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ch.1 I growl under my breatch.1
I growl under my breath as people go out of their way to avoid me. "Why the hell do I need to be here, there's no way any Beast-Kin could be here," I mutter as I stand against a wall in the cafeteria, watching the students milling around. I sniff the air, noticing that, contrary to my belief, there actually are a few beast-kin here. "hmmm..... a fox, and a wolf. Interesting"
"Hey cool tattoo's." I look at teh girl who spoke, slightly surprised. "Thanks, and you are?" "My name is megan." She smiles shyly, staring openly at my silver tattoos, maing me chuckle softly. -Hmmm... she's the wolf- Megan realizes she's staring, and walks away embarrassed.
"Well, that's nice, you found another wolf-kin" I sigh tiredly, as i recognize the woman speaking to me. "What are you doing here Ravenwing?" She chuckles, knowing that she agravates the hell out of me. "Im here to monitor the two beastkin here." "So can I leave?" "Naturally."
That was four y
Ch.2 That was four years ago&Ch.2
That was four years ago… she didn’t change. I’m pack leader now… and I’m still watching her. She’s frightened… Her awakening has begun, so I guess it’s time for me to help her, as a fellow wolf.
She’s been running through the woods, like she is now, her hair black as the Dread Wolf, flowing wildly behind her. She reaches her “sanctuary,” which is a clearing with a tree in the center… which I happen to be sitting in. Megan sits under the tree, crying softly, as her family just rejected her, kicking her out. I can smell the change working through her body. It won’t be long.
“Megan… are you alright?” She jumps up, eyes wide, looking for me. “Who’s there?” I chuckle softly, “Up here Megan. It’s me, Jason, remember?” I jump down, landing beside her. “How did you…. find this place Jason?” I smile darkly, “The woods are not owne
"Hey, cool tattoos!" I lift my "Hey, cool tattoos!" I lift my head, looking at the girl who spoke, my silver eyes startling her. "Thanks, and.... You are whom?" "M-megan." She only just managed to stutter out her name. "It's a pleasure to meet you Megan, Im Jason." She nods before running off.
"Hmmm... She'll be a wolf for sure." I growl menacingly as i recognize the Raven-kin coming my way. "Ravenwing, what the hell are you doing here?" She smiles, waiting, just to agravate me im sure. "I was in the area." "Bah! Your useless! Just keep an ear out for the Hunters." "Do you think they'll show?" I nod, "They always do, the question is when.
nearer and nearer my death dotnearer and nearer my death doth come.
Closer and closer to tears comes I.
Farther and farther from those i know do i grow.
and so my death, takes me from a world in turmoil.
Why must i be fought over,
why must i care?
A Plague On Both Your Houses!
I look up in the rain, and feeI look up in the rain,
and feel no pain.
I realize that I miss it,
While here I do sit.
Underneath the tree's
Where Death comes in three's.
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breath into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
My life is pain. My pain is liMy life is pain.
My pain is life.
I feel the Earth Mother as she dies.
She feels me as I suffer.
The wind soothes me.
The fire warms me.
The earth strengthens me.
The water washes away my pain.
Even as she dies.
She does what she can to help us.
It is our turn to take care of her.
Save our Mother Earth.
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSION
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
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