A Violet Shade Of Death :DraftShe followed her gut on this...for when her family was missing the best bet was to follow her gut , at least that's what she'd learned through out the years. The young woman continued on her way humming as the sound of leaves crunching beneath her bare feet echoed in her ears. The forest was dark now only the gentle light of a crescent moon allowed her to see ahead of her. Cory. She growled in her mind. The only time she was counting on her usually sleepy and lazy younger brother to watch their other siblings while she was gone was the time the idiot helped them with their less then genius adventure plans.
New Lives And Gift KnivesNEW LIVES AND GIFT KNIVES The older girl was careful to avoid going in the streets so instead she takes the back way to her home stepping in through the back door. Letting out a sigh of relief when she finds a note telling her that Kaleb has left to go help their parents in the next town over. She slowly makes her way to one of the well furnished guest rooms setting Kathedral down. She starts to gently and carefully clean the young girl up. Reaching out to brush the young girl’s hair she allows herself to hum softly. Most of the pieces of cloth and water bowls she uses are dirty with a muddy brown and hints of purple and red. As Looking at Kate with her clean skin and tangle free hair sleeping peacefully looking calm. Niko decides it's her turn to clean up. She grabs one of the fluffy white towels from the bedside before silently leaving the guestroom allowing her protégé to rest. Nikoletta sheds her torn dirty clothes on her way to
Beauty Vs. BeastBEAUTY VS. BEASTNiko has heard that when a mentor’s Protégé is in trouble the necklace is to react and tell the tattoo to burn as a signal they need help. Without much thought said mentor rushes from her house into the throng of town people. Weaving expertly through the crowd it feels like an eternity before she spots Kate and the demon attacking her with long claws red beady eyes and peeling skin. Some of the men in the village are trying to kill the demon and failing miserably. Niko knows better than to fight the abomination in front of others. So despite her pride she lets out a blood curling feminine scream drawing the demons attention to her before running into thick woods outside the village. Nikos Heart sinks when she hears a whimper from behind her. Stopping and facing the demon realizing it still had its filthy hand around Kate’s neck. A hellish growl rips from Nikoletta’s throat. Her eyes seem to darken much like tare col
Necklaces And Tattoos NECKLACES AND TATTOOSThe hazel eyed girl leads the way in to her humble abode. The sight was quite unsettling for Kathedral. Nikoletta is never one to just give in or take something laying down but nevertheless she follows the older girl inside."now Kathedral-" Nikoletta begins"Kate. Not Kathedral" Kate interrupts"Okay Kate. I'm Niko. Anyway you are going to need this" Niko hands the younger girl a thin silver chain necklace with a small X with a line going horizontally through it. Niko watches Kate take the necklace examining it with the look of complete confusion and curiosity. Niko gently takes it back putting it around the young Burnett's neck."Keep it on always but never let anyone see it. In a few months or maybe a year you will get a tattoo of that symbol on your wrist that will indicate that you are full member of the sisterhood. The nec
Welcome To The Family WELCOME TO THE FAMILYThe sun has yet to shine its warming rays on the land of the small village. In one of the many houses still covered in the dark of the autumn night in a large well-kept room lays a young woman covered head to toe with a warm white quilt sleeping on her queen sized bed. Light blue curtains hang from the four banisters at each corner of her resting place. Soft snores drift in through the walls from the room next to hers where her older brother is resting. All is peaceful and tranquil until a load bang forces its way into the sleeping girls’ ears. Her bright hazel eyes slowly drift open. Lazily she sits up; unwrapping herself from her warm cozy cocoon. Dark black hair with shades of brown woven through falls in front of her face. The young woman gently removes the dark strands while gliding her feet to the floor. The
Roles We PlayIn life we are all assigned a character to play a script that we never auditioned for we just wanted to be ourselves is that society has told us that's what people encourage but they want you to conform so naturally the society gives us line from the script we're different we must play out the character in a story line that we don't always get to choose. When we finally get a chance to be ourselves we are not sure that the person next to us is fully them or their character because we ourselves have trouble distinguishing who we really are the person society and others want us to be. It's cruel things now that we are all actors in some way or another and we don't get paid for it. We have to go through and do it act say what's appropriate for what society has deemed is okay or us that day. So our friends people we love in people we are close to have their role to play as well and sometimes their role in our character are not written in the same script for long in that we are not always a
Oh SpringOh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.Oh, tell the sun,Oh, the wonderful sun,To bring her warmth and come,To Shine down on the things that need to be done.Oh, whisper to the flowers,Oh, the beautiful flowers,Remind them to bloom,To show themselves soon.Oh, Yell to the waters,Oh, the magnificent waters,Urge them to flow,And never their currents slow.Oh, greet new life,Oh, innocent new life,Smile at them from all around,Let them listen you your calming sound.Oh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.
