Settle your bones, love,
as you lay them next to mine.
Rest your weary body,
and let your muscles
pay their time.
Let my fingertips dance,
their way along your spine.
I am full with peace,
Let me give you what
Cliche"I want to spend my life with you," is not a cliche.
I know you can feel it
in the goosebumps that rise
from my skin at your touch
Soul Burn: Differences (WIP) They walked leisurely, an odd pairing, along the main street heading north of the city. Their voices pierced the air around them as they argued over what had started as a trivial matter. But it was dark, as the lamps lining the street did not cast much light, and so they walked hand in hand,their magic trying to over power the other as much as their words.
"But why doesn't your Kingdom celebrate birthdays?"
"Well, firstly, stop trying to give me frostbite and maybe I'll tell you. You're letting your magic intertwine with your emotions."
"Oh, please. Every time you're irritated I get another blister on my palm. Lead by example, o chosen one." Amanda tilted her head to look up at him, barely suppressing the grin on her face. Garrett raised an eyebrow, trying to look stern, and her laugh echoed against the buildings around them. "Maybe we should try it at the same
Soul Burn: Last Moments The bed hardly made a sound as she laid Garrett down atop the mattress. His paper thin body barely rustled the sheets, while her weight created valleys as she lowered herself down beside him. Their bedroom was silent, the air heavy; she could hear the rattling in his lungs with each breath he drew in.
"I'm not oblivious, Garrett. I knew that as soon as F'neir died your body would begin to deteriorate." Amanda reached up and cradled his face against her palm, her thumb stroking his cheek. "I just hoped the process would take time, a lot of time.
Garrett snorted. "Hey, get that sad look off your face. I could still kick someone's ass if I wanted to."
Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest. His ribs visibly pushed against his skin and scar tissue. She pulled herself into him, her lips fluttering down just below his collar bone. "Shush. You need to rest."
Soul Burn: Death Amanda sat surrounded by a tableful of councilmen and traveling ambassadors. The only familiar face in the crowd was Logan, simultaneously conducting this meeting while watching over her. Her black clothes matched the bruises under her eyes. She cradled her face against the palms of her hands, hair falling limp against her cheeks. She didn't want to deal with this right now; their arrogant words, their pitying looks cast down upon her, their plans on what to do with him. Him. Just the thought of his name made tears spring up behind her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them well over.
"Well, he may have been a hero, but he didn't exactly have a clean history."
"...can't believe their going to build a memorial in his name."
"Ah, he's just a corpse now. Dead bodies don't deserve much-"
Amanda slammed her fist against the tab
Soul Burn: Choked "What were you fools thinking? Protecting women! Hah!" Laughter rolled out of this bastard, his chest shook with it. "Women aren't worth anything. Certainly not your lives."
Amanda turned her head to view the damage he had inflicted on her teammates. Garrett and Logan sprawled out in the dirt on the floor of this cave. Both were covered in their own blood and barely hanging on to consciousness. Gods damn it! I've lost track of Naz. This was not a situation she wanted to be in; two friends on the brink of death, one missing, and she herself looking this murderer in the eye.
Please Naz, please be alright. I'm going to need your help. Amanda forced herself up off the ground, gritting her teeth. She was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Her muscles began to spasm, voicing their objection to her slow, labored movement. She barely had any strength left. But you have to do this. Y
Soul Burn: Observation Amanda stood in the shade cast by the northern wall the Academy’s emerald green courtyard, watching the younger students practice today’s lesson in physical attacks. She was stationed here not only to instruct and correct mistakes, but also to provide medical care. Just in case things got out of hand. Students were paired together based on their opposition in strengths; they differed in everything from physical size, aptitude, and personality.
“The goal of today’s lesson is for you to incapacitate your partner while inflicting a minimal amount of damage. You’ve trained alongside each other for years; you know their strengths and their weaknesses. Out think them, and take them down,” she paused, slowly sliding her worn brown leather gloves from her hands. “Go.”
Some students dived into their fights, others stood still and assessed their partners. Aman
Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
You, Me, Your Clone (New Intro?) "Anna?" Louis called from under the covers. "Is something wrong? Come back to bed." He pulled back the sheet she had tucked against him and patted the mattress. Anna stood by the window for a second longer looking down at the empty street below. Shadows crept around the orange glow of the street lights. She shivered and, finally, turned away. Louis watched her expectantly as she slipped back into the bed. He flicked the covers over her, pulling her to him until their noses touched. "You're cold." She tucked her face against his neck, soaking up his body heat. "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Louis could feel her mumble something, her lips brushing over his skin. He sighed, prompting her to repeat herself. "I said I couldn't sleep."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"What else am I here for?" He laid her down on her ba
-In the endless tranquil forest,
Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,
I smile; at peace with the world,
As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?
If noone gives you a chance for a long time,
then when you are finally given one,
most of the times, you gonna fail.
And you'll ask for a second one,
but you don't deserve it,
because out there there are many like you
still awaiting the first one.
Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.
I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.
I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?
I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.
It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.
I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.
The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide note
And upon it's legacy lines
Scribed in crimson ink
Is all her little curios of happiness.
Before misery waddled up,
Knocked over her correction fluid;
Erasing all her joy in a blink.
There's a tape recorder by her side
Skipping a death tone melody;
The silence she hides inside.
Should she stop.
Wipe her days of self-pity and hate
Until she can record a new song
Upbeat to a happy tune of fate.
By her crumpled flat dress,
Glares wild, her knife and her pills,
Though the sight macabre
Only sets her heart ablaze to chills.
Serrated metal to barcode in
A reminder of all her undying pain
And the dark she kisses within.
Numb, she knocks back medicine,
Her bus stop on the highway of life.
Faltering she drops lipstick blade and
To an honest mirror she turns...
What ever happened to
The smiling girl?
What ever happened to
Her innocent future?
Tears fade to a calm stare
Which unravels a soulful grin;
A u-shape of acceptance
To new challenges she mus
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grove
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
AnimusIf I could
I would vomit my soul
And let it chain itself
To my speech
Like a parasite.
I would let it
Become my puppet master,
And let it sway my arms
I never thought
Instead, I've kept my soul
Trapped in a cage
And watched it
Try to bite
It's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;
Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,
τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,
το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.
Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,
αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked me
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
-the stars shine
in those brown eyes
(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)
and i know
that every day
is a struggle
(i'm sorry i can't help you)
have been so
b r o k e n
(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)
but the emptiness
in those eyes
seems to fade
(and life flickers in those brown hues)
so i'll climb
every mountain top
(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)