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Seduction By Trade - prt 2BANG
My eyes fly open and I almost knock myself clean out again as I jerk forward from the carseat, reaching for my gun that's no longer in it's holster. Shit. I look around, no Bambi either. Double shit. Damn woman must've taken off with my gun, God only knows what she was doing with it. And where in the hell where we anyway?
I step out of the car and am greeted with a brief gust of wind that whips my hair into my face and eyes, slamming the door shut for me and almost toppling the car itself. There was nothing but sand and heat for miles, and I look around like a dumb ape, rubbing my beading forehead with a calloused hand in bemused annoyance. Then my gun goes off again and my feet move before my head in the direction of the sound. Picking up speed I begin to see a figure in the distance, wavering from the heat rising up from the scorching sand. I get closer and can pick out some distinguishing features. Those huge curls tied up out of her face, that perfect silhouette clad only in l
Seduction By TradeI feel the cold breeze hit the back of my leather jacket hard, and my nostrils are assulted with foreign perfume as the door of the bar is opened, and I don't have to turn around to know who's standing in it. She is a demon in the form of a Goddess. Perfection that eats mens hearts as they watch still devotedly, bleeding and broken beneath her. She goes by many names, but to me she was known as Bambi. Such a gentle name for a woman so wild. I get out my cigarettes in readiness as I hear her heels clicking towards me, lighting one for myself and leaving the box on the table. I exhale the first sweet drag of smoke as the flashing eyed temptress wafts across my vision, flicking her soft curls through the hazy veil, and her perfume hits me again. She leans in and kisses my cheek while smoothly sliding her hand across the bar to reach for my cigarettes. I answer with my customary steely silence and a quick acknowleding glance in her direction, before jerking my head at the waitress to ask f
Soak Me, Beautiful"I've taken to eating nothing but bread" she exclaimed more to herself than to her counter part that stood in the doorway.
"And why is that?" said the counterpart amusedly
"Well, have you ever dipped bread into milk? It soaks it all up into itself until the whole piece is full, even if you only dip in a little."
Her counterparts' head turned in slightly confused curiosity
She glanced fleetingly at the doorway to give her counterpart the once over, before returning her gaze to the piece of bread she repeatedly turned over in her hands.
"It feels like my stomach is full of milk. Cold, black, inky milk, half full of heavyness and half empty of anything. I need the bread to soak up the milk. Anything else would just make it heavier."
She tore off a piece of bread from the corner and shoved it into her mouth, her eyes drifting off into the distance infront of her.
Her counterpart watched her seep into another place inside her head, and knew that the conversation was over.
In Your EyesIt's hard to watch a friend break
It's even harder to watch it over and over
And know there is absolutely nothing you can do to help...
There was laughter once
I watched it
There was love once
There was pain once
I felt it
There was innocence and awe
New laughter danced and sparkled
New love was a brand new start
New pain brought back your innocence
But the tears came from your heart
I will watch that laughter, as i watched it once before
And i will see again, that love that i once saw
Yes, the pain will bring back memories, that seem to never end
But look into my eyes and see the love, felt just for you
Forever Fallingi watch from the fragile confines of my glass imprisonmement
as the harsh blades of rain beat down upon the muted surface
it blindly thrusts itself forward, thrown about by the ever anxious wind
trying in vain to penetrate my hollow second skin
Seeking Sanitywhat do i seek
i seek a world where everything is real
and where my heart will stay in one place,
and not have to be strapped down with chains of knowing
i seek solace in the art of complete confidence in oneself
and the satisfaction of near on predictable outcomes
i seek an understanding between the eyes of two seperates
and a love that can keep constant in its rationalities
i no longer want to live in a faerie tale world of make believe and intrigue
where lives twist and turn about each other and happy endings threaten
so help pull me out of this delude
for if i am forever falling inside my own sleepless dreamings
i will surely fall away from you
unpercievably changedi feel the cold collect around my fingers
as they quietly stiffen and slow with every second
and the rain falls motionless to the ground
i will wait
just like every drop of cold that falls from the sky waits to hit the desolate earth
that in turn waits for it
i will wait
"kisses"When i kiss you can you feel it?
When i kiss you can you see?
When i kiss you am i different?
When i kiss you am i me?
Do i hide behind my happiness,
Or a dark mask of despair?
Do you really think i'm precious...
When i kiss you am i there?
His LullabyHis gentle breath washes over me
All misty, warm and deep
And as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sing me to sleep
A dark and murderous world
Where all of my fears do creep
Yet as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sing me to sleep
I don't think I shall ever wake
From his slowly dying song
I really can't imagine
This not being where I belong
And then he disapeared
No longer mine to keep
But as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sang me to sleep
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
31. FlowerYou, my love, are like a flower:
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
My Spyro AnthologyA Spyro Tanka
Caring and faithful
Yet relentless and mighty
Destined for greatness
A Cynder Tanka
Gifted black dragon
Turned away from the dark side
Our hero's lover
Though swift, lethal and fearful
She hates her bad self
A Dragonkind Haiku
Civilized and meaningful
Home to all of them
A Spyro and Cynder Acrostic
Special and so
You never know what he can do with his
Of fire, electricity, earth, and ice
Along with a former
Nemesis from the
Nightmare to our hero's
Dear with so much to
Endure as she
Rages with wind, poison, fear, and shadow
A Malefor Acrostic
Means to bring
A dark age
Leaving us for dead
Evil spirits living
Forever in a world
Of empty space
Ruled by a corrupt
Spyro's Dark Destruction
He was cute and sweet when you first knew him
Now that he has grown
His strength is unknown
On his enemies with huge obsessions
The fire he breathes is filled with aggressio
Queen of NeverthenAtop the ashen bones, arrayed like thrones of Men
Sits none so dreary as the Queen of Neverthen
Great cobwebs, dust, and stolid, stale decay
Dead memories forgotten where they lay
A world, still and ever gray
That suffocates the ones who trespass in her den
Within a rotten skull, a fetid rat emerged
As swift as plague it bore and chittered as it surged
Low creaks and clatters sound akin to life
Its rodent teeth soon grinding like a knife
The Queen was happy with this strife
But nothing ever lasts save those who would be purged
Oppressive silence soon returns to her domain
Admiring her flock that she will never deign
A dull light shines behind their pallid masks
The company of corpses; all she asks
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
Spinning On The EdgeTwisting and twirling
Spinning through life
Spinning and twirling
On the edge of a knife
Dancing with sorrow, dancing with grace
Dancing like blood seeping into white lace
Turning and twirling until the lights fade
Continuously spinning on the edge of the blade
Dancing the steps as if they were new
Dancing with meaning and dancing with you
Leaping and sailing 'til broken hearts meet
Endlessly spinning on two little feet
Dancing like tears glistening on skin
Dance to release the pain from within
Twisting and twirling on the edge of the knife
Spinning and twirling 'til the end of your life
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