Army Of One Only few seem to care Though they’re never there To see my broken body Strangers stare at me oddly They know me they say Let them leave as they may An actress in public A dying soul being robotic Pills don’t numb the pain Razor blades give my skin bloody stains The bullet let the ease came Another lost fight hires on the screen How life could be so mean So at least the end we are an army of one Not a lot got done Now to find put who won some believe death is a gift Others a curse Scared body; secret broken soul lefts
Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.No not at all.All the mistakes I can't take back,Only makes another crack.I wish I could sit on the wall.For I'm only a porcelain doll.I don't want to break,From all the memories and love the demons take.
BetrayalEvery day the same old lies,That cut and sever weakened ties,Of bonds that were never meant to be,Just drowning in an endless sea.Of strangers in a faceless crowd.It's because of you,Now I hope you're proud.Of what you did to this now tainted soul.Beaten, broken, swallowed whole,By the darkness invited to envelop my being.They always say that believing is seeing.But I guess that's just it,you see my forced smile.After all it's been plastered on my face for awhile.But is it too late? I don't really know.But the longer I sit here,The more darkness will grow.Am I too far gone? Is there no hope?Will I keep slipping down this bottomless slope?Do you see now what you have done?I give up...now you have won.I'm trapped, enslaved in this dark empty trance.I say I am fine...But will you risk that chance?
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,You observe the likeness of unknown features,Condemning, curving your mouth with disdainFor the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to findUtter compliance you seek,Yet of vain dejection you only reek.The enmity that guides your every lineIs but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.Depart from the ignorance that compels you,Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
lunacy.what the moon teaches us isno one exists as a constant.some days you will orbit elsewhere.the angles of light thatmake up the shadows of youwill keep moving.it is the same with the oceanand how it does not meetthe shore the same each time:some days it will come crashing,eroding: or it comes back to kissits edges over and overthere are some days i am moreof a tsunami. there will be daysyou will be eclipsed.and i don't mind this. the moon isup in the sky but the ocean still feelsthe weight of its pull, always.i want to drown in thepush and pull of your gravityin all the ways that's possible.i could get used to thedifferent phases of this:i could get used to our lunacy.
WeightWeightThere is a weightYou asked me to hold.(Just for a while,Just for a while.)My tendons strain and snap,I lack your Atlas strength.The crushing force of gravityMakes me weak, makes me sore.Take it back, take it back,But you’ve gone away.I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.The water rises to my throat.Pushing down, rising upDrowning and drowning and drowning.Take it back, please take it back,Where have you gone?I’m pinned beneath this weight,With water to my nose.My lungs fill up with salt,Choking and screaming and breathingOnly freezing thickness of water.Where is that mild friend oxygen?Where has he gone?My stinging eyes are blind here.I cannot to escape, unwillingTo shed this leaden snareWherein I dwell confined.By You.I grip it tightly.Surely I will die,Sweet air has left my bloodcompletely.I lay back and let black water take me,Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.And all at onceit falls awaycompletely.I watch i
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
The GardeniasI told you I had wildflowers growing in my veinsand you thought it was quaint,so when I took shears to my jugular -you wouldn’t help me cut them out.You thought I’d be opheliacif they bloomed, splashing whiteinto my already paling wrists.Maybe you thought the perfume would purify meand being a tragic heroinewould be better than just being tragic.Their roots choked out my heart and the landslides slipped soil in to my blood stream soas I died,drowning in the after-effects of Pretty,all I could hearwas you telling me that you lovedthat I had Gardenias in my eyes.
On losing a friend(it did not end in tears.)I could give you armfuls of oceans, greatmountain ranges wrapped in silver bows,a coral reef gleaming like a sapphire chainbut you will always ask for a dormant volcanoand a star you can hold in your palm.And I have tried to be that star, have tried tocombust bright enough, shrink small enoughbut it is never enough for you. You kiss mymouth with those carmine lips and swallow myheartbeat with your gentle laugh and I glowI glow and you go you go you go on stringingme along a trail of crumbs, making me forgetthat I am starving myself for your table scraps.I could press the slats of pre-dawn light into youranswering machine, could fold dust columns thatfall between venetian archways into your bedsheets,could hang the lost jewels of jaguar fangs clatteringabove your dreamcatcher and you would only ask fora dormant volcano and a brittle sea-salt glass wave.And I have tried to capture the tides and I have triedto blow glass but my hands are clum
Your feelings are validI once readthat a teaspoon of matterfrom a black holecan weigh thousands of tonsupon Earthso think about thatwhen someone tells youyour problem is no big dealforit may not looklike you have the weight of the worldupon your shoulders but it sure can feel like it.
Now you are an angelNow you are an angel,For only angels come when you die.We close our eyes,Hearing your angels lullaby.Now you are an angel.