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Sep 2015 Amy

Vocable

Sep 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Vocable

Words are very powerful,
This cannot be denied,
Once spoken they are tangible,
And can never be decried.

Words are like the stars above,
Uncountable and vast,
Once given out in hate or love,
Their light is ever cast.

Words are born from fantasy,
They come from deep inside,
Once written they are history,
And never more can hide.

Words are far from innocent,
Though we may claim they are,
Once shared they may be reticent,
But still can leave a scar.

Words are more than poetry,
Well crafted they might be,
Once heard they gain autonomy,
And stand for all to see.

Words are all our destiny,
When all of this is through,
Once carved into posterity,
To live on after you.

Mar 2015 Amy

Ink and Words

Mar 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Ink and Words

These veins are filled with ink not blood,
The product of my broken dreams,
Each thought lost in the tortured flood,
That flows through me in endless streams.

These bones are draped in words not skin,
The scribbled flesh of paper life,
Each page turned by another sin,
In lines drawn from my scars and strife.

These eyes are filled with ink not tears,
The count of distant memories,
Each drop a moment through the years,
Where darkness claimed my sympathies.

These lungs contain dark words not air,
The essence of what I’ve become,
Each breath reveals a soul laid bare,
A fate to which I must succumb.

This heart is filled with ink not love,
A faceless clock that ticks in me,
Each beat a curse from high above,
That keeps me from all I could be.

Feb 2015 Amy

Chaos Call

Feb 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Chaos Call

Another dark sun dawns today,
Another dream soon swept away,
Another stage for her to play,
Another crowd for her to sway.

Another dark march to the field,
Another dream lost as they yield,
Another heart for her to wield,
Another love to be concealed.

Another dark night settles in,
Another dream for her to spin,
Another soul to turn to sin,
Another lie that must begin.

Feb 2015 Amy

Forever Still

Feb 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Forever Still

My days are spent with you in mind,
Each night spent here with you,
I still feel like a teenager,
The love we share like new.

My heart still beats in time with yours,
In case you didn't know,
I still can feel you next to me,
No matter where I go.

My life was meant to be with you,
To share this winding road,
I still know we have miles to go,
But your love halves the load.

My eyes reflect the love in yours,
Each scar and secret known,
I still feel just as close to you,
Because of how we've grown.

My love could never stray too far,
Our bond is just too strong,
I still will keep each oath to you,
Through all I might do wrong.

My soul is still entwined with yours,
Together joined as one,
I still can feel the fires burn,
Our passion like the Sun.

My arms will ever hold you close,
Despite what comes our way,
I still want to be here with you,
Until my dying day.

Jan 2015 Amy

Soulforge

Jan 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Soulforge

Souls are formed before our birth,
Sent down to live with us on earth,
Brought from the void into the light,
Instructed in both wrong and right.

Souls unite with skin and bone,
Our mind designed to be their throne,
Directing us throughout our life,
Connecting us through joy and strife.

Souls will share the things they know,
With those that learn the way to go,
Their gifts will shape the world we see,
Creating all we’ll come to be.

Jan 2015 Amy

Dreamshifter

Jan 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Dreamshifter

Though history may forget her kind,
Each life she's touched will soon remind,
The people of a thousand lands,
Of all the work done by her hands.

Through magick that her soul has spun,
Each mind's defence has been undone,
The beating of a thousand hearts,
Still call for her when she departs.

Though truth and love have been her kin,
Each breath gives her recourse to sin,
The secrets of a thousand lives,
Consumed in all that she contrives.

Through corridors of time and space,
Each dream she has will leave a trace,
The sketches of a thousand hands,
Will share what no one understands.

Though years fade into shadows deep,
Each memory her mind will keep,
The feelings of a thousand hearts,
Retained in all their broken parts.

Jan 2015 Amy

Mania

Jan 2015 Amy

Arik Fletcher

Mania

Power courses through each vein,
Venom fills a tyrant's brain,
Her eyes will tell you that you're prey,
Her words will keep you far away.

Danger waits for mortal man,
When all is not done to her plan,
Her claws will tear away your skin,
Her voice will break the heart within.

Hunger fuels that brutal call,
Bloodlust victims one and all,
Her fangs will drain your body dry,
Her growl will haunt you till you die.

Love was not meant for her kind,
No equal for her soul to find,
Her touch too strong for those alive,
Her kiss a poison none survive.

Pain and torture are her friend,
To hell your soul she'll quickly send,
Her blade a silent enemy,
Her smile your final memory.

Karma may demand a fee,
The void may be her destiny,
Her rule will stand for now at least,
Her name will last once time has ceased.

Jan 2015 Amy

A Tiny Spark

Jan 2015 Amy

aimee s

A Tiny Spark

So here's the scene:
11:30p.m. on New Year's Eve;
A bedroom, dimmed lights,
And me—in bright pink pyjamas
Which looked completely ridiculous
With my hair and skin.
Life tip: Gingers and bright pink?
Best avoid.
In fact; I don't know why
I was wearing it in the first place—
I don't even like bright pink.
Anyway;
Whatever.

This is not the point.

The point is me;
Sitting at my desk
And writing in my journal
About how emotionally crippling
The past year had been;
Hoping I’d wake up to a better tomorrow—
Only to find the same harsh reality,
Over and over.
And God! What a toll it took on me:
Mentally, physically and spiritually—

When it happened.

It, like a large invisible hand,
Slapping me hard across the face and shouting:

Are you done being miserable?

And maybe that was all I needed to hear.

Once I read that perhaps
You couldn't decide to be happy,
But you sure as hell could decide to be miserable.
And maybe that was one of the truest things I have ever read—
Because that was exactly what was happening.

There is only so much that medications can do,
And only so much that a person could advise,
When your mind is set on:
I don't want to get better.
I don't deserve to get better.

And that’s when I saw it:
A tiny spark,
That was always there but for some reason
I had decided not to see.
And in that moment,
It filled my eyes with blind hope
And I decided:

I am going to let it happen.

I deserve to be happy.

I went to bed that night;
A small smile on my face
And this tiny spark still glowing so bright inside of me.
And that’s when I heard it.

When all was still, except for
The air that filled my lungs,
And the beating of my heart
In synch with the rhythm of the universe:
I heard it.

It was a purpose.
My purpose.

It has only been a few days now,
But I know I was right.
Positive.
Because I’m doing okay.

It’s not that I have gained immunity to pain,
Or that some magic has been endowed upon me:
It’s just that I’m not afraid of hurting any more.

And that's just it—
The simple story of how I’ve come to learn,
The most important lesson I have ever learnt, to date.

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