See the World Break Open Ch 1 I feel like it's all crashing down around me, like the sky is about to give away and the stars will rain down endlessly; and buildings will crumble or remain as nothing more than sculptures of ash when the flames gorge upon them, gray deserts where there once were cities, barren wasteland where there once were nations; and history will be made and lost, technology forgotten in the beginning of the end; and beauty will be corrupted by the reign of Destruction, whole species eradicated in a single sweep of Her murderous blade, nature unmade by the terrible carnage; and the world will experience its Downfall and suffer all that it is due. I can
SILVERSTREAMERS prologuePrologue I perch lightly on the couch, unsure of what I am doing or how I had even gotten here. I an garbed in the uniform blue jeans and white blouse that dominate my pathetic excuse for a wardrobe, which isn’t odd except for the little fact that I swear I’d fallen asleep in my flannel pajamas. They have penguins on them, I remember; it was the first time I had worn them. Had I slept-walked? Dreamed about falling asleep? Am I going mad? My head begins to ache at this idea; my life is crazy enough without me being insane myself. Fresh Prince is flashing across the large television screen, one of my favorite shows. It makes no so
Drop the Moon: Tala + Konane 2This is stupid. Crazy. Beyond insane. He’ll kill me, rip out my throat, leave the Pack to find my body. That night… he was just toying with me, just playing with my emotions. Like a cat does a mouse, and he sure was a fearsome cat. I reach to take my coat but hesitate. I don’t need it, it’s not that cold. And besides, if someone wakes up and notices it’s gone, they’ll realize I’ve left again. So I leave it on the hook and soundlessly ease open the front door. Within a moment, the Lake House is far behind me, and the forest looms a breath away. I glance warily over my shoulder to make sure no one caught me
Drop the Moon: Tala + Konane 1“Tala,” he whispers from the shadows, and fear jolts through me like black lightning. “What are you doing out alone, little puppy? The dark isn’t safe when the big, bad panther is stalking the moon.” A laugh, dry as sandpaper, echoes against the empty sky, and Konane pads into a shaft of moonlight, ebon pelt sucking up all the luminance just as it graces his feral frame.I back up a step. The Wolf struggles to manifest flesh and blood, but fright freezes me. Every thought is lost in those dark blue eyes, glimmering with amusement; every movement, every idea of movement, is stopped by a smirk of ivory daggers. My brai
3 crushcrushcrush crushcrushcrushCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHthe rhythm of your soulthe beat of your heart crushcrushcrushCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHfurious tattoo againstbleached white bone of ribcageshaking the ground with itsinTENSITYbreaking the world (me)with its scREAM crushcrushcrushCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHthe sound of planets collidingthe eruption of shattering meteorssinging in my blood and drawing menear, like a twisted lullaby for my earsALONE crushcrushcrushCRUSHCRUSHCRUSH
4 Mouth Shut4 Mouth ShutHe taped your mouth shutFilled your head with little LIESBlurred the line of truthWith twisted words and broken PROMISESYour hands are free but youDon't rip away the tapeMaybe falsities are safer than TRUTHWhen he's long gone, you'll stillLay there with your mouth taped SHUTBelieving every word he ever spoke Sick, sick, sick
5 The Calendar Hung ItselfThere came a dayWhen days meant nothing,Heartbeats equaled hours,Seconds melted into minutes,And minutes hardened into years.There came a yearWhen years meant nothing,Time progressed in uneven pulses,Throbbing to the beat of a screaming storm,And logic fought its way out of TimeThere came a breathAfter days meant nothingAnd years meant nothing,When the calendar sat awakeThrough the night, but I forgetDay and night mean nothing,And he just couldn't take itFor another dayBecause Time meant nothingBut it meant everything to him!There came an endingWhen Time and the calendarFound each otherIn the endl
WordplayWords written on my skinEverything I've ever heard Your lies Her promises His jokes Their angerMy body is the stone tablet The palest parchmentEveryone's words the chisel Dark prophecy inked into a l a b a s t e r Down my spine Across my wrists Drowning in my eyes Lungs drowning in them Scorn, contempt, hate, anger Love, adoration, friendshipDisplayed for the world to see Or for me to remember?
