The Chill of MeltingThe loving hands which shaped these feathersbade me fight the fire and forsake the water,find the space between.Then those hands released me from our cage,and from my mind all was gone.The empty openness of the skywas the same as that of my mind.Curiosity flew to me on her silver wingsand, landing on my back,bade me soar.She flew into my throat and sat in my heartwarming her iced hands at the fire of my freedom.She bade the flames burn brighter,for her hair was tangled with frost,her eyes had become crystals of ice,and snow now flowed through her veins.She sang to me a song of winter,and in the spring sunI sprung from the cold shadows.Her breaths of mist filled my wingsand chilled my blistering skin.Her icy tears streamed from my ember eyes.She gathered the cinders in her icicle fingersand cooled my burning fear.But as she sang her song,the fire bade me fall.Curiosity’s laughter screamed in my ears.As the ashes swirled like snow,I floated past the soft
LabyrinthDarkness will, in this maze,scream in the ears of wanderers.Darkness will, in this labyrinth,crawl into the hearts of men.Darkness will, in this endless hall,silence escaping words and drag the rain from eyes of children.Darkness will, in this prison,prevail.
ColorlessFeel openness around you,lending its strength to the worn woodbending beneath youand holding you up.The trees clutch you close to their chests,comforting your unseeing eyes.In the quiet around youblooms the silent flower,your own breathing the only thing to soundalongside the avian lullabiessinging the sun to cool slumber.Swallow the birds’ calls,keeping the chill of the night from your skin.Hear the trees’ heartbeat,beating a rhythm for your own.Breathe in the silencepooling about you.Because when you’re aloneyour empty eyes can see.
Red LeatherMy eyes kissed the tough wagon,“I’m afraid I’ve surprised you” said the wheel,as red leather rocks took the shock and flew.They flew twice as high as the wall,flew past the stars and grew into the moon,as the clouds sang, loud proud and true.The frog sat inside the mailbox,as someone pushed a pile of post,the wide face swung forward and bit.Paper bruised and cut its poor throat,so our little frog melted to soft mudand snow fell on the hot tarmac.Wavering heat feasts on bones,bones disowned by the scrap dogs.Children mutter proverbs in silence,their eyes lamps of sugar and spiceand as the gasping earth drinks its tea,lambs die and no one hears their cries.
Away From HomeChantel walked along the boring, grey hallway like she did everyday on the way to group therapy. Walking down those halls really reminded her how much she hated the color grey. The walls were grey, the ceiling was grey, the furniture was grey, the sky outside was often grey; the color grey seemed to be a pandemic and, the first point of infection was the building she now lived in. She was an inpatient at a sanitorium surrounded by bucolic fields, trees and, as Chantel had figured when she arrived, nothing else. Thinking about the surrounding countryside reminded her of how she had been dropped at Mountainview Sanitorium by her untenably furious parents just a week ago. However, it seemed like years since she was sitting in the leather back seat of the family Volkswagen, duffel bag at her feet. The door to group therapy and the face of her friend Claire woke her from her reverie.“Dude, lets go! Doc is gonna kill us if we’re late again,” Claire smiled as she remembered
Love Is BlindWhy do you still want him after everything that he did..You offered him your heart, body and soul,and he damaged your soul and threw your heart like it was nothing,he took the body and after he was done he threw it away it, too.So, why do you still dream of him..why want someone like him..?
Midnight SkiesWild blue in your eerie eyesis flickering like midnight skies,it makes me mad, it makes me achefor something more than a random heartache.And your heart is timid like a small, untamed foxburied deep in the ground in a black onyx box.I want it bad, I want it now,like a chaotic emerald necklace, someday, somehow.You're everything and more, a misty shadow and a morning glow,a furious fire and an icy snow,a kingdom of gold and a crumbling throne.
I am a writer.And I don't even careif the world hears my story.All I want to dois put my ink to paperand stain the white with all the thingsyou said to meand watch the paper blackenuntil you can't see the lines,because I am a writer.And I always carry my penso I can stain the world with my storiesthe way you stained me.I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
wands up your face had many names, each one a ring in the tree of your life; a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind you were the lighthouse in the fog, the booming presence from above, the firework display in Germany, and the wizard who struck Muggle gold in the hearts of millions; the laughter in your halls will cease to be mo
Isabella Gets Kinda Salty About FeminismTeach me how to be soft.Like Monet paintings.All pastel and water colorSo easily washed away.But so breath takingly pretty.Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)Like the breeze whistling through the trees.Delicate and belonging to Spring.Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.Teach me how to be beautiful.A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.But don't I look so nice in this dress?Make my hair like silkInstead of a mess of tangled curls.Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.Sick and utterly gorgeous.Am I perfect to you now?You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.But you tell me 'Smile honey'Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'And I can hear my heart beat in them.You've taught me this since I was born.But I know better now.My pretty is uniqueLike wild flowers and thunderstorms.Vibrant and loud.And I will not be tamed,B
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
Lighting In My BonesI loved you until therewas nothing left of me,but lighting in my bonesand chaos in my heart.
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:Can you feel it in the winds?The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!How does it feel I wonder,This question I askTo those who have spent their entire existenceAmassing power over their fellows...Know now that your paltry gestures;Your pseudo-might is but dust,Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,That your world will burn...
Let me Go.I scrub and claw,and the water runs clearbut the blood on my handsis red as ever,it beats and pulseslike the blood in my veins.Turning my back,I'm giving up.I'm returning to my haven,not so safe,not so sound,where I scream.