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melissa-blair
melissa-blair
English Hi, I'm Mel and I'm quite easy to get along with. / I enjoy reading, writing, singing, music, bowling and swimming. / My favourite quote is: "Every man dies but not every man truly lives." / William Wallace
You inhaled me, impaled me With your sword of burning love I was the maiden, in danger of falling Until I opened my eyes and awoke to your calling You saved me from all that I hold inside And pieced me together when I thought all had died My darling, I love you with all of my heart I always will, as I swore I would from the very start You love me, I could never ask for more For you are my knight in shining armour forevermore You inhaled me, impaled me With your sword of burning love
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
Sword Of Burning Love (For My Joe)
You calm the raging waves within You soothe my deepest fears You take away the pain that fueled My soul throughout the years You fill my days with wonder You light up the endless dark And with a smile, you warm me And detonate my heart The sweetest dreams are all of you When day turns into night And then I wake to your embrace And everything's alright These broken wings had lost hope And I didn't know what to do And I was always afraid of falling Until I fell for you
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
An Ode To Joe (My Babe)
I forever shake myself awake When dreams cloud my sight For I can't settle without heavy metal To sing me to sleep at night
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Heavy Metal
A moment's lost in sweet delight Upon the raven, I take flight Spanning wings of dark desire Before all is consumed by fire Eyes so dark, they bare the soul Cold as ice and black as coal Songs of death fulfil my dreams While I sleep between the seams
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
A Moment
Lips crack and split like the petals of dead roses. Dark Twisted Lifeless Flowers come and flowers go and you were the most graceful of them all. You were a black rose, beautiful to behold but your stems were sharp and callous. Why do you allow your thorns to chastise me? I sit silently, reminiscent, remembering how I fell deeply in love with you and how you cut deeply into me. Love was never supposed to be like that but it was love nonetheless. I plucked at your petals as you made my fingers bleed and we traded our secrets. You absorbed my strength, I harbored your weaknesses and from that day, I was never the same. You are gone, wiltered and your essence blows in the wind. My lips sense your presence and crack once more in the hope that you will return in bloom... For though dead roses wield no sweet aroma, their thorns still puncture the strongest of skins.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Dead Roses (Short Story)
You impel me to quote the raven But does the raven truly speak? When buried behind morbid eyes Are these secrets mine to keep? You ask for blissful ignorance While we lay down to sleep And as we fall into death and dreams Our demons kiss and creep
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Quote The Raven
Sorrow, it sings a mournful song Heard only by the night It sings of blood and broken bones And wings of cold moonlight Sorrow, it is the chains we bear Before we take to flight Hatred, it fills our heart with fire It keeps us warm within For flames cleanse the cruel desire That accompanies sin Hatred, it is the blazing pyre That feeds the devil's grin Myself, I am the human harbinger The beast beneath your bed I am the monster in your closet The fears within your head Myself, I am each wicked demon That dances with the dead
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
Take To Flight
Death seems a peaceful sleep when long-loved ties sever When the ground is teeming with maggots and hate Yet in order to catch my breath, I might suffocate forever Before I follow the raven and offer myself to fate
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Fate
A man fights amongst himself, his true enemy His shadow is all that his demons can see War is waged, blood is shed and angels cry But shadows still loom long after we die A man and his shadow both stood up to fight One won the battle, the other took to flight But what is a shadow without will or wing? Just another elegy for the fat lady to sing
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
A Man And His Shadow
Do not fear the living Fear the survivors in the dark For they claimed death And returned without a mark
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
Survivors