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Salvation.You need not walk in darkness,
I will set alight the world.
Thou Shalt Not Commit--have you ever been in the bed of a committed lover
when someone else's name is on your tongue,
and you saw him yesterday: that wallflower who drove
your patience past its limit, whose waiting hand
stretched you to the lengths of your intimacy until you cried
mercy? the man who loved your every interest, craved
the workings of your ideology, sought after your pacing mind
more than he ever witnessed your lust? and you think,
if i had been a more stable person then, i would be talking
the first words of my guilt: debilitating the trust
which does not come so easily but he wanted every broken
piece of it, sat around the edges of conversations whe
Hide and Seek With The DevilI have my mark on you -
so don't try to hide
from me, because - -
I will find you when
you want to forget.

I'm not done with
you by a long shot.
Kiss the NightI have lost my heart to the man who wears black
His eyes tore my soul from my mind
A kiss in the dark and I was lost
One touch and my world became the night
He took my hands and we caught the falling stars
He held me as we painted the midnight sky
His love glows soft and true like the moon
My name is sacred prayers on his lips
I have lost my heart to the King of the Night
And my longing for him is eternal
Carnival GamesAcetone lips pinch a burning tongue
They trail across sweet nothings that dissolve into nothing at all

This empty body has bones filled with words
Sleeves filled with scars
and heartbeats in sync with punching bags.

This empty body is held too close, it can't feel the heat
losing the sense of acetone lips somewhere inside
someone else's thrill

Took a long ride to a place never called home
the faults are there, but look away
too afraid. too afraid they'll see the light of day.
Sweet DisinterestSweet Disinterest
For Puabi
Walking arm in arm through the corridor
We do not stop to look
We see nothing but each other
For us (as for all in love)
That is enough
We hear the sound of recorded songs
Of people's voices passing us by
We try to ignore them and listen hard
Only to each other's words
She never sees a thing she wants
She tels me "Your love is enough!"
I must agree
Her love is plenty for me
ThunderYou are the thunder that hearkens the coming of my lightning
You are the right hand that holds my sword
You are the one I entrust my scarred heart with
The guardian of my feelings
You are the inspiration to keep going
To not back down, and to surpass all mortals
Aurum and argentum pale in comparison to you
The pentagram and crucifix cannot separate us
Hatred has no power over us
Together, we are stronger than the adamant will itself
And together
We shall be thunder and lightning
Forever together
Four Thousand MilesFour Thousand Miles

One body of water seperates ours,
But they say,
Home is where your heart is,
I'm already there.

There isn't a moment,
When I am not yours,
And you are not mine,
No matter where we are,
So what's four thousand miles?

I would chart a course,
Around this world,
To be with you,
And will.

Why waste time?

You are the missing piece,
Of a puzzle,
With no sharp edges,
You fit in perfectly,
Fixing me.

The lights in the sky,
Shine just for us,
No matter where we are,
So what's four thousand miles?
Versos enamoradosNunca olvides que las sombras
prueban que existe la luz,
y mi alma entre tinieblas
exige que existas tú.
Cualquiera que me leyera
cual contrarío te vería,
por comparar yo luz pura
con la tiniebla infinita.
Mas esa mi intención no es
solo quise agradecerte
que ilumines mi penumbra
para no caer inerte.
The Two of UsThe Two of Us
For Puabi
My eyes can watch the flow of humanity
No longer han one hour
Without finally wearying and closing tight
As though to slumber
The effect of constant meandering
Seemingly aimless long the streets
The vehicles and pedestrians that pass me by
Are too many for me to number
At last i close both eyes and curtains
I lie down in bed and breathe deep
The soft, tender breath of her whom i love
Like a lullaby that sings me to sleep
In the end,
No matter when,
There will be
Just the two of us
Humanity has time limited
Our love has forever
liceum i inne klimatygdy go widzisz pot spływa ci po gardle
słowa stają się nieważne powietrze
wypełnia wnętrzności łapie za gardło
dławi jakieś pożądanie czas staje w miejscu

nawet gdy on nie zwraca kompletnie uwagi
gdy mówiąc do ciebie patrzy gdzieś tuż obok
a ty zaglądasz mu ciekawie w oczy całujesz w myślach
dotykasz patrząc patrzysz wyobrażając sobie dotyk

i tak bez końca czy ma włosy jasne czy ciemne
oczy zielone niebieskie czy brązowe ciepłe czy zimne
ciało idealne bądź mniej za każdym razem ta
DepartureI haven’t said a word to you
In years uncounted now
But just a picture of your face
Sets my heart a-flutter.

