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eliryanatamwyn
An eclectic goth who loves to write and be creative.
I wasn't there when you died. Though its clear now that it was your time You were 14 and had dementia, half deaf, and half blind. Not to mention the arthritis. Still doesn't hurt any less I still feel your soft black and white fur The feeling when you blessed us with a kiss Your chocolate brown eyes When you were a puppy I remember you losing your teeth Except you didn't have a tooth fairy I remember you climbing onto the widow seat I still have that picture. No idea how you even got up there. One week before Fudge died, It was a normal friday for me I went to work, had a great day. I came home and wondered where you were. My mom had put you down and taken Fudge to the vet hospital December 9th, 2016 I didn't realize that morning was the last time I would see you.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
Cleo
December 2 pm We drive up to the building It seems solemn now We came to see you for the final time December 15th 2:05 pm We gather our courage to get out of the car I open the door Its heavy December 15th, 2016 2:10 pm We're ushered into the room where you are You try to get up to reassure us We know you're in pain Thursday, December 15th, 2016 2:11-2:16 I'm holding you now I have your favorite stuffed animal Thursday, December Fifteenth, 2016 At 2:20 pm The vet tells us to tell him that you are a good boy "You're the best dog I could have ever had, Fudge. I'll love you forever." On Thursday, December Fifteenth, Twenty sixteen. At 2:24 P.M. You died in my arms. The happiness and relief you had in your eyes. You were in so much pain. I love you. Forever
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Fudge
Within the atmosphere there is a limit, How high can you fly? No amount of Magick can keep us apart. A parting of ways, Remembering our final days, I'll find my way back to you. I know you need to heal, Discover your true self, Then return back to me. By my words of binding, I promise this to you, Heed my words, They are true, I'll find my way back to you. We'll be different then, Hopefully on a plane of Zen, To you I Promise, We'll meet each other then. I can't say it will be easy. But with time, It wont be hard. Heal, Then come back to me, A brand new you, You will be. I will wait, However long it may be, But we will be forever, I promise our paths will meet again, They say its a small world, But we carry each other's heart, How inevitable it will be. Heed this promise, A Binding by me, We will be in each other's arms soon enough, Forever we will be.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
I'll find my way back to you.
Unfinished- Not completed Something I wish I had not procrastinated Procrastination- This project Sorry, Something pushed off to be finished later Distraction- Something that takes yo- Oh wait, is that? No, nevermind.
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
Definition
I'm sorry I'm so difficult, I Don't mean to be... Its just how I am, I'm sorry I'm so difficult, It's ok, I hate it too, I'm sorry I'm so difficult, With everything I do
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
I'm Sorry I'm so Difficult
My love An old friend Our dance to the tune of The happiness of year's end Silvery pale hair Haunting grin Dark stare Glowing ethereal skin My gorgeous counterpart You arrive, nocturnal You stop the beating of my heart Your stare is eternal Gathered in your breath Whisper to the sweet sounds of Death.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Ode to Love
I love myself, but, I hate myself. I am as beautiful as an abandoned building. I am where the forgotten things lie. I love myself but I hate myself. I am the eternity that is the universe. The thoughts inside will not let me die. I love myself but I hate myself My brain holds an entire universe That I use to escape this one. I love myself but I hate myself, I had a universe in my hands. I put mine away for a little while but I couldn't hold onto you. I hate myself. My universe that I had created as my salvation wanes. Why I wish I knew... The tears come to my eyes but they just won't fall...
