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Burning Velvet"They know nothing of the meaning of Paradise."
I remember those words, soft as lead feathers
whispered in my ears, his breath as warm as the cold flames
that flicker and bite at my ankles.
"They will never understand me."
I remember the fire that flowed though a river of blood
setting fire to the veins flowing though my shaking body, frozen wind blowing
kisses to my transparent skin.
"All I have ever known is darkness."
I remember the gentle silk dripping crimson
staining the pale snow beneath the surface of my skin, charcoal and embers aflame
in the depths of endless nights of his eyes
"I have never known of love until I met you."
I remember the burning velvet that touched my lips
sweeter than the juices that tainted my soul, the shackles of deathly ice
broken because I was never trapped.
"I am no longer a prisoner."
I tell him these words, the lullaby of his dark and dreamless nights
loving the melti
Which Bathroom?I am not a boy, not a girl
skinny pants with no bump
hips hidden by long shirts
yet I tape my chest everyday
so I can look like me
these eyes look past shapes
seeing souls and inner thoughts
hearing those judgements who can't stand
to stay in somebodies head
'Are you a boy or a girl?'
Can't i just be a person?
walking and talking just like you
moving to the beat of time
The thumping in my chest
singing of a free land
free to express how I want
as a person who likes people
because I am
depending on the time of day
but that cannot be
when a poet's heart breakswhen a poet's heart breaks
bottles hit the floor
pacing feet pitter-patter
on cracked linoleum
and all quiet lips can think
and loudest minds can say is
you you you you you.
when a poet's heart breaks
words and verses and lines
of poe and dickinson and frost
cover the peeling paint of alabaster walls
while colorblind ears and deaf eyes
make no motion to stop the rain
and silent screams echo
throughout the never-ending night.
when a poet's heart breaks
sour whiskey tinges the air
pill bottles scatter across the floor
a twitch, then two hours later
waking up in the bathtub
breath coming in clouds
limbs a tangled fumbling mess
eyes now accusto
YJ: Rise of the Scarlette Torch: part 2 It's been four years since the fire at Cadmus. When Natasha sleeps- whenever she sleeps- its nightmares about all of the times they pushed her to control her powers with strong acting drugs. The only thing was that they thought they were controlling the fire, but they were actually containing the fire, but they were actually containing it inside her. The reason her flames were sometimes so big was because they couldn't stay in her bottled up in her so long. Sometimes her flames had an entirely different personality. She would snap her fingers and a small flame would appear, then other times they would become so large that she'd burn everything within five to seven meter radius. She became afraid when they were so large and powerful that she couldn't control them.
Natasha turned fourteen a couple of months ago in June. And unfortunately for those four years, she's been running from the cops who are
Bittersweet: a Labyrinth moodA bitter taste, sometimes unexpected, would cross his lips. The first time, he looked around, wondering what utter fool would try to cast such a spell against him, or would try to prank him. Tricks and jokes belonged between equals, or rivals, and he had none, at least not close enough to try something.
“Had is accurate, for the moment,” he thought, and didn’t permit himself to View her.
But the first time it happened, he Bogged all of the chickens, most of the goblins, some dwarves, and all of the fairies that he saw, or knew were in the vicinity. It was a knee-jerk reaction, and didn’t surprise those caught up in i