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Tranquil waters flowed down the crevasse of her spine.
Slithering over her delicate, petal perfumed skin.
Beading up and rolling off the edges of her faired-haired strands.
Dropping onto moss surrounding abandoned lagoons.
The only onlookers are the birds and the sweet honeybees drunk off nectar.
All alone, a voice like the promise of liquid honey and rolling thunderclouds, of smooth velvet and dark hues.
Breathing in the rolling fog, eyes lifting to see the veil of clouds part before the sun.
Streams of laced light weave between the mist, drying the tears off her rosy cheeks.
Waterfalls resume as she releases the pent up breath of a thousand gales of wind,
Plucking up lilies as she rises once again from the underside of the water world.
She is Siren.
The Water Maiden has Returned.
Cherry CigarsCherry Cigars
You're gone, but I'm still going on.
My caramel toffee eyes are snuffed out by visions of your leftover coffee grounds.
Tears roll like glittering diamonds off my cheeks, tarnished at the edges by dust.
I sit here, a table for two obtained by one at the dilapidated cafe you used to love.
Deep thoughts filtered through by the cigar smoke that fills my complex lungs.
That creaky old 'Open' sign flaps against the spiderweb-fractured windows.
The sound raws my nerves until they are open cysts spilling down my silken shirtsleeves.
Every other drag off the cherry sweet cigar, I repeat the same sentence.
Whispers of quotes that you used to reminisce into my open eardrums, which quaked and burst at every musical note in your tone.
The frayed, grey newspapers that sit piled on that corner booth crackle at me.
Like demented laughter arriving in a box wallpapered with the old poems that you used to keep beneath your bed
Mapping Out The FutureShe waits in the center of a busy train station
Dried rose petals tucked between the pages of her book
Suitcases that whisper of the many promises of traveling temptation
New sounds, new smells, new places to learn and new places to look
Smoothing back the fair strands of her hair, her ring glints in the light
Beautiful rubies on either side of a diamond, two roses beside a thorn
It looks like one that a man would have given her and erases suitors from sight
She fingers it delicately as she reads a book in one hand, a fluttering page torn
It rotates in the wind as she races after it, baggage holding her back
Ending up in the center of it all between a clock-tower and a bridge, she loses sight
Trapped in a crowd, she drifts along with them until she frees herself from the pack
Losing all hope, she is about to turn back around when a voice startles her into fright
A man's silky voice, sparkling brown eyes grinning at her, his guitar case in hand
She sees his fingers extend towards her, l
By TheInkheart (Taylor Michele)
Words dribble down the hollow crevice of my spine like waterfall over rocks
Ink thunders through my veins alongside spindled gold, woven threads entangled with poignant darkness
A heart made of white paper is covered in scrawling words, each letter glowing with the satisfaction of sentences written
Muscles act as extra parchments, coated in ink that slides over skin to form muttered incantations of verbal philosophies meant to rigor the soul back into shape
For escape is the pathway leading from all the pain that the world beats down upon the skin, rain pounding away and supposedly cleansing the skin from its inky chapters, effectively beating the will out of the so-called victim
Dreams captured by boxes without keys and locked into doors with windowless rooms, allowing for one to actually ponder the notion of forgotten memories of unrealistic worlds, of rabbits who could wa
I have left my voice bottled in glass rising upon the tide
My eyes now fall upon the lips of an enemy's pride
Shall I not dwell upon lingering mists caressing your fingertips
Just know that my powers do little to stop the tide coming for you
Drowning is not your worst enemy, my dear
Nor sharks, nor krakens, nor death at all.
Fore' his words may shadow your soul in blatant blindness
Tis what he who thinks only for his own to kindness
Dare to contradict the words falling down from my lips?
I see how you watch me quietly at the stern, curious
Love does not allow for squandering, darling
Your mind must be amiss, he would tell you now
Yet, your fragile sense of safety is solidified when around me, is it not?
Indeed I can see betrayal imprinted upon your turquoise gems for eyes.
Lust is not the worst of worlds, my darling dear.
Since you do not love him, what is to fear?
Their words will wash away into the softest of whispers
If you just follow me into
For YouFor You
I can see you standing there right now
Arms wide open; eyes unseeing as you look over the edge
The abyss beneath the mountain beckons to you; under is ice ledge
Whispers of pale faces in snowy vortexes surround your breath
Your long silver hair flies back off your head
With the howling winds, covered in shards of ice crystals past
Daring you to contradict their promises of your sweet demise
Tears drop from your dusty blue eyes to only crystallize
Your eyelids flutter shut and I watch your soul open up
Preparing for a leap that will land you into the deep
"My frozen fallen angel, why do you cry?
You are so loved by those who you stand by."
Turning to me with the cold in your bones, you quickly say, "But I am alone."
My smile breaks up the howling of the wind
As you feel a spark of something deep within
"You are not alone. You have me and will always for eternity."
You turn and gaze our upon the icy, barren la
-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.
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
UnitedSo far away
But so close anyway
Going separate ways
But connected, always
United our hearts are
Is our treasure
Even when afar
Our bonds are unbreakable
Our secrets we share
For each other we stand
Everytime and everywhere
-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)
a full moon will not bring me backI have learned that there
is a sudden peace
when one has tired of running
all their life.
I have learned that you
should have let me go,
far sooner than you did
because wolves need
to be free. They
need to ravage the dead;
they spear-head the desire
Remember, darling, when
I told you:
"Do not let me touch you,
for I will break you"?
Oh how I throttled your
cawing with pearl-plated paws
and parted apologies.
You swooned over my love,
while I howled for the night.