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
I love myself, but, I hate myself
Somewhere I can write my thoughts, Here is good I guess, I talked to my boyfriend today, Only over Skype though, He was happy in the beginning of the call, I was too, But something changed, It made Happy untrue, Throughout the call, We talked about various things, Some of those things were quite amorous, Which made him quite happy, It was a joke that he had made, A joke that made me unwell, It was about a four year old kid, Who had unknowingly sold their soul to Hell, I had a father, He was reminiscent of the Devil, Who had divorced my mum, And had cheated on her as well, From my Four year old self, To when I was twelve, I had been groomed you see, It was at the age of twelve, When my life went from bad to worse, Even after my grandfather went away in a hearse, I had gotten a burn from the sun, I had a lot of fun, It was my school's field day you see, I had forgotten my sunscreen, I didn't care and I was happy, All until I went to go stay with my daddy, He had offered to put aloe on my back, But it had gone further than that, He had threatened me, I knew he would hurt me if I didn't, I had complied all those years you see, From four to twelve, And three weeks after my back had healed from the burn, The pain never actually went away, You can numb it, And that's what I've done, I've even tried to make myself gone, But now you see, Even the thought of an innocent four year old, It can trigger the deepest of thoughts, And pull you into a depressed stupor, So when people tell me, I have the world in front of me, And that I should smile, Should I?
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Should I Smile?
Somewhere I can write my thoughts, Here is good I guess, I talked to my boyfriend today, Only over Skype though, He was happy in the beginning of the call, I was too, But something changed, It made Happy untrue, Throughout the call, We talked about various things, Some of those things were quite amorous, Which made him quite happy, It was a joke that he had made, A joke that made me unwell, It was about a four year old kid, Who had unknowingly sold their soul to Hell, I had a father, He was reminiscent of the Devil, Who had divorced my mum, And had cheated on her as well, From my Four year old self, To when I was twelve, I had been groomed you see, It was at the age of twelve, When my life went from bad to worse, Even after my grandfather went away in a hearse, I had gotten a burn from the sun, I had a lot of fun, It was my school's field day you see, I had forgotten my sunscreen, I didn't care and I was happy, All until I went to go stay with my daddy, He had offered to put aloe on my back, But it had gone further than that, He had threatened me, I knew he would hurt me if I didn't, I had complied all those years you see, From four to twelve, And three weeks after my back had healed from the burn, The pain never actually went away, You can numb it, And that's what I've done, I've even tried to make myself gone, But now you see, Even the thought of an innocent four year old, It can trigger the deepest of thoughts, And pull you into a depressed stupor, So when people tell me, I have the world in front of me, And that I should smile, Should I?
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Love is when you run to someone that you trust when you're in pieces and they put you back together again. The one you confide in, The one you trust with your life. Not the one you lust for, Nor the one you cry over. They are there to wipe away your tears, To hold you with all your fears. They create butterflies in the pit of your stomach, They know how to nurture them to life and create swarms of them. They know your fears, Your likes, Your dislikes. They know when you're mad or sad. They know how to talk you down from the ledge. They don't run in fear when you say something they don't like. They form to you. They take care of you in your worst. Love is when you can't get enough of them. Not just lust, But their eyes, Lips, Their face. You want to know every little detail so you can imagine yourself next to them when they are gone. Love is when you both cuddle together at night and have sore throats from talking all night. You want to hold their hand while walking alongside them. You restrain yourself from screaming their name from the rooftops. Love is when you can both be weird in public and not have a care in the world about who is watching. Love is when you have no regrets with that person and everything seems to fall apart without them.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Love Is
We must rise To the occasion While Angels are weak And Daemons are strong We are the Pagans Don't be fooled By the Christians Standing tall They call us evil But don't believe Because they have a grudge Against the Magicks Pagans are kind We really are But don't be fooled By the Angel's Scar We rise To this occasion To take back What is really ours The Pain we spent Over the Grimoir deep To seek the spell To sing and speak Our cauldron bubbles But don't get confused With those stereotypes We are nice We are kind We worship the sky With the earth, The seas, And the fire We love We laugh We care We die We live like you do Only we believe In Mother Earth And take care of her Just the same You must do the same Only different all the ways Why spread lies And then you hide To fear something you not know Why think That we are evil Because you were told Take your time learning What you do not know So you can say evil But you will learn We have nothing to hide We do not take side We love our god and goddess We will teach you In our ways Then you can say Who is wrong
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Pagan Rite