To kiss those lips again,
What I wouldn’t give
A night of freedom and forgiveness
To hold you in my arms.

Your eyes tell me stories
Only I would know;
A longing to remember.
I want to feel your heart in mine,
Feel my body tremble.

I’ll have you in my dreams,
That’s true,
And I’m comforted by this.
I know your heart misses mine too,
Oh baby, what I wouldn’t do…
Mixing Thoughts with Blood        One second was all it took
Crying out in pain and desire for solace
She could see that nothing was left for her
It was all going to be over
Or so she thought...

The blood ran out of her veins
In a flow of red waters luminescent in the night
No one was around her, no one cared
She would be alone for eternity
Or so she thought...

A tiny light, just a beam
It did not know she could not see
The life beyond what she was living
Was just the darkness left within it
Or so she thought...

The blood runs slowly down her face
Her eyes start to dull and glass
This scene playing out does now create
A sence that she was already
A Knight's OathI swear on my blade
That I shall protect you
From any evil or holy power
I will be with you through darkness and light
Never to forsake you
Never will I take my hands to harm you
Nor shall I cause you pain
I shall be your pillar
Your enemies shall hear the cry of the eagle
The wolf will howl
VAE VICTIS!
Never shall you fear me
For you are my princess
I will be your sword and shield
Always faithful
I swear on my blade
I swear on my honor
I swear in blood
As a knight of darkness
I swear this oath to you
will you knoware you happy
that i have started
writing
again?

as you always say i
should

you've put me
in enough pain that i have
to,
now

are you happy
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Or motives in the case. But the victim clearly

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That hits like a truck.

Just another brick
That chanced to fall

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From an 11th story

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With the full force
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Burnt rubber hit-and-runs
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Sheltered, angellic, steeled so firmly
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I long for pristine stained glass—
Ringed in gold by virtue and silvered
With nobility.

You, my eyes might lay upon—
But for a moment, my mind still and centered
On purity.

White light, to my grave I will go---
Seeking you, my angel, my one and only,
Oh-so-holy.

I become a shadow in the streets of Rome.
I become the dust in the ruins of Athens.
I become the dissipation of procreation.

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Centrifuge

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                                                         Passion;
                                                      A centrifuge
                                            Spinning my boiling blood
                                                   Into something
                                                        Corrupt.
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*ZexyPineCones Mar 2, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Passion should be dangerous... :)
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~UltimateOutlaw Mar 2, 2009
Dangerous, frightening, disconcerting.... and delicious. Yep.
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*ZexyPineCones Mar 2, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Good, as long as we agree. :) I'd like to see you doing more in this form.
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~UltimateOutlaw Mar 2, 2009
Yes master, if it pleases you.
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*ZexyPineCones Mar 2, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Mmmm...I like the sound of that. :)
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~UltimateOutlaw Mar 2, 2009
I wrote another one, just for you. :heart:
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*ZexyPineCones Mar 2, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Going to look now. :)
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`nycterent Mar 2, 2009  Professional Writer
I remember this - I saw it last night when browsing newest submissions. Rictameter is a delicious form. Are you going to develop it into the nine-line form or leave it like this? Either way, expressive piece! Centrifuge, boiling blood, yeek!
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~UltimateOutlaw Mar 2, 2009
I haven't really decided yet, actually. It was late, I was tired, this is as far as I got. I am notorious for messing with things after the fact though, so i wouldn't be surprised. And thanks for the comment! :)
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`nycterent Mar 2, 2009  Professional Writer
Very welcome and good luck with this if you do decide to do something to it! =]
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