She stepped out into the night
From out of the Nightmare came a cry
The creature's somber humming ever so quiet
luring the unsuspecting into a frenzy
She is all that stands between
a world of ire and a world of light
The shadows writhe in horror;
their ghastly creation a pale abhorrence
She was to be their Chosen One
A warrior angled to live more
than just a hollow existence
The souls were as bright as the stars
But unearthly blood stained the
tips of her hair, her sword, and her solace
Drop by drop it tinged the ground
The beastly burden of loss
The last chance to take a final breath
And all of it- gone.
No second chance.
However, the silence hungers and from
the fires she wakes
She steps out onto the plains
A blizzard creeps down her spine
The Demon Ruins she must bide
One last stop to sharpen the blade
Fill up the flask and check her Faith
The fool she may be
But bathed in blood, a kingdom undone
She will walk the unknown, let her story unfold
To find the truth
To end the curse
...of Winter Blood
I just met you
Found you through a friend
We have only talked for 2 days
But damn, I'm in a frenzy
I defiantly don’t know
Who, what, when, or why
But how much I'm starting
To fall in amazes me
To tell the truth, I don’t know
Exactly how you feel
Hell, you could hate me
But I’m needing to know
Exactly what you feel
Friends, at first of course
But do you think there
Could be anything between us
That is the big thing that
I need to know
Because I’m dying to know
If there’s a reason
That I should feel like this
But I do like you and feel
That we could be so much more
Do you feel the same?
~Chrystal
Written on
September 11, 2013
nowadays all she does is whine about her bodily pains,
but when you were left alone,
she stayed drunk, prowling the bars
days on end,
oblivious to the emotional wreckage left
on your chest, like a hot iron
melted through the tender heart of a 10 year old,
the open wound to the
skin,
cauterized shut
too soon,
without even leaving any open flesh
for the pain to be released,
seared closed with the shame, pain, and false pride of generations,
sealed in for years like a safety box of magnets,
pulling you towards anything and everything self-destructive
in a desperate search for some morsel of hope,
that the next christmas dinner might be more than
knocking on the doors of neighbors, being lucky enough to be
asked in to share a holiday meal,
and an attempt to be noticed for something other than the burden
you were to her deep and fervent longing for
the escape, into smoke filled rooms,
that reeked with the heavy, putrid smell of week-old frying grease,
cigarettes, and hairspray, that became one of your main
reasons for going to live with your dad--
other than the day she up and left for california,
a 50 dollar bill to substitute her mac and cheese, dribbled with
one and a half inches of ashes off a pall mall,
only to be less than reluctantly welcomed by him,
and a stepbrother who most always was
notably more worthy of better dirtbikes, nicer clothes
and a much more frequent pat on the back
for a job well done,
that most often wasn't.
a dollar for him and quarter for you, along with the bottom bunk,
that smelled like pee from all the years he wet the bed,
only ever good enough for sloppy seconds--
and then there was brownie,
poor broken down swayback, with skin infections,
baldspots and degenertive bone disease,
in light of your brother's black stallion stud,
as if the 6 inch scar on the back of your leg wasn't enough
from your father's drunken rage with a 4 inch hunting knife,
and the glass from the window that left it's souvenir the night he threw you
across the room, all before the age of 14.
shit.
i may have shot that horse between the eyes too.
11:37 PM 6/26/2013
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.........
Do you mean that it is something like the first cup of coffee in the morning?
Or maybe like the way you forget, and leave the toilet seat down after you peed all over it?
Or, no, (sorry about that) maybe just sort of like an after dinner glass of wine--you know...the one that causes you to snore on the recliner and wander off into bed without even brushing your teeth?
Or maybe like the way I used to spray every room with air freshener, even after it was cleaned, and smelled fresh?
Or could it be like the way one utensil or one glass in the sink would send you into a frenzy?
Maybe it was like a bowl of chocolate ice cream, or hair twirling?
Because, I'll just say one thing.
I would not mind being any of the above if that were the case.
I mean that.
Even the pee on the toilet seat.
Because, when the words "bad habit" arrived at my ears, all I could think of was that,
Well, there is no way I want to be a cigarette in your memory.
© 2012