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Desheya Swaby Poem
I walk along the stone path way, the lead to nowhere,
The trees begin to blur, the crows stop and stare.
My heart mildly pounding, my head in a frizz,
My way there is soon, for I am now his.
I’ll never forget, the day he propped along,
His eyes dark as night, sitting with moonlight,
Till’ the rise of Dawn.
“You know that I love you..” His words whispered in my head.
Those words brought me to life; as though I was dead.
“Bring to me all that you are..” He taunted so softly.
“Your curves, your face and your mindset of all.”
“Just look at the way you’re so neatly appalled.”
His questioning nonexistent and his voice so great,
My hips tremble madly, my knees.. They shake.
A tree, I pass by, as if it was ready to be shown,
The images alive, so descriptive and so now known.
Him and I, him and I, up against that tree,
The rough nature, scraping my spine to raw red,
Nowhere I can flee.
Caressed, pumped and hot breath, oozing from the two,
A leak sprang somewhere, somewhere longingly true.
Moans fill the musty air and so does the scent of sex,
What more could I have asked for?
What more?
So now that I seek my ending, walking through and through,
I search, crawl and dive under, just to look for you.
His touch lingers upon my skin, his stare so powerfully strong,
So in the end, he watches me… watches me.. All along.
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The alarms set off
ringing louder and louder
until smoke fills the room
no longer able to breathe
i set myself in the corner
flames rise above me
of both orange and yellow
screaming for help, sobbing
and gasping for crisp clean air
i run right through the clouds,
burst out the door
to find it was all just a dream
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I know you hear me as my broken foot drags on the ground you start to run but you don't get very far
before you've fallen you start to scream as i get closer hearing my many groans i start to speed up
dragging my broken foot quicker what little hair i have left starts falling out because its no longer
rooted you've finally gotten up now your running again but you won't stop screaming exciting me more
making the chase worth while but your not very fast and now I've got you you start crying as i bite
down on your shoulder your screams become louder filling the cold autumn night air there's blood
splattered on the walls for i am a messy eater and tonight you're my sensation but not my only meal
because i can not control my blood lust
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I lay the small square on my tongue
unaware of the effects
carefree and relaxed amongst "friends"
they leave as the effects kick in
paranoid but trying my hardest
to forget about it
convincing myself noones out there
everything will be fine with time
i start thinking...thinking to much in fact
knowing this will only be the beginning
of the worst trip of my life
noone around...noone to help in my time of need
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My head aches sorely and my heart breaks more,
I look to the old china cabinet to see what lies there and the first thing I see is the Angel and while in the mental state of becoming something I never would have expected as a child or a Teenager much less but as an Adult or grown Woman? I'll never know. But comparing life 10 years ago to now is something I've done constantly in the past, that things change over time, as if things are beginning to grow dull, like the Angels that sit upon that shelf, are beautiful women when they are truly genderless, the small statue of Jesus Christ, a man long ago who was just a Sinner as any human being upon this Earth, Nature; Created by possible multiple gods rather than just one. But one reason why I vent is because, I've been so frustrated to what might happen in my future, scared but risky. I don't know what's to come but I can only hope that it may bring happiness one day and because of my skeptical, confusing downfalls which are my thoughts, it's become hard to even think about what would happen. I've suddenly felt depressed also because.. What am I doing here? Becoming Anti-Social as I seem to think.. Becoming something.. I wasn't those 10 years ago.. I'm quite sure I've upset my Mother from this point on, as her own weakness may grow, the older she becomes and the more I break down in every set of mind state that I tend to put myself through. That smiling face, I want to see it in reality one last time and I can only hope that life will be much more suitable for myself soon.. That I can hope to see everyone truly happy in a mist of possibilities that never seem to fail or that never seem to let anyone down but myself.. Looking through the Rose colored glasses is all I've ever really been about and I will continue to do so, I will.. I'll find the day that I see that smile.. That real smile, the confident one. and if I could go back in time and pull my inner child in front of me, I would hold her close, hug her tightly and tell her not to ever turn her back on the true meaning of happiness because it's all you have to make yourself whole again. And although it may seem hard, just don't ever let that confidence go, don't ever let anyone pull you down like your future self has, don't come into this place lacking compassion and embracing selfishness, don't ever steal, don't ever lie, don't ever kick the hopeless down..... Be you and only you.. Let my Mother tell you what is right and what is wrong.. Find love in all the right places.. No matter how wrong they may seem. Just let your heart decide and not your mind.. You were born into this bright but cold world for a reason, and only life can give you those reasons as you age but start off right, my darling. I won't have you carry the burden of your Father leaving for possibly the most pathetic but crucial reasons.. You must be strong, you HAVE to be strong. Learn all that you can so that we may meet again and when that time comes where you age to 16 years old.. We will reunite and tell each other just how happy we are to live as one. You and Me forever..
