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 Mar 2013 Emlay
Nicole Loranger
Death and beauty join together,
Star-crossed liars, insisting on truth.
Whisper their mantra, a sordid chant,
As they poison the minds of the innocent youth.

Watch the roses on her breast,
As they dance to the beat of the witch’s hex.
Entice the men and the women too,
Give them a taste of this toxic brew.

Her beasts appear, wings spread wide,
The taste of victory in their eyes.

"Come around! come around! Come one, come all!
You're formally invited to the Master's Grand Ball."

Slowly they came, their faces aglow,
Stepping in time under the archer's bow.
To the top of the mountain they climb without rest.
Only the worthy will survive this test.

And there she stands with welcoming arms open wide,
Her kind giant's face shining with pride.
A rainbow appears as the stars arise
The Devil's hidden in an Angel's disguise.

She'll crush you beneath her golden feet,
Laugh as your blood pools in the street.
Dreaming, sure, but what happens next?
When the Goddess dons her warrior's vest?

They'll paint a picture from her fallen friends,
Sit a crown of posies upon her head.
Beware the deadly Angel's wrath
To all of you who cross her path.
I remember the day I re-met you.
With friends I no longer talk to,
pink hair that had been a mistake,
and a reckless way of flirting.

I ended up on your lap that night.
Could you sense my surprise?

My hands can still feel the memories of you.
A slow smile, sad eyes, they play through my mind on loop.  
You always looked at me with such tenderness.
When did you become someone I can't recognize?

It must have happened somewhere in between the ***
and the drugs.  The kisses and the fake goodbyes.
Before you, I never knew I could be a monster.
 Jan 2013 Emlay
Jenerous
Just a bed
 Jan 2013 Emlay
Jenerous
My bed is an island, deserted and lonely
Our once playground turned prison
Just a bed, sheets, pillows, blankets
Yet I'm bound by your presence,
                    or lack thereof.

I lay here alone with my thoughts
Sensory memory attempts to recreate you
Limbs entangled, contorted, comfortable
So I may drift away, back to sleep,
                    back to you.
 Jan 2013 Emlay
Tabitha
I think I need to find a way,
To accept the things I cannot change.
I think I need to find a way,
To love myself again.
Here we go again,
It's four a.m.
I'm up and I'm alone.
Laying here in the bed we use to own.
I don't need you anymore.
And I don't need to settle any scores.
I just wish all this stuff didn't linger with you,
I wish I didn't remember the good things you would do.
I think I need to find a way to forget and let go,
I think I need a fresh start,
Somewhere new to go.

— The End —