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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
don't count
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near

I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
doctor flurry
of inactivity
a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
could yell
so loud
it smashes us to pieces

and round and round
and round I'd go,
going
and glowing

Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.

MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone

Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me

You are oblivious, happy in your solitude

Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no

Things like this only happen to other people

You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper

Talking, crying, judging, lamenting

So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions

When you see what happens to people

When they fall victim to predation

It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated

No matter how many times someone tries to stop it

It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents

You will never know quite why it happened

You may not even believe it

But it's very,

Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

If you guide me

If this is still worrying you.

I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry

Because I love you.

Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and

On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried

When I Left Youwhen i left you
i stopped breathing
because i didn't need to take in air
once i had become the air

Moonlight: Part II.Moonlight: Part II.
for Mr. Pearce.

cry, cry,
cry for us both.

We who know the light of night.
Dying out of sight, come, come.
For night, is eternal in light.
Burn the rays of night,
burn, burn,
light me up good night.

Those who close their eye.
Shocked to find, all the truth.
For when we speak it’s a sigh.
Star bright, moon sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for the night.
Day shine through night & cry.
Fall, fall for that good night.
No, no this will stand tall.
Do not go before you die.
Moonbeams that do sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for us both.

26th/Mar/2013. TonYk.

Rain Donovan II.

.:-Dont look back, only to the next objective:.I pressed the palm of my hand against the glass. Looking into the stark white room where a man was sprawled on a hospital bed. His dark hair had thinned out more then I remember, and more streaks of grey where visible. His body was frail, a machine was snaked down into his arm. Those thin twiggy arms with only slightly bigger legs, but a beer belly was still most proment. I frowned at the bitter memories, the bile rose up in my throat and I turned away, putting my back on the glass. The cleanliness of the hallways was unbearable as the cleaning agents assaulted my nose. I watched a nurse walk by with a tray of supplies. She smiled at me, as if she loved working around the deathly ill, watching people die and families being ripped apart so slow but no one knowing until too late. I turned away and she only continued down the hallway, dismissing me as a visitor full of remorse and regret of their newest patient. Regret? Yes, I had some. But only for all the wrong reasons. I turned b

Sanctuary/Home/PrisonWhat happens when your sanctuary
Becomes a prison?

Why should pain be treated
With whips and scorn?

I can`t say I understand
Such an ideology

I always try to be strong
But when I break...

It`s as if hell has been loosed
By my struggle

I often wonder if they actually
Care at all.

I`m still only a child, though
I must grow up

But I just want the love and
Acceptance I can`t have

They always judge me and tell
Me I`m wrong.

Why don`t they ever listen to
What they preach?

I hate being here, locked up
In this cell.

They think they know me and
That they own me.

But I slip a mark down the wall
Counting down the days.

I want my freedom fr

I'll RememberI'll Remember

We Laughed
We cried
We Smiled and frowned
There were times we got angry with each other

We talked
We Sang
We went for rides
We got along so well we were more like sister and brother

Our interests
In many ways
Ran to the same things
Although they varied between who liked what more

You let me go
And do my thing
Saying it was my right
But were there if I needed someone when things went wrong

But now
You're gone
But I'm not alone
You'll always be with me....I LOVE YOU MOM

To Learn and To LoveIt has been one year
since I was 16
seems like a thousand
and in the increments
of memories
I am 1,016 years old.
A fraction of these years,
or a lifetime
was spent learning and growing
in the halls of both the
natural and unnatural
government.
The things of my being
my body
my heart
my spirit,
and my soul
have burned on the end of the torch
and I waved it through
the doors and windows,
the furious smoke of my desires and ambitions
billowing out behind me
like a matriotic flag.
the ashes impregnated mother earth
and she begot healthy
flowers that blossomed as I grew
taller,
stronger,
and smarter
and they finally died when I
was able to petal

DemonsDemons
Daimons - er, vampires
Zombies
Gods and goddesses
This is how me and my aunt connect
The Malachai destined to destroy the world
Or save it
This is what me and my Aunt Emily talk about
Apollo unleashed the Daimons
And Artemis released the Dark-Hunters to destroy them
Dark-Hunters
Were-Hunters
Dream-Hunters
These are the basis of our relationship
I'm not close to a lot of my family
Most of us don't get along
But me and my aunt can talk four hours
And I guess that counts, right?
Acheron and Kyrian
Thorn, Danger, Astrid
Zane, and Talon
These are our "friends"
Characters from our favorite books
We have this in common
Our love for words on

Relatives in the MirrorI see many people in my mirror
most of them I know
from days long past
they visit me
reminding me of time not so long ago
Hello dear cousin Terri
or, Great Aunt Mary.
So many different faces do I see
who will show up next?
Is that you Becky
or even dear Amy
Ellen or Lu Ann
So many faces do I see
reminding me of my past
each one has a sweet memory
I hope they never pass.
Each and everyday someone new
reminding me of my heritage
it is great to know that I belong
to such a wonderful past.
Each and every face a beautiful reminder
that someday even in old age I will be remembered too.

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with her friend the fiddler

and diddle dee diddled all long.

Then one day the river went fast.

To fast, she got there at last.

A giant big waterfall.

She went over the falls,

she saw all and all,

her life flash before her eyes.

But then she was flying, she was death defying,

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to Kalamazoo in a canoe,
or Portugal with a gul. I keep in a cage.
Or maybe go to Argentina where the streets are nice and cleaner.
Or maybe go to Kazackstan and take the train to Sudan.
Walk all the way to China.
Or swim all the way to Spain.
And paint the streets of Paris while standing in the rain.
So many things I'd like to do and see.
I hope that you will come with me.

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And what could be more logical then real life.

And thats why I'm writing this blog. To show people real life. To prove that you don't need power rings or laser eyes to be interesting. This is a story about taking the easy was out. This is a story about laziness and the simple act of not caring. This is someone who would rather hit the caps lock key then hit the shift bar.This is a story about my friend. Joy Cornish.

HusbandAlways staring,
always caring,
never daring,
never boring,
Always loving.
Always there.

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