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Dana S Poem
When the world ends
There will be more
More tears than you can imagine
More tears than when a mother
Loses her unborn child because someone hit her
More tears than when a young boy
Gets hit by a car
When he gets off the bus
On his way home from school
But why these tears
Why are we all so surprised
We have known this was coming
Why do you act so innocent
You knew this was going to happen
You knew what you were doing
Why didn’t you stop when
You could have
Why do you say it’s impossible
When you know it’s not
Make the changes while you can
Do what you need to
Do what you should
Be brave
For you should know
Fortune favors the brave
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Allow girl the strength to answer questions
she cannot fathom
Allow girl the spirit to know His needs.
Allow girl the serenity to serve Him in peace.
Allow girl the love to show Him herself.
Allow girl the tenderness to comfort Him.
Allow girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him.
Let girl be able to show Him each day her
love of her service to Him.
Let girl open herself up to completely belong to Him.
Let girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman.
Let girl learn to please Him, beyond herself.
Grant girl the power to give herself to Him completely.
Give girl the strength to please us both.
Permit girl to love herself, in loving Him.
For it is her greatest wish, her highest power
to make His life complete as He makes hers
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Run
Faster
Must escape
The fear of his
Love
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I
am
in love.
Now pregnant.
Getting married soon.
Married now, having a baby.
Long time for labor, stress, beautiful baby boy, home now.
First week home, tensions run higher.
Lots of fighting now.
Wondering,
if it's
right.
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A life after death where we make our own paradise rather than some sterile heaven
that is bottle fed to the masses from a priest. Father…let me die now…so that I may
truly live.”With that, she lay back against me, her throat exposed to me once more.
When I bit into her throat again, she moaned as a satisfied lover might, feeling
arousal as I took her life. At the last moment, I whispered to her “Kiss me childe…
kiss your father”. I then bit into my lip hard, and pulled her mouth to my own. My
blood flowed into her mouth, and she soon was nursing at my lip as a newborn
nurses at its mothers breast. My life was filling the almost empty vessel that was
her earthly body. She stepped free of her mortal body then, dropping it on the floor
as one would a soiled garment. We walked together into the moonlight, and
waltzed together to the eternal music of the naked stars. Her body was found the
next day. The doctor said that the cause of her death was severe anemia, and
her “parents” reported that she had also suffered from depression. Their life went
on, as it is known that teens sometimes do die. Perhaps it was an eating disorder,
or drugs that stole their daughter from them. The truth be known though, their
daughter wasn’t stolen, but had been given away many years before.
And she waltzed through the eternal darkness with her true father ever after.
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Come to me again
Your words embrace my sorrow
Washing it away
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A place where she could remove the mask she had to wear with all others, but most
sadly her “parents”. She realized what she had always known. I was mother and
father to her. I was the parent she had never really known, yet always so
desperately desired. Sing for me, my Angel of Music. On that night, as she sat
listening to the songs coming from the shadow in her corner, I finally emerged. I
have been patient with her, as I knew from the beginning that she was like no
other…She was my beloved daughter, and on this night, I came forth, and took her
in my arms. She showed no fear, but only longing. Not just the love of a young girl
for her father….but the desire of a woman for her lover. Our kisses lit up the room
like the molten silver light of the moon pouring through her window. My cold dead
heart picked up on this heat, and I felt the warmth of life once again. So many
feelings for a long dead soul to experience again…such things so long forgotten. At
the moment when my sharp canine teeth penetrated her throat, it was as if I had
penetrated her sex. There was a sharp intake of breath, and her innocence was
gone. Her blood so sweet and so hot, a magical nectar of the darkest of gods, ran
down my throat, evoking a passion within me much like a prolonged, screaming
******, just much more intense. Her body bucked against me, not in pain or fear,
but in an abandonment of wanton lust. But she was growing cold. I finally felt
compelled to speak to her for the first time in my voice, and I knew fear. “My
daughter…my beloved child. You are so close to death, and I for the first time in
centuries know fear. I fear for the loneliness that I have known for so very long to
return with your passing, yet I also fear to curse you with this eternal existence that
I must endure. To be always alone, even when walking in the most tightly packed
crowd. Is mine an existence that you could bare my love?”. She looked at me then…
her eyes shining, beautiful in her imminent death. “Father” she said. I realized then
that she knew who we must be, and what we would be…”I have always been alone
except when I was with the shadow. I was always alone except when I was with
you. I would rather go to sleep in your arms, never to awaken, than to go on with
my so called life without you in it. If I may live as you are, together with you, then
that isn’t a curse to me, but the fulfillment of a dream.
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I saw her there….A little girl, a baby really… so sad, so alone. How very much I
wished to go to her, to comfort her and to hold her against my cold dead flesh.
Yes….I am capable of compassion. I am even capable of love, although I do not give
it freely. Standing there, I seem but a shadow to the mortals that come and go…yet
this child ….this object of innocence seems to perceive me….seems to know who I
am. She speaks to the darkness where I stand watching her, how very perceptive
she was. Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…. Yes… the song from
Phantom of the Opera. The songs of that story are very appropriate when
considering the events….She told me of her hopes, dreams, fears, confiding in me as
a child normally would to a parent. When she was hurt, whether a scraped knee or
a scraped heart, it was me, the shadow that heard of it. Her “parents”, and I use
the word ironically, had no time for her. To them, she was a duty, an encumbrance,
but I discovered I treasured every moment that was shared with me. The nights
come and go. The weeks become months, become years and this girl grows. Pretty
becomes lovely becomes beautiful. The child that trusted the shadow in the corner
as a confidant grows into a young woman, and I realize I love her, and I always
have. Sing once again with me, our strange duet….And so once when her heart was
torn, and she felt she was dying inside, I could not stop myself…I sang to her. The
child that I felt in my heart as my daughter had always known I was real…but this
was a confirmation. I sang…softly to this beautiful child. I sang of darkness and of
love. Of the love of a father for a daughter….but also that of lovers, for I am no
mortal man, and the love of my heart cannot be categorized as others do. She froze
unmoving, listening not only with her ears, but also with her spirit to the songs of
my heart….of my soul. A blackness so profound that others would be repelled, yet
she found a soft warmth there that comforted and entranced her. She found then a
magical realm within my songs.
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Obsession is quiet
Soft as a rose petal
Obsession is vanilla
Smells sweet, tastes like poison
Obsession is water
Rushing about
Obsession looks flushed
Crazy
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He crossed my path, while walking through the woods.
He was a little grey wolf.
Though merely a cub, he was fearless.
He came to me, hackles raised, teeth bared.
I held my hand to him, for I felt he must have been afraid.
He eyed me closely, letting his guard falter for only a moment.
I stared into his eyes, awaiting his approval or disapproval.
He slowly, so slowly, inched towards me.
I inched closer and closer to him, until he could smell my hand.
His nose was cold and wet.
I smiled as his small pink tongue darted out and he licked my finger.
I moved closer still, scratching behind his ears.
Then, he shouted.
"Come on Dana," he said, "supper is ready."
And my little wolf friend ran away.
I go inside, after watching him leave.
After dinner, he is waiting for me.
Sitting at the edge of the woods.
I go to him.
And every night, after supper, he is there.
Waiting--
Still.
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