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The Journey Begins...After a couple days on the road, it became very apparent to Razabeth that she would require more than the clothes on her back to make this work. While the horse seemed content to continue on regardless of the weather, the girl did not share her work ethic. It was spring and in the greenbelt of the Empire that meant rain. Lots of it.
There really was not much left of the highborn lass that had set out afire with righteousness. It was very likely she had drowned a while back. Now her long hair was tangled and pulled back into a rough bun on the back of her neck. Her once bright red dress was dark with water and grime. The Popinjay had transformed into a sparrow.
"At least we blend in " She muttered, half to herself and half to the mare. It hadn't taken long for her to start talking to the animal. Questioning her sanity had not been high on her list of things to do lately. Regardless, she was right. When they finally gave up and approached one of the many homesteads that
Prologue Part 2While she lay on her back in the dust, looking up into the misty blue sky, Razabeth became aware of how very grateful she was that there was no one there to witness her final humiliation. The horse quite peacefully browsed the foliage, it's subtle rusting telling her it was close nearby somewhere out of her line of sight. A cold sense of emptiness began to set in. For a moment she closed her eyes and surrendered to it. Allowed herself to feel the full implication of the choices she had made in the past few hours. Two tear trails burned cold against her flushed cheeks. She allowed herself just this small moment of self-pity. Then she got angry.
Bolting suddenly upright she shot the unsuspecting animal a look that could kill lesser things. To its credit it did startle, shooting her a wounded look over it's shoulder. Of course this only served to jerk the poor girl off balance and into the dirt once again. A raw choked scream bubbled up from somewhere deep inside and clawed it's way into
TorpidThe rain has come,
It's cold drops falling like tears.
Phoenix flying caught unawares
entranced with the fiery colors of autumn.
Is battered by the freezing realization,
that the time has come,
The fire has gone,
snuffed out by the hovering storm.
Phoenix mourning lies weeping.
A bedraggled thing huddled small for comfort,
made bony and frail by the wet.
stripped of beauty
The snow falls deep.
a soft numb blanket to dull the pain.
Phoenix sleeping seems dead.
Eyes staring and mouth agape with silent screams,
Aching and yearning for the sun,
and the quickening of spring
to awake again.
FallingI tried to watch the sky fall
but you were sleeping...
and the clouds had rolled in
when I wasn't looking.
I stood on the terrace
disappointed and ready to give up
but I saw a streak of silver
in the corner of my eye.
I couldn't tell if I was crying
Or if a star had crossed my path
but I couldn't look away
in case I missed something...
So I just stood there
Leaning out over the railing
Neck craned at an impossible angle
FairytaleI am tired of chasing fairy-tales.
I see mirages in the desert.
Beautiful shimmering castles,
full of people that love me.
When I reach for them they're gone.
They were smoke and mirrors.
Fairies aren't real.
But it doesn't bring them back to me.
Now I'm lost in the woods,
and it's dark in there.
I'm chasing willow-wisps,
Arms outstretched - trusting the light
Then I'm falling in the mud,
and it's dragging me down.
Fairies aren't real.
But it doesn't bring them back to me.
Maybe there's no place
For love among friends...
Everything here is only a year and a day.
Then it's gone.
But I'll never grow up,
if it means being so cold.
It is so cold.
I'm not real.
Fairies aren't real.
No one is clapping anymore.
StrayThe past my love,
is not undone,
whether wrong or right.
The choice is made,
the door is closed,
there's no more time to fight.
It leaves it's mark,
'pon every soul,
a scar for all to see.
A wary look,
a cringing fear,
the sudden urge to flee.
Cast it off,
this heavy coat,
and let the seasons change.
Feel the breeze,
seek the sun,
though choices may estrange.
Our path is chosen
not by us,
and though the way be hard.
There is beauty,
there is truth,
hidden in the sward.
when your journey's though
and your heart has found it's home.
the path was clear,
there's a reason that we roam.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
See Through YouHow do you allow for your own eyes to see through you?
Reflections hold no meaning,
when the image cascading back, is just your own ghost.
What unworldly realm did you get lost in?
I remember the touch of white glass, pale skin on your brow.
It shattered so easily, with such a soft touch,
if only the touch you felt, was only the love.
But sheets of burning skin, you have now.
This avalanche of you came crashing down quickly.
It was your emotion not your voice;
that started the cosmos to implode inside you.
Each star died out, and they all winked before they died.
It was this bi-polar you, who had split into two.
Through mitosis you defined your real you.
If only the other half could have been saved,
or maybe it’s lost and stored away?
I want to allow you, to see the person you are to be.
But,no mirror I show you could ever speak true to your own face.
Perhaps one day, your true self will stay.
But for now,
you allow your own eyes to see through you.
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flower
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones
My personal Mr. HydeDoctor, Doctor!
Give me a pill.
A pill to kill the pain,
to kill the darkness inside of me.
To kill the voice inside my head,
that won't let me sleep for crying.
How could the arrow miss it's mark?
Collateral damage and innocent bystanders.
I asked for an assassination,
got a bomb.
Now I 'm surrounded,
burnt out husks
and radiation poisoning
Christmas in July.
it doesn't feel the same.
I don't believe in fairies anymore.
All illusions stripped away.
I don't feel right.
What have I become?
I think a monster crawled inside me
Do you know what's going wrong?
I think that it wants out.
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