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The Beauty on the Frozen SeaThe frozen ice consumes her and the winter gives her life.
Senses fill her mind and relieve her of her strife
Her figure lay in crimson white and her mind drifts off to sea
Eyes watch her with delight, hoping “I” could become “We”
His heart burns bright burning flames
His passion is there, and his head remains
Rare is this, rare is he
And rare is the beauty who lies on a frozen sea
His desire great and intense within him
Yet his courage is still young
He does not want to disrupt her
Like the beating of the sun
He timidly strolls out at night
When the moon’s arisen and the beauty at flight
In the misty frozen snow fluttered clouds
And darkly mysterious is the night sounds
He wants to get closer
To see and to touch her
But something unknown prevents him from going any further
And the moon slowly descends like the mind of a murtherer
Light consumes the sky above
And his passion and desire turns to worried love
Her figure laying on frozen snow
Our Story- Chapter 11- The Selkie
The next morning I wake up a little bit late, finding that the manor is quiet, but I can hear the faint sound of cooking below. I get up and go down to see what is cooking, and I see that Libra is cooking a simple beef stew. I smile at him.
“Hello, my dear.” I get some fruit for myself for breakfast.
“How are you doing?” I ask casually.
“... I’m fine.”
“Okay.” I eat my breakfast, wondering what I should do today.
“... Mercer and Ge'graz will be back in a month.” I nod with a small smile, figuring they’ll have quite a lot of fun.
“And later today, Cyrus and Sethena are leaving.”
“Ah...” I should get them something... A going away present... I hurriedly put away my dishes and then I quickly look around for what I needed. A picture album. I found one sooner than I expected, and I also found an old automatic developer camera. I go arou
Post-Apocalyptic: Chapter 12I woke up in my bed the next morning and I sighed, my head a splitting headache and my arm throbbing as though my heart had moved over to it, instead of my chest. I groaned lightly as I moved it and it sent a ripple of pain through it. I rested it back on the bed and frowned... I was alive... But I had died.. This couldn’t be possible, could it? I looked around the room with now clear eyes, not foggy with sleep, and I could see some “get well” cards and flowers on my nightstand..
“Emelie?” I looked to my door to see Libra there, and I smiled at him, though that smile soon turned to a pained frown as I tried to sit up. “Are you all right? How are you feeling?” Libra asked worriedly.
“F-fine... W-wasn’t I dead?” He nods and sits down next to me on my bed.
“Yes, technically. But you were alive enough as an undead for Shadlan to bring you back, which we were all very thankful for.” I smiled softly at this.
Beauty and the BeastLocked in a tower, angry at himself
Cursed to live alone
Cursed to stone and chains
And slashed crimson stains
He claws at the image of himself
He hurts everyone who comes near
But how can he save his soul
When love is what he fears?
When someone trespasses on his land
His anger boils and leers
Until the brave young beauty
Knocks on his door with no fear
She offers herself in her father’s place
Her tears dropping like lace
A voluntary prisoner
Of this monster
She wanders her extensive cage
She stumbles over secrets
That sends him into rage
And yet another page
On their book is made
She does not cower from his claws
She does not waver from his gaze
And through his heart, a maze
She masters without knowing
Pierce their hearts like arrows
Who knew they were to be?
You’d have to be blind not to see
Beauty and the Beast
Our Story- Chapter 10- The Wedding
The next few days were calm, if a bit crazy at times, and when Mercer and Ge’graz heal, it is soon their wedding day. I feel so happy and excited for them, as I bound downstairs. I see that everyone is getting ready for the very big event that is going to occur. The kitchen is closed for the day, due to all the cooking, and the back of the manor is being changed into the wedding area. I start to help, but then BB finds me and takes me to Mercer’s room in a hurry. She also gives me the dress that Esmeralda had fixed.
“Mercer, Emi’s here!”
