ExistenceYou haven't lived in years. You've been too busy just trying to stay alive.
Cosmic SymphonyThe notes build up deep within youburning at your coresnaking through your veins until your skin hums red-hot with fire.They say the sun is hottestwhen you are just barely out of reach.It is there you shall ignite.But if I managedto slip past your blistering coronapast the halo of light that surrounds you -and stroke your scorching surfacewould I find the rightto burn with you?And maybeI could learn to play youlike the instrument you are.Helios, god of the sun,your surface shudders with sound,melodious vibrationsunfit for such ears as mine.Yet still I wonder what you would sound likeif my hands would not
Dinner In a TombShe always did love pomegranates.She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed."Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face."I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."
CatsCats are special in all ways.They'll play with you for days and days.One rule about owning a cat:love them, love them:that is that.
It's Not About FameThese words within me,singing just beneath my skinare not just mine.I'm going to unleash them upon the worldand make them yours.
Sehnsucht - The Winter FaeKatie stormed out the front door about a minute after arriving home. Her parents were at it again. The argument had progressed to the point where neither one was making any effort to keep their voices down. It didn't matter that Katie had SATs to study for. There was no chance of that with her parents screaming their heads off about - what was it this time? Katie listened.Oh, God. The hairbrush. They're fighting about the hairbrush again. That was enough for Katie to slip back out to the porch, pull on her rollerblades and go. She didn't want to be here if the cops showed up again.Her friends liked to make fun of her for rollerblading. "Who still does that?""You should try skateboarding instead - at least then you might attract some cute skater guys". "Rollerblading? Seriously?"Katie tried to ignore them. They didn't understand her need to escape, not just her house but her life. To Katie, rollerblading was freedom. It
On The Threshold of CreationDaughter of Hecate,I was born upon the thresholdof one year and the next:a tiny earthen creature,awash in a sea of stars.Too late did I rememberCapricorn is the goat withthe tail of a fish,and perhaps my legs were never meantto tread upon the earth.I've heard tellthat Saturn is the harshest master,and will never be satisfiedby words alone.In the beginning I was sure-footedas the goat who glitters in stars above me,ideas sprung full-grown from my head,as Athena born from ZeusToo late do I recallthat prophecy foretold,Zeus' own creationwould surpass even him.I'm still trying to puzzle outwhether my own creationwill surpass me, and live on,or destroy me altogether.Yet still I weave my words,and endeavor to make Athena proud.She beckons me home,tall and stern from woven banner:tempts me with promises of "Eureka",and still I pray, to any who would hear methat my living words will whisper"non omnis moriar."
Saltwater VeinsWe chased unfamiliar coastlines,crossed a continent of earth,abandoned Northwest shorelineslike broken shells upon the beach;drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,laid down roots in an East Coast statewithout a shoreline.But I missed my rocky beaches,crashing waves swirling sea-spray against wind-reddened cheeks,breathing life into salted lungs.So we chased the Atlantic northward, up the coast, snaking up Route One, a wending wave of rocky coastline.I leaned to touch the water,and it flowed fast from my fingers -'til I turned, andthe Atlantic chased me up the beach,caught me fast in its swell,froze me in place as seafoamlapped hungry at my heels,swallowed ankles seasoned with brine.My feet sunk into sandlocked between sea and shoreunable to move for fear of falling,of being swallowed whole.Then gentle waves released mesopping wet against the sandAnd now I feel the pullof coastlines east and westtides rent me from within,s
The PromiseYou promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed."If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped.But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night.But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regretYour eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die."If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps.You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the sky.You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.The bell will toll an exaltation, before we paint the ground deep red.I'll whisper back the words you spoke upon our midnight flight:"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."I'll ghost a kiss across your lips, to steal your final breathThen look into your candle-eyes, and s