neverlandyou're just another face, really.one that smiles a lot.daydreams a lot.laughs a lot.maybe coming time willforget you. maybe the world willlose you. but despite that, none of us will.you write sometimes.and you draw sometimes.you cry butterfly tears sometimes.because you're human. mostly you love alltimes.often in dusty recesses i hide my heart.but your fingers clutch my heartas if they've alwaysheld it. always.and of secrets.in your ears, i whisper secrets.you are always there to sooth my darkest fears.because you're not just human. you're my confidante.in life we dancein the dark with the others.in t
Painter of WordsMy fingers moves withsubtle strokespainting my vision ontoblank canvasMy medium -Notebook paper, WordDocument, Open Office,the palm of my handMy brush -Ink pen, mechanicalpencil, keystrokes,unseen mind paintMy painting unfurls beforethe blinking cursorletters transforming into wordstransforming into sentencesjust as a line of painttransforms into an outlinetransforms into detailI am a sculptorof words, not stoneI am a carpenterof eloquence, not woodI am a painterof literature, not muralsyet I create muralsbeyond all muralswith the script thatescapes my pentipmy lipsmy fingers against
Living EndLiving End“It's okay to die,”the knife whispers to the vein,“It feels goodIt feels nothingIt feels nice to die.”and to the fingers,the knife croons,“It's okay to cutDeeper and deeperPress my close to the wristJust like thatIt tastes sweetSo sweet.”but the moon objects to the knifein her dreamy voice,“Don't deceive, knifeDon't lie, blade”and to the deceived,the moon encourages,Listen, child, not to knifeListen, child, to IIt is not okay to dieIt is okay only to moveIt is not okay to cutDeeper and DeeperIt is only okay to heal.”and the stars shimm
Polar PlungePolar Plungepolar plungeall those people are crazydiving into the oceanin the middle of winterthe tide pulling at feetthe waves pulling at bodiesthe ocean heaving withskinas it freezes blood andchases warmthpolar plungei plunged into youyeah, i'm crazierthan those crazy peoplebecause i gave myself upto your ruthless forcemood swings pulling at balancelost pulling at youmeusour souls heaving withemotionsas you freeze hearts andchase mepolar plungeit's so coldbut the feelingthe satisfactionthe outcomeis so worth it
there's only five46. FamilyKenophobia – she shudders at the empty spaces between organs used forAnthropomancy. Damage the memories, forget forgetfulness, or embraceLachrymiform consciences, she can't decide; there are doubleYoghs ready on her lips, she is the yashiki of naissant thought.Narcohypnia seizes her skin.Lambent, she flows incandescently from dusk to day. She is theEidetic for diviners, and the effulge or effluvium of plummetingAerolites. When the rain finally breaks through, she will burn likeHapaxanthous flowers revealing haematic petals.Ratite ancestry colors her past, useless feathers on herHalitus, ascending carbon di
theycallitschizophrenia65. HORRORhe looks at the wall,peeling away layers of plaster anddrywall with those apocalyptic eyes.when we lay alone beneathdistant planets and expiring starsand a milky way choked with sin,he whispers to the ghostsgliding between the trees, hissyllables their only guide back tobeating hearts, my trembling fear our onlyanchor to earth or elsemaybe we'd just float away into graveorbits.sometimes when he touches meit's as if unseeable dimensions are kissingmy nails and their song bleeds into my ownworld, only when reality is blotted out bymusic or locked. Doors.i pretend he's the gatekeeperand demons a
define art81. PEN AND PAPER(Lead poisoning is inyour veins to the extreme) your skinis composed of infiniteglyphs, five millionfor every cell, until youdelve into your swollenorgans, kidney, liver, lungs,and there is no way tonumber the script thatfills their tissue. Your origami heart is pumped by calligraphy as the elegant word form overtakes your hemoglobin, ink running th
I DEFY THE UNIVERSEI DEFY THE UNIVERSE1. no, I will not SUCCUMB TO GRAVITY i will fly without wings, run with my feet into perpetual darkness and fish with my imagination from a perch among the clouds.2. no, I will not FALL INTO SLUMBER i will dream while awake and conquer the night, because the day is short, life is long, and you can pull the plug on the light, but nothing fuels me.3. no, I will not BEG FOR BREATH emotions can fill my lungs and feathers escape my lips until oxygen is wasted on poisoning and birds come flying fr
butterflies and the seathe phantom wind blows me there to where only butterflies dare tread, and i exhale those butterflies on soft sighs, their wings spilling from my eyes like teardrops. they don't burn. they caress my cheeks and tickle my fingers as i reach out to grab them, evading my grasp like your shadow when you try to catch it, and they soak my skin quicker than any summer rainor like the seaspray as the heaving ocean slams against the rocks and stretches its skeletal fingers to snatch me away. its cold, dead touch staining me wet. it snatches away the butterfly wings instead and leaves me alone.the phantom wind guides me there to where not even butter
2 Breathe-breath- -slipinto water--drip drip drip-- breath - of the- b r e a t h l e s s -? ? ?-slipunder water--echo echo echo- -b_r_e_a_t_h-of the-END-? ? ?