“Oh, good!” I see Mercer walk out from behind a dressing wall. She has on a gorgeous golden and silver wedding dress on, a flower pins up some of her tresses on her left hip, and it is like a ball-gown from a fairytale. A high neck brace with lace trim, and sleeves that are form fitting around her biceps then they are looser as it goes down towards her hands, hiding some of her palm. Wraps go around her waist a
Doctor FreezeI stare out into the dark abyss
The night is awake
The sun amiss
How chill the wind blows through me
And reminds me of myself
I force myself to continue on
Though what’s the point in this?
All my love and worth is gone
She will forever be who I miss
The ice is my home
Their mistakes are their own
If it were not for them,
She would be here...
Doctor, doctor, doctor Fries
No longer me, Dr. Freeze survives
They shall pay
I shall prevail
To avenge my love
Ice and frost shall creep into their hearts
Their fear frozen forever, like my pain
Their mistake creating such a horrid crimson stain
Our Story- Chapter 9- Art and Embarrassment
The next day I stretch in my bed and go downstairs for breakfast. As I walk down I hear Mercer and Ge’graz talking about their wedding and I stop and listen.
“So Libra will be in the center and we stand next to him?”
“Sorta, let me show you...” I glance over at them with a happy smile and Mercer notices me.
“We've planned on having a human style wedding.” She explains.
“I'm still gonna wear what I want to this thing, just so you know.” Ge’graz chides in.
“I know...” Mercer replies.
“Have you picked out a dress yet, Mercer?” I ask.
“Oh... I have an idea on what to wear.” She says elusively.
“Yeah, but I can't show you because it'll give me bad luck.” I nod understandingly at this.
“Course. I look forward to seeing it.” I smile at both of them again and then I go to the kitchen. I find BB and Sethena there, looking very excited
Post-Apocalyptic: Chapter 11Pagan and I stayed in the room, waiting to hear from someone about the hordes of zombies outside. I heard people outside, they’re feet pounding as they run. I reached for my dagger again, only to find that it still wasn’t there. I stared at the door while Pagan tried to ignore it and read her book. Finally there was a large crash on the door, and a painfully loud scratching. Pagan looked frightened and I took her in my arms comfortingly, frowning at the door. The scratching became more intense, and I readied myself for fighting a zombie.
Finally, the door broke down, and about six undead creatures came through the doorway. I bolted up and I grabbed the nearest thing I could use as a weapon, which happened to be a glowing crystal for light source. I swung it at the zombie that lunged for me, and it went through the temple of his head. Pagan cried out, being scared, and put up her book as a shield. The zombie I had struck fell to the floor, and another one went around to the
Post-Apocalyptic: Chapter 10“... Hades?” I question, disbelievingly.
“Yes.. He isn’t necessarily concerned with the human world, and he stays in the underworld.. Until his beloved, Persephone, went missing while she was with her mother Demeter. Haven’t you noticed how cold it’s been? Since the undead have risen? It is his doing. He believes a mortal man has seduced Persephone and he’s taking his.. Revenge.” Shadlan explained to me, and I frowned lightly.
“I was able to bring you here because you are human. Hades normally uses humans and so he allowed them through the barrier he put around this room.” She explained further on, and I nodded. “So, I need you to help me get out. Simply go out this door,” She points to one of the doors. “and go straight until you find a staircase. Go down. After you go down two floors, there should be a completely plain black door. Go through it and you’ll probably find something
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
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 breathe 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
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
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
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.
The SpiritsThe quiet
Such tragic ways to go
Too much to reap
These lost minds
Where shall they go?
Hiding in the corner of your eye
Darting past the shadows
Letting out a cry
Powered by life
Too many roads
We’re not the same
Who’s to know,
Who’s to blame?
The leery hallway,
You never walk
The bedroom corner
The sounds of talk
You know they’re there
The hairs stand up
You can’t get up
Or perhaps they are more gentle
Or a tingle
For they cannot shout
The bright soft window
You look out
The calming peace
In the shadow of the beast
But be not fooled
Young curious ones
There are those who trick
There are those who kick
They were never human
Never even alive
Shrouded in mystery
And chiseled in history
Tempt you with your desires
I’ve seen it before
The whispers of doubt
They sing lulling songs
Like bait for a trout
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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