sight of promised c
Tenacious CorrosionShe seethes with a venomous soul
emanating desperation and fabricated love
breeding drama like she's going for gold
can't push back, if push comes to shove
Expediting an adeptly scandalous brand of low
she'll never give herself the right to rise above
Sooner seeking wreckage in blow after blow
dying in plight to discover a new type of tough
Her masochistic sabbatical bleeds only hope
the black swan is becoming undone
She'll never swim heavily sinking like a stone
reaching out to find there's nothing left to hold
Fool heartily relinquishing all control
infatuated intoxication, a most righteous buzz
The only welcomed world she seems to know
~who needs to live, when one can succumb~
Is this the vindication she sought down this road
deludingly lost on what's she's running from
Dancing with face-less strangers in places untold
chasing melancholy memories of faded loved ones
Scurrilously her misery threatens to explode
tyrannized by a mania that never gets enough
She's knows she'll remain
GlassI gave you everything, even more than I could show
somehow in the emptiness I really should have known
It all gets taken for granted, no matter what the cost
and out here in the darkness I suffer for my loss
I know I’ll never get it back, I wouldn't even try
alone without an answer in pain that wont subside
I bled my soul dry for you, and watched myself drain
out here like a stranger, raving, starving and insane
Waiting around the corner to be saved or seen
screaming into nothingness for all I’ve ever been
You took every ounce of me and smite my trust in vain
leaving me without a glace, you trode on my remains
Take me, break me, use me up, and leave me now so cold
innocently toying as if my heart was not my own
My words they go unnoticed and my heart is dead within
for everything I gave to you I’m tortured for the sin
I Let it slip so easily into your unstable grasp
here I lay in shards as though my heart were broken glass..
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