Two children fled through the shadows of the forest. One, a girl, had hair as pale as winter sunlight. The other, a boy, ran ahead of her. His sharply angled face gave him a starved appearance, and his hair, once as bright as his sister's, was fading to a muted, dusky brown. They were dressed similarly in tunics of faded red. Both still had the flat blue eyes of innocence.
The boy tore away from the girl and jumped a log that was in his path. The girl shrieked in frustration and followed, her outstretched fingers narrowly missing the boy's arm as he disappeared through the trees. She stopped and pouted.
'That's not fair Danael!' The boy's laugh was her only answer and the girl sat down on the log, her thin chest heaving as she caught her breath.
Danael appeared, his face pale among the murky trees. He smiled at his defeated sister. 'You're getting faster! But you'll never beat me, boys are better than girls.'
The young girl looked up indignantly. 'That's not true! Girls are better
Love through CatastropheThe wind may howl in silent streamsLove through Catastrophe2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The earth may sleep in distant dreams
But you, my dove, are here in peace
We love together, rest in ease
When seas pull back the endless tide
And creatures small do run and hide
We stand together, hand in hand
Watch water ravage broken lands
Fires may spill from open wounds
Our baby turns within the womb
When ash rains down in flaking heat
His heart will beat, and beat, and beat.
The moon will sink below the skies
Our bones beneath the earth will lie
Our line survives, both strong and true
For you loved me, and I loved you.
An Invite to LustI linger over you as I would a lover. Each part of you offers unique possibilities; I slip in, under. I crawl over every part of you, sample all your delights. By now you are beginning to enjoy yourself. What small resistance you may have had against me has crumbled, washed away like a child's small sandcastles as the tide comes in. I am that tide. I am inevitable.An Invite to Lust2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A black tree blooms around your heart. Small purple flowers unfold; the colour of decadence and desire. Evil tastes like chocolate lying heavy upon your tongue. You revel in it, and for the first time, become an active participant in this corruption of your essence. You dance upon the keen edge between light and dark, pleasure and pain. Blood mixes with lust and love in your irresistible need to know more. To experience more.
I attend to your every desire. I show you the delights of the dark. It will be so much easier to devour you completely when you are willing and helpless. When you break around me, when you ar
-Poem- AlterationMy soul, torn to pieces,-Poem- Alteration5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my thoughts, ripped apart,
my heart, cracked too deep;
it is just the start
Darkness cloaks the man,
shields him from my eyes.
Once -- he was mine.
Blinded, by his hate,
deafened, by his rage,
burdened, by his pain;
so very much the same
Blackness spreads to me,
pulls me to his kiss.
Now -- I am his.
ForgetYou remember nothing,Forget2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How my love for you in the end,
Was taken apart in front of my eyes.
I thought you were once my friend,
But now I understand the truth in your lies.
You think of me with such spite,
Why are you the one to tell me,
What is wrong and what is right?
Your passion was blind but I made you see,
I remember everything.
October RainUpon sombre shores of sorrow,October Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll bide my time and wait,
For that onslaught of old October rain.
Those twilight tears wash away,
All my misery and all my pain,
Along bitter beaches of banality,
I'll forget my wants and needs,
For that oblivion of opaque October rain.
Spits of sadness turn sand into clay,
As my mood falls apart in vain.
In weary waters of worry,
I'll endure my death and fate,
For that oscillation I call October rain.
In that sweet shower I fail to say,
How could it have returned again?