1 When It RainsMelody upon the rooftopMy midnight lullabyCue the thunder, lightningQuiet hymn of windStreaming through the window screenPhone rings, phone shrieksYour voice whispering in my earLike so many ghosts around meOh when it rains, when it rainsSilken nightgown fluttering at anklesButterfly wings against my skinBarefeet splashing through puddlesThat reflect the moon andGray heavens aboveI search for starsOr any pinpoint of lightPlanets collidingOr galaxies explodingThere's only clouds and rainAnd then you?Oh when it rains, when it rainsRunning, laughing, skippingThrough the secret nightI am broken, you
Here Comes the Sun?We are tired from the day beforeAnd the night before,From the long ticking, pulsing, beating, poundingTime (Hours?)But we press on into the early morningLaughter winging into the empty night skyWishing we could glimpse more than a coupleFadingEvanescent starsHow ephemeral is the nightAs the wind stirs our hair andPhantom phalanges run down our spinesShudderBut then a joke is uttered and the hauntedDarkness is lost in a wash of warmthHugs and hits and playful rompsEnsue with the fast approaching dawnAnd then claws of color slash throughThe cloak of blackness that is the skyDissolving distant pinpoints of s
Beyond the GatewayIt's a gatewaywhispered the windTo another worldTo an alternate dimensionTo a parallel universeIt's a gatewaycrooned the breezeTo whatever you wantand we seized the opportunityto clamber over the fencesplinters digging into our palmsreminding us, You're alivebarbed wire snagged our shirtsour pantsour heartswarning us back into realitybut we untangled ourselves from itand tangled ourselves in Uslaughing and dancing and singingas we were lostfounddeadaliveheretherenowhereeverywhereconfusedsureknowingdoubtingbeyond the gateway
Daydreamer's WonderFeathery delusions lift me away Divine ascension to a phantom throne Creeping into violet, drowned in daybreak Surreality's embrace so gentle and so kind Daylit fantasies lift me away on dusky wings
Silence and FeathersMile-long scream can you hear it?SILENT silent?Sky-high whispers can you touch it?FEATHERS feathers?That's the endEND end?
Can You?Hidden away, that secret placeIt can't find me, nothing canSecure, secluded, solitaryWith thoughts to keep me company can you find me?
Claps of Thunderrose like lightning, fell like rainclaps of thunder in our handsguiding light, chasing sanetrickling away, grains of sand
The Changing TimeThe moon is in our blood. It engulfs us. It rushes through our veins like liquid silver, inspires motion in out limbs, and replaces the need for oxygen with moonbreath. The moon is in our blood and our lungs and our essences. We are the moon, or it is us?It beckons us from the safety of home and into the solitude of shadows. Almost inadvertently, as we roam the twilit streets of the hushed neighborhood, we come together. One by one, joining the group with silent acknowledgements, the Pack gathered. Our hearts beat in unison. The long, spidery roads carry us farther into the night until time – pulsing, beating Time beneath our skin
Fallen AngelToday I was sitting on the rooftop in the driving rain, soaking up the moonlight and the frigid waterdrops, when I witnessed a falling angel. She struck the roof mere inches from me, her supple figure lying still, and I wondered if she was from the strip club down the street where the women dressed up as devils. Her halo hovered crooked over her head and her alabaster skin rivaled the paleness of the moon itself. She was quite beautiful. She probably got a small fortune's worth of tips at the club. Her clothes, however, were not very flattering. She was garbed in ivory robes that did little to accentuate her undoubtedly lusty curves, its whit
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