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Unknown Mar 2014
Naomi, with eyes like an angry ocean.
Naomi of dark brown hair and paper white teeth.
Naomi, whose name her father says in vain,
is a girl who has many friends, runs along
with a broken sense of direction and a fake smile.
Lives in a rich padlocked, inherited excuse for a home, with less life than a cemetery, alone.
Wearing fancy shoes, combs her hair with a jeweled brush, and eats a tasteless breakfast, surrounded by the silence of the void,
and alcohol fueled ignorance.
Unknown Mar 2014
Sitting here on the rough rooftop
Shingles overgrown with moss
Knees pulled to my chest
Inhaling the sweet toxins
Of a cigarette
Pressed between withered fingers
That feel the need
To hold onto something
As if it were everything

Wind runs through my hair
And my eyes stare longingly at the stars
And they stare back

My ears pull in the sounds around me
The whispering winds
The silent moonlight playing
A simple tune
In stark contrast
With the dark symphony in my head

So I try to synchronize with the
Beautiful orb
As it's song
Progresses to a module tone
Of a more complex melody
Unknown Mar 2014
Tonight I want love
The gentlest heat
To lift me above
Off of my feet

Tonight erase fears
A fingertip note
To weaken these tears
That tighten my throat

A flutter of wings
Silence with a friend
The prettier things
A night without end
Unknown Mar 2014
Being this powerful is a plague
A mask of sorts, shielding us from reality
Whether or not we wish to remember being
Normal
Normal?
A rather self centered term
For those decaying minds
Trying to grab a hold of any
Last inkling of humanity they once had
The futility of it all
Vain attempts to regain lost face
Or a sold soul
But the price is too high
Because the most valuable thing you retain
After forfeiting your innocence
Is your willingness to fight for it back
And if you sold that too...

There are far too many people
Scrambling
Pushing to be perfect
Or rather
To be labeled perfect
We say
You are only as perfect
As those around you perceive you to be
And if you play a good game
Then you eventually end up winning
But winning
Is a small reward
In return for an overpowering
Hubris
Your eventual downfall

So here we stand
Apotheosized because
We are perceived as immortal
No
We are just dead
Dead to all popular culture
And fashions
So we appear
Placid as water on a clear day
Stoic
And so they wonder
Why do we not strive to be at the top?
The reason is
That the top is so small
Finite
And if we tried
We could get there
But the top
Was not
Made
For

Two
Unknown Feb 2014
Kav's arrow struck clear and true
The Legend Jedediah fell
Spurting blood a scarlet hue
Knowing this would not end well

Kav ran to the Legend's side
Stared at him with bright blue eyes
Watching as the Legend died
Tears of blood the young boy cries

News of Jedediah's death
Causing city final rest
Reached the eager ears of Beth
Kav would be named Legend's Best

Upon return the young man carried
The body of the Legend Jed
Face was red, the boy was weary
Knowing his worst foe lay dead

Beth approached the boy on steed
To see the face of Forsaken One
Squirming with a thwarted need
She turned to Kav, said "Thank you son"

Standing over Legends face
She couldn't stifle out her cries
Her husband lay in burlap lace
Her husband lay in his demise

Closing shut his bright blue eyes
Withered hands and jeweled shield
Simple silent sordid sighs
Death of love this day did yield
Unknown Feb 2014
Bright blue eyes and withered hands
Jedediah took his swing
Steel cut sword with ****** bands
Steel on steel again it rings

Solotris was not new to dance
The dance of battle he knew well
Caught in swordplay's gripping trance
Silent, he ****** Jed to hell

Fast they moved without a thought
Wordless plays ran through their head
Remembering what they'd been taught
Though Solotris would soon lay dead

Jedediah could not lose
Not before he knew the truth
Doomed to either sword or noose
He just wanted to know who

Who his star-crossed lover was
He'd fought through all of hell to find
He never had the chance because
He left his loving past behind

Spirits low and bounty high
He slaughtered might Solotris

But withered hands let arrow fly
The arrow, it had found it's niche
Unknown Feb 2014
Jed charged forth with a mighty roar
Karadain was first to fight
Thunder ripped and skies they tore
The clash of swords was an awesome sight

Karadain, he moved with grace
Jedediah stood his ground
Every slash and ****** a waste
Parried with a ringing sound

Jed's claymore soon made it's mark
Silence played a simple song
He ****** it through Karadain's heart
To take a life was never wrong

Solotris bowed his head in shame
Friend or not he didn't care
Life was gone as soon it came
It seemed the fight was hardly fair

Drawing faith in many spades
Solotris began to march
Courage was what courage made
He raised his sword in a deadly arch
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