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she held the winter in her veins,

a child able to count her years on her

yet unstained finger tips.

a heart teeming in a silent rage

and masked with innocent laughter.

greedy with a lust for warmth,

for any sign of affection,

for a lie to hide her truth.

a quiet girl.

a lonely girl.

a violent soul.

wishing on plastic neon stars

and living in a dream of escape.

a stench of musk filling the lungs

inside a heaving… Continue

it awaits the dawn,

the time of hope,

the split second before rebirth;

it waits.

for light must come with darkness,

laughter with tears,

and faith with dread;

it waits.

its able claws reaching

a hideous shadow in the morning's

pale light

its wretched mouth frothing with slime;

a mockery of the innocent pleasure of dew.

it waits.

the moment is approaching-

a time when the spirit quakes

when doubt wrestles the heart… Continue

i am a rebel owl-

cursing the night and waking to the sunrise.

hooting to no one,

defying primal needs to hunt the scurries below.

i soar to the light

as bright as bright.

eyes unblinking in its rays of gold

but ever widening-

drinking in the sight of dawn and dusk and life awakening.

no longer a creature of darkness,

a sorrowful warning of doom to wanderers

in this forest of doubt.

this body was made for a higher purpose,

these… Continue

It captures the soul

And pierces the heart

Brings down warriors

And ruin to Empires.

The sweetest thing and yet

The most treacherous,

A blessing and a curse.

Its harrowing power can control the mind

It is the thing mountains are made of

A child’s laugh,

The majesty of the oceans

The candy breath of a baby.

A chestnut box under the earth,

Salty tears of one who knows loss

The gentle touch of someone near;

A groping hand… Continue

sun beams breaking upon the

horizon- a star is born this day.

a symphony of angel voices

caress the earth in joy.

laughter holds the world in its tender

palm, a touch to heal the deepest hurts.

in a whirlwind of happiness we falter on the brink-

between knowledge and foolishness,

faith and arrogance,

trust and forgetfulness.

caught up in this torrent of content

and every dream fulfilled.

a bitter chuckle of knowing desire… Continue