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The large, bright Winter moon shone it's heavenly light over and out amongst the snow-covered city. The city was large, the city was noisy. It was midnight and the bustling still urged on. People ached for a screaming, gangs clutched for their money, the elderly walked the icy sidewalks alone and or in couples; such a beautiful sight it was. At the very top of the Empire State building, a young-looking woman with ivory, glowing skin slumped her spine up against one of the boxed structures set over, preferably the corners. Her eyes glimmered with a soft red shine in them, her gaze was holding and even dangerous but yet a calmness instilled in her body, instilled in her soul. She was confused, she was.. What was the emotion long forgotten? She pushed her head up against the upper part of the ventilator before closing her eyes lazily, then did she turn her head, watching the moon pester her with it's large size. She rolled her head a moment. "Why do these feelings still exist? Why does unhappiness set the mood? The consecrated belief of this form was for the lovely destiny of being what I am now.." Her long, wavy hair danced with the cold breeze that swept in her direction. She found herself entranced in the lustrous sphere, floating there in the confines of the atramentous skies, dotted with sparkling partners.
As she sighed, her breath came in a swirl of thick fog. She felt no cold, she felt no warmth. She just felt sick.
Suddenly, as if everything stopped in the undeniable present of the moment, the sound of civilization cut off completely. Not a honk was heard, not a gunshot was sounded, not even the wind that whispered to her so dreamily could tell her secrets now. There was a presence. A strong presence, and a voice; a deep, rough voice;
"Child, have you not learned? Have you no shame? Have you no comprehension to the reasons of your being?"
It was a male's voice and it was most familiar out of a lot of voices, she heard it so much that sometimes, she thought herself to lose even her own infernal sanity. If she lost that, all hope was lost for her soul to linger somewhere as it did now. The woman turned around, folding her arms over her breasts as she did so, her eyes set upon a large silhouette that hid within the shadow of one of the large ventilators behind her. The male stepped out from the shadow, staring over her with spine-shattering, shimmering crimson irises. He stood six foot nothing and had long white hair just as she possessed. His jaws were squared out and his chest was large. "I have but more shame than you may know, but, in general, do you know too much.." She frowned. The man smirked only slightly to where it wouldn't even be considered a half smile or any in relation. "You're unhappy. You're dissatisfied. When clearly, you are to be neither. You have been a Devil of Dis for some time now and I think, perhaps, it's time for you to control it."
It was only their voices and behind their voices and words were soft echos. As every city commotion went on down below, as the lights flashed and cars crashed, nothing seemed like reality to her anymore, not even in her moments of thoughts. She was always being watched, no matter what. She couldn't feel shame. She never had that chance. She never had that chance to suffer the right way and die the right way as well. A faded memory of her Mother transitioned into her thoughts. She turned around, her back facing him now. She kept her arms crossed. She said nothing.
He walked up behind her before placing a single, large, talon-tipped hand upon her right shoulder, gripping firmly. His palm was warm. She didn't look up. "You fight with yourself.. Often and you know it all too well, girl." She could feel the gaze of his aura-seething eyes pierce into the back of her head. She parted her pale lips to speak; "I've got to find myself, I suppose. But, underestimate me not. It's harder than I've realized." Her back pushed up against his muscle-bound chest absentmindedly as she leaned into the fiery warmth of his massive form. The pit of her stomach felt as though it would close in on itself at any moment just not too long ago and now, it felt the growing ball of fire that set ablaze to her chest and overwhelming her beating heart. Hot breath caressed her slim jawline as she soon snapped from her flow of thoughts. She closed her eyes, nudging her body into his suddenly when she found herself facing him unexpectedly. Did she move here on her own?.. She let her head rest against his chest, his large hands running over her curved sides and behind, brushing his fingertips along her lower back with almost fervent passion before she tilted her head up, meeting up with his sharp structured face and the demand in his eyes, feeling the same breath brush over her face. The female fiend leaned up, placing her hands upon his broad shoulders and just as she tilted her head, brushing her lips over his own once. He disappeared.
In the same moment, her body posed in the same form just as if he was still there before she stepped back, her large, black wings folding up against her form. His voice rang through the air or her own air even before it entered into her subconscious, acting as such; "Act on your own, for I will be watching you..." And as his words faded into the soft echoes of tomorrow, the shuttering noises of New York followed in from soft to normal volume once again. She stared into the velvet skies, spying a single star that remained larger than the rest of it's comrades. She sighed softly, contemplating this.
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My eyes dark as coal my skin pale as snow my mouth dripping with crimson my teeth jagged and pointed my tongue like a dagger i look into the mirror i see what others do not inside of me
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A sad day for America
As rejoicing rang from hell,
Awakening a mighty giant
On the day the towers fell.
Our hearts were saddened
As we watched this vicious act unfold,
As innocence met a fiery death
And seeds of war were sowed.
Shouts rang out from the middle east
That Allah has done his good
But no god joys in faultless deaths
Through certain cowards could.
America just sort of glides along,
But don't step on her toes ...
For her belief in right and justice
Will stomp out freedom's foes.
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As i fade into the darkness i forget about my past, my pain i look around me in the vast darkness i spot a light ahead blinking beautifully the white light stings my eyes could i be dying? No not yet! I scream but no one hears me. I cry but no one can see. The tears keep streaming i go on screaming. A figure steps out of the light i can't help but take his hand knowing this is the end. The end of my suffering. I dry my eyes and face my fate.
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water droplets surround me drop to the ground around me as i run away from my fears instead of confronting them he's crying
what is inside of me my eyes dark as coal my skin pale as snow my mouth dripping with crimson my teeth jagged and pointed my tongue like a dagger i look into the mirror i see what others do not see inside of me
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